...In my time of dying...

Note :- If you are reading this you are most probably alive, and I was at least till I pressed the Publish button. And of course the world didn't end in 2012.

Dear friends,
In case you're wondering where I have been all this time, please don't. Well I haven't been on the highway to hell or the stairway to heaven, but it is a waste of time thinking about me. Even I don't.  So, hello you dirty little folks. How, above the hell, are you doing? I guess fine or better, and if you are not please do, because if you don't, what's the point in living? I admit that I am still confused where to put commas and full stops. Any ways, it has been a hell of a year. I am so excited that I have to restrain myself from swearing after ever two words. I don't know what to say. First of all, because there is so much to tell. Secondly, it isn't the middle of the night, and I haven't had any coffee. Thirdly, I am heavily multitasking.
...
...meanwhile in the lively realm of Kitchengard a strong mist of coffee was sifting thorough the warm fields of dinner leftovers. A flash charged the skies. Heimdall had opened the Bifrost between Kitchengard and Livingheim, as it was the time for the Odin-sleep and he knew that Odin was the father of all, even the greatest procrastinators. Odin sniffs the aroma, drinks the strong liquid, and gets back to work cursing himself for not appointing someone above him...
...
I wrote the first paragraph three hours ago. And i am not gonna read it again. So, this is most probably the last post this year. I wanted to post more often, but the last few months were crammed with so many events that I ended up not writing most of the things I wanted to write about. But I have made notes and I promise that they will grow into beautiful pieces of literature (corny). Here I have made a new year resolution without saying I am making one.
I think I had planned to write somethings in this post which I don't remember. Let it be. I had been so busy in living the present. It has its ups. It has its downs. Let it be. So, some of the highlights of this year were :
1. Had an ideal 6 pointer (6.5) semester with the full spectrum of grades (A-F).
2. Had an awesome summer:
 (i) Did the summer project, but didn't submit the report.
 (ii) Had my periodic brainstorming session on my existence, this time with better result.
 (iii) Made a 25 km trek at high altitude in 2 days, took a nap near a frozen lake.
 (iv) Lived in Music.
3. Had the best second half of the year ever.
 (i) Started the sem like an ideal student.
 (ii) Wrote my best song yet, with my band.
 (iii) Had a 12 hour lag for about 3 months.
 (iv) Got a letter for short attendance.
 (v) Bought my first guitar and amp.
 (vi) Wrote a few more songs.
 (vii) Tried to ask someone out in a long time.
 (viii) Admired Colonel Harland Sander's creations more than ever.
 (ix) Did my worst academic performance ever, leaving my CPI hanging on 6.1.
 (x) Did my best performance ever on sports field.
 (xi) Swam in the sea and lied in the sand.
 (xii) Saw the Taj Mahal. It killed me.
 (xiii) Traveled for the longest distance and time in my life.
 (xiv) Had the greatest time of my life.
If only I had the time to write about everything in detail, and some more.
Finally the coffee meter is getting low again. So, let us wind up. It was a hell of a year. I wish the next one to be on the next level for me and for you. Live your life to the fullest until you can. Live and let Live. Or better live free or/and die hard. Make strong resolutions. Support the ongoing revolutions. And if it hurts, first let it, then smash it (Hulk Smash!). Wish you a very Happy and enlightening New Year. I feel like it is the starting of a new era.

नववर्ष की हार्दिक शुभकामनाएं !
Love and Peace to all.
Yours,
Shivpal.

P.S. : This was my warm-up writing before I wrote this post. I can't stop laughing reading it again :

Into the music we are born. We dance, we sing along the symphony into which we were thrown. We gather ourselves, we slip into the seas of vibrations. Of beats and of tunes our lives are made. We taste the liquor of satisfaction through the lips of melody. It might get loud, it might rest as a whisper. It may be metal, it may be classical. All we listen, until we not feel, is poured upon the rim of the glass which always remains half filled. Green is complex, red ain't fertile. Green is life, red is life. Thunders may seem magnificent, or may destroy. It all goes on. Yes it will. Crescendo. Diminuendo.

...Jithin loves Poonam Pandey...

