Weapon or Discharge?

Language seems to be the best thing to have ever happen to mankind.

They say .. if u communicate what u feel, you feel better and maybe language was designed squarely for this purpose .

Communiation is not a means of interaction , it is precisely a vent , to let out we think. The thoughts that keep coming up every now and then in our heads are too much to keep inside.

The desire to communicate didn't arise due to the need of 'getting things done', it materialized so that we could get it out of our system & feel better. To feel better  , one has to have a clear conscience , free of all guilts , of all unfulfilled desires & even the thoughts that tend to linger even when they shouldn't.

Even the greatest of people always made it a point to get things ouf their head . How have we never come across a great person who never communicates.. keeps it all inside . Maybe this is what keeps em on the top.. the way that use their words makes them meritorius , in the limelight and on top of everyone's thoughts. The more they make us think about them , the more we love or hate them , this is wat makes them great.

The point is that Language seemed to be the barrier.. but its actually not that at all.. its an orifice ,a pipe, that lets the words or thoughts inside.. out. The fact is .. we can't take it, if we dont communicate.

Change

it'as just one of those days wen you feel.. that u're not the same person you were yesterday, the inner conscience feels alienated and you want to be someone else or i rather say .. a person with new qualities.. new traits, with a refinement in your present caliber.

not sounding too philosophical... but the path you followed just gave you an illusion of progress .

suddenly you're not just discontent with your self but the world around, its jaggedness , its crookedness.. u need .. u need to change.

its not about performing more than you presently can... but to ad lib your character wen you realize that the throne that you sit upon generates more power you would ever had delivered.

you can be stronger than you presently are, see the world from a bird's eye view.. a better perspective and a clear mindset.

in this age when "the" computer has replaced simple daily chores and habits .. and the blindfolded following of the crave for social presence drives you away.. they say "to make your presence felt just be yourself .."
but does that originality and novelty still exist??
i.. not being the first who ever asked this question, believe that acts such as the ones mentioned above are frowned up on, and stared to death eventually.

never mind this..... but yourself or whom-so-ever-self .. there are just two ways to vanish from someone Else's rear view mirror and.... the one you choose.. makes you the true you...


so change is nothing but a transition.. a phase that u go through.. u might call it a recovery from a flu.. but the healthier you is the better you... fact remains and will.. the only thing constant is change.

so.. another october

its that time of the year when most of the final year students.. do as much as they can.. to score as much possible.. to make things as much better as possible...

me ,not being very different from the others, too am "trying" to do wat i can while i still can...

as its a general tendency of ppl to follow the herd.. and follow the artery that takes em more easily(or not so easily... OKAY.. i kinda exaggerated) towards success(read:money and fame), mine is not so different either... the "papers" that ,if cleared, take u to magnificence... are just around the corner.. phew.. i can't even imagine wat the outcome will be .. 

but if i say i'm totally chilled out.. hypocrisy would be a part 'me'...

anyways... as i always say... life is sad.. the only difference lies in the way u infer things...

on the brighter side.. the rocktober feshht(.. hiccup...)... is also knocking on the..(..hiccup) door(...hiccup).. my \m/\m/ up to the present indian rock scene.

yesh-ter-day was the DUS-chehRA.. day.. hope u all enjoyed the holy fiery.. i salute your lameness once again...

another +ve facet might be the fact that there only 8 working days(read: days i'm supposed to go to college) in this month.. but the thought is no more a cause of stimulus..

revlimit.. is up and running.. another reason to exhilerate..

oh.. wait.. has the above text all been about me and my sad life... wtf... it is supposed to be that way .. it's my f**in blog..(i know tthe addition of this sentence doesn't make sense.. but who wants to make sense anyway.. as i said i'm an aficionado of circumcolution)

diwali,if i missed out, is a day for all the enivormentalists to rejoice.. cause they'll have another matter of concern to talk about and bug innocent, pollution friendly people... 

a loud and clear suggestion to all u guys who just love the firecrackers .. _|_

i read this someplace.. so i won't say this is mine .. but 

i  used to confused

now i'm not sure...

so.. enjoy the festive season... merry/lotsa/happy (non-chalant) GREETINGS !!

Fake it!

