You Should Know.....

I know that we're all not destined for fame, irrespective of how much talent we have to offer and thats somethin that cant be helped. But what we can help is to go on nuturing that talent and surrounding ourselves with the joy that it brings us doing what we love and reaching out to whomever we can. Cuz at the end of the day, music is music no matter who makes it. It will always and forever speak for itself.

"You cannot control what happens to you, but you can control your attitude toward what happens to you, and in that, you will be mastering change rather than allowing it to master you."

Brian Tracy

Open Your Eyes

People are gonna talk. They always do and they always will..
People are gonna throw u in the middle of a trafficated street and watch you be run over time and time again till you scream as they watch the blood spatter... and they'll STILL have sumthin to say boutit.. and funnily enough, at the end of all of their conversation, you'll still end up being not good enough...
So I ask.. Who the heck are they to set the standards here? Who are they to talk ?
Do they KNOW fuck boutcha? No.
Do they GIVE a fuck boutcha? No.
and the greatest misconception.. the greatest greatest misconception of all - they THINK they're right.
Now that becomes destructive. You know you've lost your authenticity when you make your life a mirror image of someone elses... some cracked deformed mirror that no longer reflects the light but only gives you distort images of reality... of what IS.
I get it, people have opinions. But i certainly don't believe they have the RIGHT to their bloody opinion when they havent accomplished half as much as you have in their lives. and yet, they talk. They talk like theyr words would make a difference.
They talk like theyr opinions will be heard.
They talk like they know it all.
So do what you do. Be what you hafta be
At the end of the day, your still gonna be a porcelain doll on a pedestal waiting to be judged. Uve got nothing to lose anyway. So givem a hard time of it.
How long are they gonna shield their insecurity with their bullshit.
How long are they gonna see the world through the mirror?

Requiem

Yes,yes.. its been quite a while.. couln't really conjure anything that was worth putting up..not that anything ever is. Guess its all in the head....

Anyway,what im about to write about happened bout two months ago.. Id gotten to know this girl that i really liked. I mean, she was different and unlike the MCCs(Mount Carmel Clones), she had soul.

Im swell with tragedies. If theyr not happening to me, theyr most certainely happening around me.....But if theres one thing that can really shake you up is heaing yer friend crying on the phone telling you that shes gotta leave town the next day cuz she just gotta noe that her father passed away. I'd met her only that morning. Funny how things can take a turn fer the very worst.
Right then, probably a "I'm sorry" wud be the best and most appropriate thing u can come up with. Thing is, it sounded so shallow..i felt helpless.. i wanted to tell her that it was all gonna be alryt but was it..? I could only scathe the surface of how devasted she must have been feeling bout then but, what could you possibily say or do? I may not exactly be the best counsellor around but right bout then, i felt completely incapacitated. Shed hafta leave. She just left.
I don't mean to be selfish in all the drama, but i hated how we left things. Its been more than a month since i saw her. She doesn't know if shes ever coming back. She can't leave her mom alone. Shes scaredve leaving cuz shes afraid something terrible myt happen once she left.

Bare insecurity.

There wasnt even a proper goodbye.

Funny how people can walk into you life and walk out like they were never part of it. They forget that they take a part of you with them. Sadly, all you can do is stand defenseless and watch them leave. And its not easy to let go- not for me and certainely not for her. But at some point, its probably the only thing you can do.

Question is, do you really want to??

Mayfly

Driving to Bidadi-South Blore. JM playing on the stereo.. Drizzling outside..

Sometimes, in moments like these, I feel free......no strings attached....like i am slave neither of the past nor the future, but only the present. A moment where my world hangs by a thread....when it seems like the simplest things cud jsut shove me right off track. A moment where i leave this world fer a while..a coupla mins is all i seem to need. A time when I am indifferent to defiance...When i feel.........simply,free.

A moment where nothing seems to matter...

Sometimes,leaving home fer a coupla hours to feel what seems like a lifetime of freedom...when i will my won will...just a coupla hours that would make time seem like the trees that run past my window....fast, yet complete...cuz the truth is,nothing ever lasts forever.The good things just last a LOT less longer.

What wouldn't i give??.. A coupla hours,mins,seconds.. to reassure myself that theres a world out there waiting fer me. Thats mine and no one elses.

If these were just a coupla minutes of a long lifetime of struggle, I wouldn't mind a lifetime of jsut those minutes. A life like the passing scenery.

Fast, yet complete

Knock Knock

Its been 2 whole months all in all.......

Alotta time doind nothing has catually gotten to me....So m kinda glad its all gonna end..soon enuf.

I hate not having my mind pre occupied with something..ANYthing. Sketching;being the product of ultimate boredom and infinte time. Well, thaz how it feels sometimes.

Been staying up a LOT lately...fer nothing.

Been driving the car around at 2am. Its so perfect at night...so quiet..so peaceful...wid jazz playing on the radio..nuthin lyk it. Counting on parents not finding out. Till then,seems benign.

Sometimes,i feel like the night reflects my mind. In all of the commotion, there is some peace. U just hafta noe whereta find it and Whenta find it...and whenya do, its a treat,a treasure,a rarity.

I love the weather. Ilove the rain. Ilove not having to worry bout the blistering sun burn yer skin. l love that the summers n ever feel like summers here.

Been listening to a lotta opeth and soilwork lately. The opus karaoke contest in bout a week. Prob the only thing m acutually lookin forward to.

Coll in a day or two. Let the fuckfest begin....

A Start

There is no hope in what I see,
A life that spreads on infinitely.

Hope that makes us hold,
Onto dreams that a sweet slumber unfolds.

But on every morrow, I will be,
No more than who i was-me.

But there is no love in what I see,
A life that spreads on infinitely.

But there dwells a charmer up above,
Who believes there in fact is love.

But what does it matter what this lil heart yearns?,
When the world in its own hell burns.

I drink,I hurt,I am in fact a slave,
Forever human to my grave.

A slave to what destiny brings,
A simple song that shall always ring.

You were born from flesh and blood
And you will always have a chance to be,

To do good and to feel loved
And to love ever so effortlessly.

Law of DMU-A version.

Every person has their breaking point.

Some break easily,while others..well...lets just say their stronger. Ive learnt that strength is accepting your weakness and moving on.

Now,the acceptance;well thaz the hardest part...but the law of DMU gets me thru tha phase...anything thaz begins,reaches its highest point and gradually ends...nothing last forever...however ubiquitous tha saying may be..its still a blunt fact.

There will be pain and regret and sorrow and tears along the way.

At this point,we think its the end.That theres no new beginning...but we often fail to look beyond..we fail to walk over to the edge and see the beauty right in front of us.

That its not the end of everything...theres so much more to live for..and that somewhere in all of the pain,theres always hope...a reason to believe..isnt tha what we feed off??..

Hope that we learn from pain.

Hope that tomorrow will be easier to endure.

Hope that there will be stranger at the end of the tunnel to take you farther and farther away from darkness ....into purpose.