Well, who doesn't. Except some brainwashed zombies, and a few pinheads. Everyone has a right to love whomsoever they choose to. I love Sasha Grey, she has done modelling, movies, TV series, voiced a shady character in one of my most favorite video game, and she has a fucking band. I repeat,  S H E   H A S   A   F U C K I N G   B A N D. All that after retiring from a grand career in pornography. I can touch her feet in respect at any time and space coordinate possible.
So, lets get back on track. Jithin loves Poonam Pandey. Jithin, if you know him, is a very bright guy. He has a lot of potential in him. But, he keeps to himself most of the time. He's a bit shy, u know? And I have no solid proof that he loves Poonam, but the popular opinion tells otherwise. If you go and ask him about this, you will most probably get a 'no' as an answer, but I believe that people believe that he has a thing for Poonam, and I would not dare go against the public opinion, atleast in this case.
I would just like to say one more thing that there is nothing wrong in loving someone or something. Well, you might have heard a quote in certain secret circles that "nothing is true and everything is permitted". This can be easily applied to the case in discussion above. If nothing is true then there must not exist a state in which wrong is true, and if everything is permitted then nothing is wrong in loving someone. Seriously. And there is certainly nothing wrong in loving a girl who knows what she has, and knows how to use it to earn a living, in this case a luxurious one.
So, keep on loving. It gives a meaning to the chaos you are drowning in every second.

May the Force be with you.

Peace...

...Bujho to Jaanein...

kar rahe hain kya,
ye to sab ne hai jana,
par kar rahe hain kyun,
ye to koi jane na.

chalte rehte hain,
sab raston pe hain mana,
par chal rahe hain kyun,
ye to koi jane na.

dil ki khwahishon ka,
peecha sabne hai thana,
par khwahishein hain kyun,
ye to koi jane na.

dukhi hain hum sab,
dard hai sabhi ne paana,
par dukhi hain hum kyun,
ye to koi jane na.

khushiyaan talashte log,
chidiya hai jaise daana,
par khushiyan chahte kyun,
ye to koi jane na.

sochte hain sab,
aur ye sochte hi jana,
ki sochte hain kyun,
ye kyun koi jane na.

...Die Hard...

Dear Jun Kondo,
                  I believe you are a great man, and you have done some 'good job' in your field. But the thing is that I have to write a term paper on the greatest work of your life, the Kondo effect, u know? ya, right, and I appreciate the theory and all, but the thing is that, well, its complicated. Well, I am not generally at the loss of words, but there seems to be a scarcity in this situation. So, where were we? yeah, the term paper. I wanted to finish it a month ago, but the thing is that I haven't read the whole theory you developed yet, so u know? Well, its not very complicated or something, but u know I don't feel like it. Its not that it is a very boring topic for a physics major student, well everything that is forced is kinda boring, but u know I chose to work on your theory, well, because it had a cool name.Yeah, Kondo effect, yeah I know that's your name, and I guess you see what I did there, yeah?
 
...............

Bullshit, ... check. I'm gonna finish you now. Fire in the hole. yippee ki yay mofo.

Peace ..||,


P.S. : aah.. new development - I have to present my paper (yes, a presentation) on the first day of presentations week, and for the icing mine will be the last presentation of the day, so, all you frustrated folks, please take your best shot. I'm loving it.

Dear friends, that what we call an adventure.

P.P.S : And that's how you cover a song :

...Headstand...

We are so full of crap. Sometimes we think before we speak, but most of the times we don't. We can't understand ourselves. Sometimes we think we do, but then we find something new, and yet we try to judge others. We close our eyes with our own hands, and blame others for blinding us. We sing and dance to the same old tunes and complain about the lack of opportunities around. We skip the pages meant to be read, and yet write reviews. We slip into the darkness, and condemn the devil for our scars. We do this, and we do that to feel alive, but deep inside all we want to do is to die.

For just once let us step aside. Take a deep breath and think. Think nothing. Feel the void. And let us take a leap of faith. Do what we feel like doing. Sing the song our soul dances to. Run through the forest of creation. Dive into the pool of satisfaction. And ride into the grandeur of the setting sun.

For just once. Let us be not what we are meant to be, or what they want us to be, but what we like to be.

For just once. Let us be ourselves, and feel free. Feel the responsibility of being ourselves, and not blame anyone or anything for making us what we are, or complain about things we can't see.

