Sunday, 23 September 2012

WHAT NEXT?


So, after one fractured finger, a broken knee and well, slipping head-first down the rocks, I've realized what I've always known. Nature is my first love. And Music is second. And Liverpool is third. Sequence changes often. Also that if you underestimate my passion for the fourth, it'll be a big mistake.

Anyway, Nature. Here the reflections of truth are unaltered, precise and pure. This in turn fills my head with a sense of extremism. An there's this theory that extremes are addictive. To the passionate of the lot, ofcourse. I'm not sure whether I want to put everything on a hold and turn back to what I've left behind, and start rooting for a career, people and interestingly, my small initiation in the music world. The fact is you can never know for sure. And as my recent stint out in the wild has grown upon me, I never want to be sure. Coolness, I call it. With Enigma's Return To Innocence playing in background.

I don't want to know where I will be in next few years. I'm not going to sit with a plan. And that is not the plan. Maybe someday I will have a plan! But that's not the plan. Phew.

Well, as I always say - Eccentricity costs too much in normal people's denominations. I do not know how I should present this in front of my folks, as far as I've tried, some tag it as my escapism and shower their holy-gyan, some friends tell me I'm one dumbass to be dealing into "the shit", some generous ones act like DDLJ ka Amrish Puri who let's Kajol catch that train.. some just smile, some I won't share my ideas with; they won't take this very well.

Apparently even with a limited access to the internet, mobile phone and a special mention to the macho-connector, Facebook, I should be able to justify the definition in the Social Sciences stating - Man is a social animal. Not very, but yeah some you gotto carry along.

But Facebook's a bitch. It's a leveler. All three-four hundred "Friends" reaching out to the same version of YOU. For heaven's sake, there were easier times I know of. Exclusivity is the key to preciousness. Talk diamonds, talk gold. The price accounts to the availability factor. Economics. Exclusive and rare and pure, that sums up friendship, for me. 10-15 do good to me; quality vs quantity? Sire, everything about me smells 'class'. Narcissism. So, Quality it is for me. Of course you'll meet super-ass-holes and be friendly, but then time kicks ass soon. Negligible, them.

Man won't stay social for very long if this stays, I must warn you. Well, I don't expect to find population where my fantasies lie. And I hope I don't. For now, we are free.


    Gladiator - Now We Are Free

Saturday, 15 September 2012

If I could laugh a wild laughter
not to just to humor,but simply
the happiness floating around me..
If I were fickle enough
to let me dance
to the music of wind and rain...
If I were steady enough
to trust my actions,
and not care where the road leads..
If I were virtuous enough
to let my imagination float free
and create,
what could be the purest form of reality..
If I were to believe
that its not all to a reason,
and not a reason to all... 
If I were more
than just a reflection of my ego..
If I could lose the assumptions
of simplistic nature of right and wrong....