what makes me

This is something like a diary note.

I lay in bed,all night long,tired body but restless mind. Brain doing saumersalts through thoughts. Images rushing through my mind. Problems rushing,sweet memories making me feel nostalgic. Love,care and passion. It never hust so bad.

My bag lay underneath,packed. Im home but i havent opened it yet. Like a precious bag of jewels,its kept there. The aroma,the air of the place i was at twentyfour hours ago. My girl's ring is inside. Even her kerchief.

My mom and brother are sleeping in the next room,yet it doesnt feel like it,home. Im a guest here. A man in the wrong place. Nostalgia pulling him to the place he loves,people he care for. A guest in a wrong place.

Flunking seven papers is nothing. Even spending your lakhs on it. Music rushing,but it isnt worth if you cant impress those you want to. What if you just wither here all along,just expire in your sleep? Dont you want victory to be the final thought in your mind? What will you do for that. ?

The city calls me. Music,party,but its not just a fancy. It is my life. My luck ,effort,passion,everything coming together.

That is where i belong.

Materialistic,nah,Just Mature. . :D. . .

This time,im gonna talk about some crazy stuff that is divine to some people. Call it meterialism or anything. It just dont simply matter.

All of us have lives,different faces at different places ,in different situations,in front of different people. All of us wake up in the morning. Or say at noon,plz dnt sleep more than that coz we got a life to live. So,some people,as soon as they wake up,go and grab their phone and start browsing. Some go to the den and put on a programme. Some ,though unlikely,might even go brush their teeth. But imagine for that mobile obsessed,tv obsessed ,brush obsessed person,how hard it will be to lose it.

My point is,in our ever so hectic lives,there are things that define us,obviously im not talking about brushes,thats entirely another level. Itzy bitzy things,that has our lives chained to it. Small i pods that has our fav playlist,fav tv in which we watch our fav programme.

Sometimes losing contact with these things will cause us some harrassment. In my case,my football cleats,gloves,jersies,my turntable,my piercings,my mobile,these are those things,hope u understand. What im saying is,protect ur passion,no matter what. Coz in the end these are the things that will remind you who you really are. Adios. . . .

Relationships,they are Divine

Life is fast. Of course it is,otherwise how are things supposed come in places there are to. So it keeps on going. Just ever so hectic,new,old,makeups,breakups. They all keeps on happening in the same f1 speed. People marry and divorce as fast as a car gets its tires changed in a pit lane. . . Believe me,that is life But what makes this life worth living,this fast race worth completing are the people we do it for. The ones who bring us up,who stands behind us and watch our back. Who sinks into that quicksand of pace while bringing us upto speed. Our relationships. Ironically,its when you dont have them that you realize the price. Im not writing this on a guilt trip. . No,because that is for me. My mistake and i aint got the right to share it. Six months ago,i made friends with this girl,when i was going into the rather difficult phase of my life,being frank,this mentally unstable time,when i had to go on for consulting a shrink for three months. But me being the bastard i was,hid most of this from her. Ok. That girl had told me honesty is the thing that she worth the most,and that moment i should have told her about. But she only knew about my nightlife,the glam and glitz. And i didnt tell her. Well,when she found out,i had to spill it all and i did and today,im away from her. She wasnt my girlfriend. Lets just say she was more siz type frnd. Yet,this shit hurts like hell. Your relations are what makes you,no reasons to hide things from people you value,they oughta like for what you are. Ask me. So,never hide yourself,find the beauty and goodness in you and respect to other peoples feeling. It is not only you thats hurt when they find out the crap about you. . . . Hell yeah,relationships are divine.

