Was going trough the previous post. Or poem should we say? "Not bad" I think in retrospect "especially for a bunch of short lines that sound like a nursery rhyme".
Right now I am in Chicago. Pretty darn good here. The snow and all. Something always told me that snow would be beautiful but I did not know it would be so beautiful. Its the kind of thing that can make you say "Thats all honey, you, me, the snow fall, let the time freeze like this".
Whats interesting though is that I wrote the 'poem' before I saw the snow fall, but I can really mean it now "Let it snow as we dance to the Lindy". Can't wait till the day I will stand on a snow board.
Its also interesting to realize that there are things that one can look forward to more earnestly than sex. Well given sex is an eventuality; your parents unable to accept failure in their ability 'to hook up two complete strangers' will get you a 'nice' girl with whom you can do the thing in an 'acceptable' way. Also, not all things can be simulated !
On a similar note, in a dream the other night, I met this beautiful girl, you guessed where, in bed (well may be you did not guess where) ! Attributing undisputed validity to Freud's theory of dreams as wish fulfillments; I would say this girl was the girl I was looking for. If not 'me' exactly, this girl was at least what my insecurity and '10 years into puberty loneliness' was looking for. The surprising thing was that she was nothing like all the girls I ever met. She was uni-dimensional. What defined her was that she loved me. Also, she was young! Young as in; all the girls I liked were older or arguably more mature than I . This one was not so; she had something that was very vulnerable.
Good thing I am reading Freud; got to complete the book soon though, haven't moved a page in ages.
Monday, January 22, 2007
Monday, December 04, 2006
Show Me The Snow
Show me the Snow
Show me the Snow
Show me the skates
Show me the skis
Show me the flakes
Dropping from the skies
Show me the mountain top
Show me the pristine white slope
Let me on the snow-board
And let me slide
Give me the gravity
Give me the velocity
Give me the pull
Down the hill as I roll
Spare me the Man
Spare me the Machine
Spare me for the Weekend
Lemme free my mind
Spare me the CO2
Spare me the horn
Spare me the rat-race too
Give me just the Oxygen
Let me hear the hustle of the leaves
Let me feel the chilly winds
Let me hear rock and roll
Let me hear my heart speak and swell
Give me the 6-count
Else give me the 8-count
Show me your hip move baby
As we dance the Lindy
As we dance the Lindy
And let it snow as we dance to the Lindy
Show me the Snow
Show me the skates
Show me the skis
Show me the flakes
Dropping from the skies
Show me the mountain top
Show me the pristine white slope
Let me on the snow-board
And let me slide
Give me the gravity
Give me the velocity
Give me the pull
Down the hill as I roll
Spare me the Man
Spare me the Machine
Spare me for the Weekend
Lemme free my mind
Spare me the CO2
Spare me the horn
Spare me the rat-race too
Give me just the Oxygen
Let me hear the hustle of the leaves
Let me feel the chilly winds
Let me hear rock and roll
Let me hear my heart speak and swell
Give me the 6-count
Else give me the 8-count
Show me your hip move baby
As we dance the Lindy
As we dance the Lindy
And let it snow as we dance to the Lindy
Thursday, November 09, 2006
A couple of things
1) I am not after all as funny as I think I am or, or not as funny as I used to be ! This I realized after reading some other people's blogs. I am too obsessed with serious things these days to be of any real good with humor.
2) I wonder what the point of this blog is. Except that it contributes to my typing speed, and that it keep a friend of mine updated, there is nothing else. Basically blogging is not a very guy thing, especially not with the kind of things I write about. These days doing a lot of guy things like squats (some of them deep) and a lot of sports (both on tv and on the ground) so this blog is deteriorating
3) A tough gym regime is making my lungs real healthy and also making my mind real strong.
Like I mentioned in a previous post, I mind is sharp but it is kind of weak, in the sense that I can not think hard or focus hard for a long time, I did not know this could be fixed with paining exercises that rip your ass off.
4) So reached a stage in life where I can dribble past a guy or try and fake a guy in basketball, most people achieve this when they are 10. Better late than never. Its like I have more me now, as if I was not enough. Feels darn good.
5) Realized that the number of female acquaintances are raising by the day and the time I spend with the other sex is usually high these days. But the fact that I am not having sex, is kind of unbalancing. Just realized that a girl used the word asshole in a conversation with me. I am not sure if it is a first time or if it happened before.
6) There are rumors in my Digital Communications class that I worked in the Comm field for a couple of years, so thats what makes me darn good at this subject and all. People ways of going to denial about my skill at this subject, I guess. Anyway, I feel like a star.
7) I am graduating in a month and do not have a job, or do not have any interviews also. i should be pretty upset about it, but this gym, sports, dance, friends, homeworks (yes homeworks) etc that make school what it is are definitely worth it.
8) Couple of things were long over, bye.