Who's to know if your soul will fade at all
The one you sold to fool the world
You lost your self-esteem along the way


Good god your coming up with reasons
Good god your dragging it out
Good god its the changing of the seasons
I feel so raped
So follow me down

And just fake it if your out of direction
Fake it if you don't belong
Fake it if you feel lack of action
your such a fucking hypocrite

And you should know that the lies wont hide your flaws
No sense in hiding all of yours
You gave up on your dreams along the way

Good god your coming up with reasons
Good god your dragging it out
Good god its the changing of the seasons
I feel so raped
So follow me down

And just fake it if your out of direction
Fake it if you don't belong
Fake it if you feel lack of action
you'r such a fucking hypocrite



I can fake with the best of anyone
I can fake with the best of them all
I can fake with the best of anyone
I can fake it all

Who's to know if your soul will fade at all
The one you sold to fool the world
You lost your self-esteem along the way
Yeah

Good god your coming up with reasons
Good god your dragging it out
Good god its the changing of the seasons
I feel so raped
Man follow me down

And just fake it if your out of direction
Fake it if you don't belong
Fake it if you feel lack of action
you'rr such a fucking hypocrite

Fake it if your out of direction
Fake it if you don't belong
Fake it if you feel lack of action
you're such a fucking hypocrite


hail the SHAUN MORGAN!! for say..eth the truth...

new new new...

and there it goes again...
the beginning of the sad ending part the everyone loves to hate....
having seen two enormous titles.... i know wat it feels like to have seen a calamity.. well almost..
the stage was all set.. there was this guy.. he could bend bullets.. and then there was Angelina Jolie who could bend bullets.. and then there was Morgan freeman who could read the text written on cloth threads....
i have said it all.. its nothing else but the phenomenal casting of WANTED... since i've suffered the consequences .. i'd surely want you to have a taste of it too.. do WATCH THE MOVIE... u will..
and wen i mean will.. i M E A N.... W.. I.. L.. L !! love the title....

and i don't want to say more... but there are days wen negative forces and an aura of negative enegy surrouds you.. forcing you to do things that'll make your day worse...

i didn't even recover formn the shock and the force urged my hands to click!! click!! on the title.... singh is king.. mind me ... he certainly is.... awesome awesome awesome...


die.... :|

Don't A-a-RG-u-U

just another boring day , another exalt worthy duration of my sleep, the sun as bright as ever... hopped on my ride... disbelievingly early this time , as i rode through the gridlocked traffic i never stopped thinking 'Wat made me get up so early and leave for the so called first day at college?'.. it'as axiomatic that i lost track of my thought with 2PAC screaming into my ears with his "California love"...

anyways... i was buoyant about the fact that i will be able to show my prowess in the field of seniority at college and wanted more or less the same share of initial college days' fun as everyone . The cupidity no wonder lasted a little less longer than i thought it would, there i was at the college gate standing behind something u might refer as to a line, okay .. not a line...but a clutter of hoi polloi in their jeans and shirts and Wat not...

yea.. so this dubiousness overcame my light hearted mood... and i began to ask people around wat was happening and why 'the' mess.. and then this guy told me that there is something wrong with the authorities and they aren't letting people IN.. and then i heard the security guard guy say.. "aap uniform mai nahin hain.. aap andar nahin jaa sakte" and TOTALLY understood who is the author o this riddle, it'as the new advisor of the college, the one who is apparently INcharge of every thin that happens in and around the campus.

i told people in front of me to step aside and let me go in.. and then came the guard again whom i now was in sight of.. as i was totally confident with the clothing of mine i told to him to move it... and so he did.. i was just roughly at a distance of 1/2 odd metres past him wen i came across what seemed like a jury.. all waiting to take my case , like i was a newly entering criminal at the pseudo-Tihar.. and the jailers waiting for someone like me to enter , ready to pounce .

"where u are going?" asked the advisor.. "to the class sir " i said in a placid tone, " u are not in uniform !" he said... " i sure am sir" i said self-assured ..
"yeh pant kaali nahin hai.. tum bahut over smart samajhte ho apne aap ko.. DON'T A-argu-U!!!" ..
'but sir this is a black pair of jeans which has slightly faded' ....
"U know u are being wrong and then also u A-argu-U! u not know the rules and then u A-argu-U" ..
"but sir..."
"DON'T AARGUUUU!"

and within a flash of a second.. i hit the electric start as it'as meant for occasions like this.. revved up the engine like it should have.. turned and disappeared...

The thought that still boggles me.. is if we have mentors like this all around us... we would anyways end up A-argu-Uing than not...

and as the famous journalist of the page three of HT city says..

such is life dearies..

Duality is a part of the instinct,
lies don't need a reason,
the rage inside the innocent soul ,
doesn't need a messenger

i'm hollow inside my naked self,
feel the emptyness tearin me apart,
u can't help urself out,
of the stinkin sinkin world

Ugly faces all around u ,
and u wanna be one of them,
nobody needs the tru u,
and u wanna be the one,
the one they want u to