Divinity comes mostly in soberiety

yup of course,i might have a few drinks when im spinning and it is an occupational hazard of being a DJ. You are rounded by a bunch of drunk people having the time of their life. And hell yeah,i have been able to keep myself away from an addiction point. And pure music,as an art,is mostly accessible only when you are sober. Of course,a few drinks do give you a certain amount of charisma,but its all for showmanship but not about musicality. And in the end of the day,there's this question that your heart asks u,what did you play today,not where or when. . . . . So,keeping alchohol a certain distance away wil do good for you. But there are other things,like say tobacco. Untill recently,i was a huge fan of tobacco pouches. It gives you a certain amount of kick,and actually,compared to others,pouches were convenient,mosjy odourless. But,the other side was that i wil be tired . Being frank,i wont even be able to jerk off after two pouches. So,that was the deal . My mom,who is the only god i believe in,actually the only person i keep an emotional attatchment with,she told me i should quit. The thing about tobacco was that is that you are an addict,from the first time onwards. Once wishfully took it,you became an addict. And lets say,as my dad say,it is impossible to quit tobacco using a reduction method. It is a red or green light situation with no yellow in between. This article,well i had no idea what i was going to write untill when i started writing. So it may seem rough. But,i have successfully quit using tobacco . And,lets say,it has cleared my thoughts,cleansed my beauty,and my music has never been so powerfull. To my bros or sisz who has an addiction problem,i hope this article inspires you. I just cant simply write the lows of addiction coz i dont know. But my experience has taught me it is bad. Hail music,Hail life,for its all a celebration of love. . . . . .

when we stand togeather by Nickelback

One more depending on a prayer And we all look away People pretending everywhere It's just another day There's bullets flying through the air And they still carry on We watch it happen over there And then just turn it off [Hey, yeah, yeah, hey, yeah…] We must stand together [Hey, yeah, yeah, hey, yeah…] There's no giving in [Hey, yeah, yeah, hey, yeah…] Hand in hand forever [Hey, yeah, yeah, hey, yeah…] That's when we all win [Hey, yeah, yeah, hey, yeah…] That's, that's, that's when we all win That's, that's, that's when we all win They tell us everything's alright And we just go along How can we fall asleep at night When something's clearly wrong When we could feed a starving world With what we throw away But all we serve are empty words That always taste the same [Hey, yeah, yeah, hey, yeah…] We must stand together [Hey, yeah, yeah, hey, yeah…] There's no giving in [Hey, yeah, yeah, hey, yeah…] Hand in hand forever [Hey, yeah, yeah, hey, yeah…] That's when we all win [Hey, yeah, yeah, hey, yeah…] That's, that's, that's when we all win That's, that's, that's when we all win The right thing to guide us Is right here inside us No one can divide us When the Light is nearly on But just like a heartbeat The drumbeat carries on… And the drumbeat carries on… [Hey, yeah, yeah, hey, yeah…] We must stand together [Hey, yeah, yeah, hey, yeah…] There's no giving in [Hey, yeah, yeah, hey, yeah…] Hand in hand forever [Hey, yeah, yeah, hey, yeah…] That's when we all win [Hey, yeah, yeah, hey, yeah…] That's, that's, that's when we all win That's, that's, that's when we all win

The Beginning

Its very recently that i got to know that i had insomnia. Its a condition in which i dnt get any sleep,no matter whatever i do,however tired i am. So,its one of those nights with sleep teasing me a hairbreadth away . And i got to know that memories had smell late. And the way it goes,i bet it has some rhythmn too. A symphony playing in the background,like in a movie. It maybe the shrill of bankles,or the murmur of rain. Or even the sound of a clock,tick tock,tick tock. But the main thing is,they take our memories back in time and open up the baggage linked to it. Just like a machine. It will play replay,pause nd fast forward,just as we watch. The question is,do they always rush like that? Is there some kind of series or order that it keeps? Or is it just randome? . This is a place where you can share anything. My friends,we can open those old rare wine bottles and have so much fun. So many extraordinary tales,of beauty,love poetry. So many circe gone unfound,ever,we may unravel them all ,here. We are gonna experience togeather,the rhythmn of universe,love and life. Rhythmn Divine.