Upside - Down World.

Have you ever tried walking topsy turvy, with your head lying low? To the better world, to a better show? You will feel like the King of the world and grow to an enormous size. The rainbows fly right next to you and the birds sing to your every step, who do you call novice? The clouds shall be your seat and instead of buildings, the sky shall be your home. You shall jump to reach water and sleep among the stars, gardens need no gnomes. Have you imagined an Upside - Down World? Haven't you bothered to try? The sun will be the fire in your fireplace and the rain, your fountain of life. The trees shall be your swings and ropes, the fruits shall be your meal. The cars could be your shooting stars, what about a million wishes, honey, where's your zeal? Through the day you sit and laugh and have a jolly good time, and then you sit and try to relax, sipping some lovely sweet lime. Haven't you found the smoke disturbing, taking away your supply of oxygen? Didn't the mighty Burj hurt your head, listen to your whimpering? Don't the planes and jets remind you of mosquitoes, mosquitoes that you wish were dead? The white light brings you back to reality, the colours fade to oblivion. It hits you hard, the enormity; the songs of love, you seldom hearken. The thought did provoke a thought but you seldom decide to act. For, who knows how many little people have thought of the world upside down?

La bella vita.

Pain is a pesky part of being human, I've learned it feels like a stab wound to the heart, something I wish we could all do without, in our lives here. Pain is a sudden hurt that can't be escaped. But then I have also learned that because of pain, I can feel the beauty, tenderness, and freedom of healing. Pain feels like a fast stab wound to the heart. But then healing feels like the wind against your face when you are spreading your wings and flying through the air! We may not have wings growing out of our backs, but healing is the closest thing that will give us that wind against our faces. -C. JoyBell C.

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A watched toaster never toasts.

Everybody thinks the aim of life is to be right all the time. Just like you. But they never notice the beauty in the grays of a mistake made. They have never stood in the rain. They live a lie, losing all the possibilities of being able to seek that infinite light that endows the soul with peace, like the yin and the yang coming together at war. Why are you so afraid to emancipate? To love, to let go and be free of everything was all you ever wanted. How come everything else apart form the one thing that you always wanted matter more than they should now?
The thoughts we shared pierce through my brain like the needles, used to leave a tattoo on the skin. The warmth of the blanket reminds me of how you held my hand and pulled me away from the impending death of my hopes and dreams. But isn't it ironic how you were the one that pushed me away too? letting everything crash to the ground and shatter into a million pieces?
Staring out of the open window into the cloudy skies, so limitless and free, with the one manuscript that I couldn't burn, clenched in the fist of my right hand, my foundering eyes give out a secret.
I agree, we weren't right most of the time. Not even close. But we made such beautiful mistakes. We learnt so much from them. Even though it's almost impossible for the both of us to exist together now, I want you to know that I believe in you. You're a far better person than any of what you portray. But, waiting for you is like waiting for another glass of wine, useless and disappointing.
My fist loosens letting the cool air take control of my well of emotions. My eyes shut to the darkness and that note, though in tatters, floats away in the wind.

Entitled.

"Do away with the drama", I told you midst the constant humming of people's voices around, that sweet fragrance of hookah in the air, keeping us warm; The raindrops working their way through the intricate jute shelter above us. You sat there contemplating whether or whether not to kill me today. I agree, I don't exactly define the word 'nice' but my words pierce through your skin with a flame of honesty , I would never deny. 'WHAM!' you slam me right across the left cheek; In your head, it all seemed so easy. But look at me sitting, with my guard up, somehow still holding on to that delicate light, am your biggest weakness. It's me that always puts your head way across that paddy field.
You make leaps and bounds with my hand in yours, pull out the fangs of darkness consuming the epitome of happiness that comes with life as it is. But you know that if you held on too long, the poison would kill the both of us without a second to spare or that proximal bit of joy that you see beyond the pain and anger in my eyes.
What would you do if you were in love and your strength and weakness was all the same thing?

Emancipation.

I look back on times that I wanted to sit in the corner of my room, surrounded by shining pieces of glass, teasing myself with the sharp edges, under a light, screaming nothing into the fading darkness around the haze; The times I wanted to tear apart the skin of my thighs and arms and bleed hoping everything would flow out and clot into little scabs, that I can just peel away one day.

Today, we are older than the last time. Today, we can look at the scars that have been left behind by our past. Gallant as ever, through every rain, the reason why I always carry my jacket; you, your umbrella. As the sun rose and dipped into the horizon like a cookie in milk everyday, everything took on a new shape. Like the pieces of a book that could no longer hold on, softened by the constant beating of apathy, we grew apart. But yet today, I feel that we came closer. The older I grew, I climbed up the ladder. The older you grew, you climbed down towards me.

Now, you're in the way. You have been many times before and I have just sat in the illusions of my light, silently pushing the virus to another part of my body, delaying the wounds, the blood and the scab. Today, I know I will never see the scabs because I will never bleed. The needle was poked around into my vein, the nurse tipped the syringe here and there. She twisted it around from side to side like she was trying to wear an earring after years of nothing. Still, no blood.

