Presently...

Well, today is Wednesday (well, given that I'm writing technically after midnight I suppose it's really more like Thursday, but who gives a fonion) and I absolutely have to post about this song. If you've been a follower for a while you probably know that I am a huge fan of anything that Adam Young has created.Be it Owl City, Sky Sailing, Insect Airport, or Port Blue. It's all good.Anyways, this latest obsession lies within the track "Monorail" off of the Albatross EP by Port Blue. You should probably listen to this now.

So this is what the deal is.I'm going to try something new with you people,and hopefully the effort is well worth it.I'm going to write as the song is playing.All you have to do is click play and then read along at a reasonably regular pace as the song is playing.It's only 2 minutes,so it won't take long.Startle over.

The scene begins, and you're sitting, quietly on a bean bag, legs out on the edge of terrace, dangling.The wind is blowing and it's been drizzling the whole day,but softly.The time is one of perfection,and you can't begin to imagine how blessed you are to see this time.The ocean's waves crash softly on the beach.

As the cloud cover moves across the sky from afar,the clicks and clacks of the mid-train's wheels become a beat in your mind,growing ever stronger,but they are not in the forefront of your thoughts.The chilled-breeze is on your face.You smile at the thought of those sorts of things that amused you as a child.It seems so long ago,but at the same time feels like it was yesterday. So fresh in your mind.

The clouds part and open,and immediately the half part of the sky turn out to be red.Your eyes are frozen open,staring into this red dim light.The world has changed its color,and it is all so real and full of magic.Your eyes have been truly opened;your mind explodes with pensive thought and overflows with lush appreciation for all that you are,and all that you ever will be.You cannot believe it,but there it is right in front of you.It is now all so clear,so easy.

Suddenly,the other room door that was opened is abruptly closed.It fizzles away like the tail of a firework.It has become shrouded,like it was accidentally let loose in the first place.In this moment you realize you have seen the perfection in creation,the perfection in all that is around you,the perfection that is this earth.You breathe a sigh,and gaze out over the horizon,looking beyond to your future,but not forgetting that this time is a gift,for that is why it is called the present.

Bijli

I don't get it.2 hour Power-cut scheme was in work from 8th march,2012.Till when? Could somebody tell me?It has been continuing till now too!If not at all places then which are the victim affected places?In case I am loosing the track of time,Today is 16th June,2012.More than 3 months away from when It started and specifically monsoon has already come.Jeez.It happened to be,we are facing serious problems.Like real serious.Continuous Power-cut with dis-continuous time gap.No water.As if our eyes are transfixed at the taps to brawl at any time.Limited access to Internet & Kitchen.Forget how weekdays are going on here with other people.I rarely see any voices if it would be this worse.And weekend's here and to our surprise the saga is still up to time.And in an erratic way.Could there be somebody who is gonna take a petition seriously here!!

Not that a thrill-seeker.

I promise,I ain't gonna sound Cliched.But you know what Lucy Maud Montgomery said??


Pardon.Lucy,Who??
Okay let's get it straight.Whoever the guy is,he just said something quotable.

"There is much in the world for us all if we only have the eyes to see it, the heart to love it, and the hand to gather it ourselves."

So I'm really liking this quote,kinda saying that the world can be your oyster if you just put out the nets to catch some. Forgive me on fishing metaphor, but I am certainly no pro catcher of seafood, and thus am not entirely positive on the actual processes of doing so... Regardless, the point is made, I think, that the world has a lot to offer, but we should be the ones to go out there and pursue what we want. And it's not always obvious,sometimes you gotta look for it a bit, and other times, maybe it was just somewhere you hadn't thought to look yet.

A little fetch and there I land.The sixth sense quotes..Ring a ding!Cole sear said.

Cole Sear: I see dead people. 
Malcolm Crowe: In your dreams? 
[Cole shakes his head no] 
Malcolm Crowe: While you're awake? 
[Cole nods] 
Malcolm Crowe: Dead people like, in graves? In coffins? 
Cole Sear: Walking around like regular people. They don't see each other. They only see what they want to see. They don't know they're dead. 
Malcolm Crowe: How often do you see them? 
Cole Sear: All the time. They're everywhere. 

Jazz1: I see people.

Jazz2: So do I....!!!

Jazz1: No I mean,I see people who really amaze me.Like by every act of theirs.Their act is beyond awesomeness.But they don't know they are special.

Jazz2: Gross.How Often do you feel this?

Jazz1: All the time.They're everywhere,Not only in my head.[In Cole's voice]

Been contemplating.How do they do all? Went out for swimming early morning with sleepy head.That girl,she does not stop.Unbeatable.That 75-ish bald uncle,the zeal-ed eyes of him with every words he spoke.That 3 year old kid,who'd been crying for 2 hours for what-I-don't-know.I just said it.Didn't I.!Well,this liveliness all around made me non-drowsy.It was like someone's been my head telling wake up & see it,adore it & do it.I am ON it.

