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.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
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. . . .
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. . . .
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