"If a man is called to be a street sweeper, he should sweep streets even as Michelangelo painted, or Beethoven composed music, or Shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, here lived a great street sweeper that did his job well."--
Martin Luther King

Peace ..",


P.S. : Happy Birthday Niels Bohr. You really helped me get a feel of this illusion.

Music : Led Zeppelin : White Summer/Black Mountain side.

The studio version of Black Mountain side has a tabla playing with Page

my room

.

...Smart Girl...

Inspired by real events, and their projection into the what-could-have-happened space.

...Health...

I may look like a total hole-in-the-bottom, talking about health while skipping precious sleep, but it is not late to wake up. Read this to know more. And I think I would now stop being the thing I mentioned before, and go to sleep, and have breakfast tomorrow(well, today).

May god bless you with enough wisdom, so that you stop being a donkey-hole, but not so much that you commit suicide.

Peace..:

P.S. : Take the list of current top billboard rock songs here, and watch them on youtube. 'I will wait' is a nice song. All of them Mumford & sons look high on music, if not anything else. And yeah, September is now officially over.

Peace again ..",

...Speak...

A thousand words?

...RockNRolla...

"People ask a question. What's a RocknRolla? And I tell them it's not about drums, drugs and hospital drips. Oh, no. There's more there than that, my friend. We all like a bit of good life. Some, the money. Others the sex game, the glamour or the fame. But a RocknRolla, oh, he's different. Why? Because a real RocknRolla wants the fucking lot. " - RockNRolla - Guy Ritchi

Well, I can't explain in words what I want to say. But let me try to help with the visualization. No living soul around and me (if you know me), standing on the edge of the rooftop of an eight storied hostel (yes, hostel-5), with a cool breeze blowing, dark starry night, Orion visible somewhere in the southeast, clear sky but the one cloud trying to sneak past the crescent, an occasional flash of lightening at the horizon, wearing nothing, eyes closed, facing the zenith, hands stretched like eagle wings, and body moving in a quasi-static wavy motion to the beats ...ten den...ta den...of the song I'm a man - Black Strobe, playing on the two 10-feet high speakers standing 10-feet apart, 10-feet behind me.

A song we must know exists :

...Adhura Arz kiya hai...

 Apni tashreef pakad ke baithein, shayad ye zor se lage.

Arz kiya hai...

Samjhdar apne aap samajh jata hai,

bhains ke aage been bajane ka koi fayda kahan hota hai?

Apne girebaan ki fikr chhod dusron ki patloon khinchne to nikal padte hain log,

Magar kulhadi maro paer par ya paer kulhadi par nuksan to apna hi hota hai.

Nadaan dost se daana dushman behtar hai,

Par dost na hone se to nadaan dost hona hi achha hota hai.

To all my dear "naadaan" friends.

You make my life worth living.

Shabba Khair

nahin to danda.

...RIP...

So you think you can tell heaven from hell? Now this, my dear friends, is a really tricky question. Well, this question is not meant to be answered, but someone of higher intellect (I am not really sure how to categorize people on the basis of their intellect) may feel obliged to answer this question, and no matter if they say either of the possible answers, they would look like assholes in the purest form. So, better keep the trap shut and enjoy the music. Because I'm back in black, I hit the sack, and whatever he's trying to say for the next 3-4 minutes. So, now we get it right? Sit back and enjoy the music. Its totally awesome, how we don't really get the language but still feel like it. I am back in black. Hell yeah, I am. And a "fuck you", to all who can't fell like it. And I certainly feel like "so you think you can tell?". I can listen that question on repeat for 9 hrs straight, without thinking about it.
And I really feel sorry for the sons-of-bitches who think Led Zep is the most overrated band of all time. Yes, I read that on the internet. I just don't think they would ever get a stairway to heaven, or a highway to hell, they would just rot in the purgatory with the Leviathans.
May the green rage monster selectively smashes you all.

For Peace on earth.

...The dead Crow...