2) I wonder what the point of this blog is. Except that it contributes to my typing speed, and that it keep a friend of mine updated, there is nothing else. Basically blogging is not a very guy thing, especially not with the kind of things I write about. These days doing a lot of guy things like squats (some of them deep) and a lot of sports (both on tv and on the ground) so this blog is deteriorating
3) A tough gym regime is making my lungs real healthy and also making my mind real strong.
Like I mentioned in a previous post, I mind is sharp but it is kind of weak, in the sense that I can not think hard or focus hard for a long time, I did not know this could be fixed with paining exercises that rip your ass off.
4) So reached a stage in life where I can dribble past a guy or try and fake a guy in basketball, most people achieve this when they are 10. Better late than never. Its like I have more me now, as if I was not enough. Feels darn good.
5) Realized that the number of female acquaintances are raising by the day and the time I spend with the other sex is usually high these days. But the fact that I am not having sex, is kind of unbalancing. Just realized that a girl used the word asshole in a conversation with me. I am not sure if it is a first time or if it happened before.
6) There are rumors in my Digital Communications class that I worked in the Comm field for a couple of years, so thats what makes me darn good at this subject and all. People ways of going to denial about my skill at this subject, I guess. Anyway, I feel like a star.
7) I am graduating in a month and do not have a job, or do not have any interviews also. i should be pretty upset about it, but this gym, sports, dance, friends, homeworks (yes homeworks) etc that make school what it is are definitely worth it.
8) Couple of things were long over, bye.
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Beauty
What is the most important thing in life?
Beauty.
And once again; a glamor to life, a completeness, a symmetry, a perfection; like Carnatic Music.
Beauty.
And once again; a glamor to life, a completeness, a symmetry, a perfection; like Carnatic Music.
Sunday, October 15, 2006
The Problem With Me
The fucking problem with me is that I think I am a really great person. I think I am the saviour; that I am here to make a difference in the lives of all those around me. I am here to live the lives of a hundred men, when all I do is stare at screen coated with phosphoric material which illuminate when an electron hits it.
I think, I am here to save a whole bunch of pathetic losers from themselves, from their low self-esteem; from their total lack of a broader view of things; I want to save them from throwing shit on to their neighbours houses; not knowing that shit bounces back. With a sight so short they can not see if they are running into a wall or onto a highway, a perception so feeble that they can not judge if they are hitting the accelerator or the brake.
A whole civilization that has started rotting, that has metamorphosed in to a pig while the water pool around it turned from a flowing mountian creek to a stagnant puddle of city sewer. In semblences of progress, it takes solace; ever insecure; comparing it self with civilizations it's borrowing so much crap from these days.
May be its just me.
Well may be I am fucking good.
May be I know too much about great civilizations.
May be I am just a person who can not let the past go, but at the same time knows what it takes to be there in the future.
May be I am too sharp, but at the same time too weak.
May be I am too strong, but at the same time too artless.
Any way, why should I care?
Why can not I just sit back, indulge in some materialistic pleasures?
Or am I just past that spiritual point where I am too smart to convince myself that materialistic pleasures are everything?
I am the sum integral of aeons of this civilization. Of sages that sat on mountain tops, of housewives who never asked questions, of hosts who let themselves starve for their guests sake, of farmers who passionately loved the land, of loyal warriors, of loyal servants, of devotees of Durga, of Rama, of the Ganga Dippers, of the wandering monks, of the poets, of the kings who encouraged them, of mountains that talked, of eternal bachelors, of grihasthas, of the drama artists, of the folk singers, .... of idealists, of beautiful lives in a pure country.
I think, I am here to save a whole bunch of pathetic losers from themselves, from their low self-esteem; from their total lack of a broader view of things; I want to save them from throwing shit on to their neighbours houses; not knowing that shit bounces back. With a sight so short they can not see if they are running into a wall or onto a highway, a perception so feeble that they can not judge if they are hitting the accelerator or the brake.
A whole civilization that has started rotting, that has metamorphosed in to a pig while the water pool around it turned from a flowing mountian creek to a stagnant puddle of city sewer. In semblences of progress, it takes solace; ever insecure; comparing it self with civilizations it's borrowing so much crap from these days.
May be its just me.
Well may be I am fucking good.
May be I know too much about great civilizations.
May be I am just a person who can not let the past go, but at the same time knows what it takes to be there in the future.
May be I am too sharp, but at the same time too weak.
May be I am too strong, but at the same time too artless.
Any way, why should I care?
Why can not I just sit back, indulge in some materialistic pleasures?
Or am I just past that spiritual point where I am too smart to convince myself that materialistic pleasures are everything?
I am the sum integral of aeons of this civilization. Of sages that sat on mountain tops, of housewives who never asked questions, of hosts who let themselves starve for their guests sake, of farmers who passionately loved the land, of loyal warriors, of loyal servants, of devotees of Durga, of Rama, of the Ganga Dippers, of the wandering monks, of the poets, of the kings who encouraged them, of mountains that talked, of eternal bachelors, of grihasthas, of the drama artists, of the folk singers, .... of idealists, of beautiful lives in a pure country.
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