In the dominion of my life, there are many craters, empty, rotting, green with fungus. Like a vial of life had been drawn out every now and then. I think back to some years that just went by in silent agony. Of years that I will never get back. Today, you say you don't love me or respect me any more. Today, you say your life isn't here but down in the emptiness of the darkness that led you to me. I watch earnestly into the speck of light as my lost soul disappears into the bundles of baggage you took with you.

Musings of a cynic

This one's for you and me.

Everyday begins with the rain now. The sun hidden underneath the big blanket of vapour, the raindrops still fresh on the leaves. Then there's you. Deceitful and narcissistic. It's amusing what a show you put on and how it always catches my eye. There's this moment of truth when you pass by really close to me to show me what I'm missing, with the whiff of that cigaretty-mint odor of dishonesty and revenge and strangely, love at the same time. The smell runs deep down my lungs, alerting my senses and releasing that rush of adrenaline and my heart skips a beat, my whole body becomes cold. Amazing how you still do that to me. There's beauty in your eyes. I see it. I see through your soul, a fire of a thousand suns that burns out the love and affection. But you created the monster residing within me, slowly unleashing the enormity. You with your facade of joy and the dark shadow that drains down the whimsicality, provoke the zeno(light) of my soul to consume all that evil they've pushed down your throat. There's me. Tripolar and dark, with thoughts spinning like a tornado to answer your riddles. But what we share baby, No one can ever have, no one can ever know.

Music intervention.

Now that pop music is invading our world, the whole idea of "good music" is lost. I mean "SSS n MMM"?! What is that?
Shocker, that the same Rihanna who sang unfaithful, Shut up and drive, Love the way you lie, made such a terrible song.
My inspiration, Shashank taught me that music speaks when words fail and that music is the one thing that will set you free.
It's the one thing that is pure and adds colour to the world. It's the beauty that sets the dancers' feet in motion.
(p.s. Shashank is my good ol' guitar instructor with amazing hair. That's his page - http://www.reverbnation.com/shashankg)

I was just walking through few places in and around Bangalore city few days ago. I came accross these incredible guitarists
and singers in all universe. So, earthlings, if you're a fan of "good" music, Brigade road is THE place to be. Yesterday was one crazy jamming session.
I've never heard anybody play the blues with collaboration of slight metal and rock the way they did.
It was more like a fusion of Metallica + Guns 'n roses + Matthew morrison + blues before sunrise + radiohead kind of a genre.
That sounds crazy, I know. But trust me, it happened and it sounded amazing.
But unfortunately, they're all too busy to be in a band.

As for me, well I'm doing crappy ol' senior year in my crappy ol' junior college but that DOES NOT mean I'm too busy for a band.
I'm now officially starting my venture to find the perfect band members. I'll keep y'all updated on that with photos and videos.
So, hang in there to your seats and wait.
You know what they say in spanish, "Estoy dispuesto a darle una patada en el culo." :p


ALSO, Here are some cool stuff that I came accross when I was in my perpetually bored and annoyed mode.
Art is a lie that makes us realize truth - Pablo Picasso
Habit is stronger than reason - George Santayana

Exams are stupid. My junior college is stupider.

It may be one of the stupidest places in the whole of Bangalore.
So, I had my physics practical exams the other day, and the experiment I was given was the simplest of all, Vernier calipers. I finished my experiment in about half an hours time and submitted my exam sheet and gave her a demonstration of the whole experiment.
She stops me, and asks me the difference between length and breadth. I told her, "the longer side's the length and the smaller side's the breadth". She erupts into a fit of anger and starts to randomly yell at me and draws the attention of the so-called-obedient classmates of mine who just wait to catch up on any kind of gossip that flies by. She then tells me the same old thing that she says to every other student, "You students have a lot of attitude these days". I mean seriously lady? What's the connection between dimensions of a wooden block and student attitude?. She continues, "The shorter side is the length. Don't you have some kind of common sense? Look at your hair, so ugly, tie it up. Blah blah blah". Now, this is where she crossed her lines. NOBODY talks about my hair the way she did and to me, my hair is my prized possession. Heck, every girl's prized possession is her hair. The lady was not stupid, she was STOOPID with two Os. My "physics" lab invigilator doesn't even know the freaking difference between length and breadth of a wooden block.
What a weird, weird world.

Two people..

It’s been a crazy couple of days.
It’s amazing how this one person can drive you so insane. So insane, that you find yourself incredibly restless for no apparent reason. That’s what makes a teenager’s life. Her folks yelling all the time, pms, friendship problems and top of that, boy problems.
It’s weird how things fall apart, no matter how careful you are while building it.
But I guess, if she loved him, she’d let him move on. But she’s not strong enough to let go.
What if he’s built a wall to keep her from even, consoling him?
She’s isn’t the one that trudges. She’d built walls too. To keep him from getting to her again. To prevent herself from trusting him and believing him. To prevent herself from forgiving him.
But he broke down the walls with such ease. He did it all over again. Is that what this is about? Going round in circles?
And just when she thinks everything’s perfect, it all comes crashing down. But that person’s there for you. He consoles you and breaks your heart at the same time. She hates him. She loves him. She cannot live without him.
She’s the craziest he’s ever come across. She has never felt this way before about a person. They fight like they’re married. But, somewhere in the corner of her heart, she knows he won’t leave her.
Eyes of jealousy burn with fury around them.
They still love each other,
And the world’s the same.