Man Of the day: Felix Baumgartner

PS:Off to a good start.Mahalo.

Simply Procrastinat-ed

I will do.I just will do it.Thing is,If the thing to be done remains the same or not.Lately,this is all around me.Small changes in daily routine & small changes in people around,are what having that impact on me and my friends,that at this point all we can say is we're Unstable.Gregory Isakov's Stable song even ain't working here.So I thought it in this way.Everyday when you feel like doing something or the marked thing in your daily planner should be prioritized.Hell,No.That's not it.Things pop up.One starter and thousand children.Where do they come from? Why do in the end I have to end a day up with un-done stuffs.Procrastination.My favorite job these days.I have just become so good at it.It's my own fault.And so let me rant.I really need to get over with it.Today I feel like a looser.For 3 reasons.
1.'Cause Office swimming pool's closed for 2 months! Ha.What am I gonna do.Don't know the plan of private pool dips are going to work out or not.
2.Laser surgery.Peeling of the skin is no fun.Ouch.I am such a goner.God,Save me.
3.Bunked office almost the whole day.Surgery killed my time and then last day swimming.Whom am I proving!I did not show my laser-ed face even.Jeez.I am really a big-time goner.


I need to work on avoiding procrastination.

'Cause everything is never as it seems.

I just reached now.Everywhere I go,I am evaluating the situation.How valid the situation is.Do I sound like Seventies lady?!Or would I sound so,If I am gonna rant about some chicky-famous beauty parlour here.Least I can wait for to write it out.So here is the disastrous story of Hakim Aalim Parlour in Hyd.It's gotten reputation above head here.Lots of people recommend it.And what happened!!After having had a haircut I felt like the biggest schmuck in the world who paid Rs.2000.00 for a so-called "Rugged" look.
Almost a year ago I went to get my hair cut. Now,the lady asks me what I wanted and I went into the place just thinking I would get a trim.But at the last minute I told her that I wanted like 4 inches cut off.I don't know why I did it.I just don't know.Anyway.Then I proceeded to tell her that I didn't want a lot of layers.I didn't want it choppy.I guess she thought I said "I WANT a lot of layers"...because then she said "so you want your hair to look rugged."Lets think about that.Oh ya.NO!!I don't want my hair 'rugged'.I said NO,and then she started to cut my hair. 


Well.The freakin' lady went out of control.She was cutting my hair so fast,and so 'rugged'.She was going so fast...I just couldn't stop her.I get finished and I look at my hair.I hate it.Its rugged. Didn't I tell her,I didn't want It rugged? Well.I'm already miffed and THEN.I get home.The dang hair lady cut a CHUNK of hair right out of my head. It was about 1 inch long,right at the end of my part.Of all the nerve!! She didn't even tell me.RUGGED.So, anyway I am telling you this because TODAY while I was doing my hair I realized its almost back to normal!!I don't look rugged anymore!I look normal. 
So, this is a shoutout that Hakim Aalim ain't the nicest-coolest place neither anytime before nor now.People,Choose wisely before you invest.Thank you for causing me this grief.


*plus. if you were wondering....
rug·ged  (rgd)

adj.

1. Having a rough irregular surface. See Synonyms at rough.

2. Having strong features marked with furrows or wrinkles: the rugged face of the old sailor.

3. Having a sturdy build or strong constitution: a rugged trapper who spent months in the wilderness.

4. Tempestuous; stormy: the rugged weather of the North Atlantic.

5. Demanding great effort, ability, or endurance: the rugged conditions of barracks life.

6. Lacking culture or polish; coarse and rude: rugged manners and ribald wit.

Old story came with old song.Owl city Fireflies wasn't wrong at all.The then one-tracker read,

'Cause everything is never as it seems.

PS: This piece of music & ELTP days :) Happy-Thank-You-More-Please.

The art of getting by

Since the dawn of recorded history, something like 110 billion human beings have been born into this world. And not a single one of them made it. There are 6.8 billion people on the planet. Roughly 60 million of them die every year. 60 million people. That comes out to about 160,000 per day. I read this quote once when I was a kid, “We live alone, we die alone. Everything else is just an illusion. ” It used to keep me up at night. We all die alone. So, why am I supposed to spend my life working, sweating, struggling?…For an illusion? Because no amount of friends, no assignments about conjugating the pluperfect or determining the square root of the hypotenuse is gonna help me avoid my fate. I have better things to do with my time.

Case of the Mondays are here.Listen to this.

Apart from the deep lyrics,did you notice the way he pronounces "Opportunity"?!
I am sure I can live my total life listening to people having accent.

PS: Why does Monday turn out to be George Zinavoy's day.Not a single Issue.Bored & Now confused,Do I need to donate blood tomorrow? Cause If I do,I will have to miss swimming.Whoops.