Boom...great bass...boom...I've heard that sound before...boom...thunder storm?...boom...no its close...boom...its in my head...boom...yes...boom...why is my heart playing bass drum with my brain?...boom...what the ...boom...where am I?
He opened his eyes. There was smoke everywhere. Dust and smoke. And somewhere in the distance there were flashes of light scattering through the dense colloid around him. He got up trying to figure out what was happening and where he was, and suddenly something hit him hard. Really hard, in the head. It shattered his skull, swam across his brain, passed through his left eye and killed a crow, which was the only thing visible in his vicinity.
There were some more flashes, and then suddenly it was pitch dark. Not even a single photon anywhere, as if something had sucked every bit of light around. And then there was a flood of light focused on the dead crow. Not a single dust particle in the air. The dead man hadn't ever breathed such pure air in his lifetime. A short silhouette appeared though the flood of light. "The last crow is dead, we'll have the earth in an earth-year now."

...Spaz...

As usual I can't sleep, and everybody thinks i am asleep, so I let them live in peace. The only thing different today is that I haven't had any coffee, and the reason why I can't sleep is that I can't find a song to end my day. I felt like pianoing my ears, so I tried Schindler's list theme but it didn't help much. And if I can't find anything to kill my brain, I won't be able to sleep. I tried the best brain killer song ever - November rain, but guess what? nothing lasts forever, even cold November rain. I guess I need some hellishly sad number to exorcise myself. Aaaah, I can't think clearly. I am definitely half-asleep. I think so.
.... .... ...
Ok, a song which may help, and a song we must know exists :

Meesha Shafi, with all due respect, you are one of the few living beings I won't deny anything. Even if you ask me to jump from the 8th floor.

Peace

"The one not dancing knows lots of songs." (Cypriot proverb)  ...literally...

...Play B-sides...

B-side. I remember the cassettes my dad used to bring, he has quite a collection of music cassettes, but now he has evolved, with the technology, to CDs. I was always excited when he brought a new cassette, and I even remember once asking him to buy a new one. So, the interesting thing about these cassettes was that they had two sides, namely A-side and B-side. The A side was usually the better half. And the other awesome thing about these cassettes was that when you played one side the other side was actually rewinding. So, where are we going from here? A very nice question. The answer:: I was crawling through the documents on my computer and I found a txt which I wrote in sort of the B-side style. Well, I guess the psychology people surly call this method something, which I don't know and am too lazy to google. So, the B-side method is that you let your mind go to sleep mode (don't fall asleep), and let your hands write whatever comes to your mind. So what was the output? The following (Try to go with the feelings rather than the grammar):

Turn around and face the light. the blue snake and the green orange are waiting for you. be whatever you like, like my life, if you love me too. cross are the bridges between our hearts, but clear are the skies. don't feel ashamed of what you feel, turn around and feel the sun. careless, angry, dented, tainted, all you have been, all you have done, create some thought to drive away this black morning sun. dive in the darkness, you have to, to see the light that comes, from the haunted narrows, and from the shining sun. stagnation is a part of life, it flows better than a run. dark souls get purified only if they see the sun. drown yourself in the cold waters before you redeem yourself. target is not what you want, but what you have achieved in the turn. be light on your feet, be gentle by your toungue, be kind by your heart, but never leave to con. because that's your nature, your instructions are to be the one, who cheats, who kills who creates all new puns. bright is your future if you can see what you are, or what you will become, accept it through your blinded mind, because it is the truth, and is as bitter as it comes. draw the line between your heart and feet, build your path but try not to burn. out in the vastness are people who care, who want, who love, who serve. try not to be, what you want to be, but what you are, or you will become, a mess of shattered thoughts, resolutions, and false creations. Run back to the hole, you created for yourself, its the best for you, you can hide but can't run. it is certain, that you'll die there where you begun, its all a loop in your mind, the creator toys with you to have all for fun. you know what is true? is it you? no its not. the only lie that makes you let live in this matrix is that you are you, but if it is true, why are you so obsessed to know yourself but not certain.its rediculous, i want to teach you, but you will never learn, because you just want to do it on your own, but no problom sir, its you who teaches yourself best, in time its the only thing by your side that you will learn, mark my words, they may seem funny or absurd, but when the time comes you will know, and recite what i have said, what i once hummed.

So this random shit is the B-side.
And the song for today, the song we must know exists,  is :

well, this song has the words B-side in it, so, related somehow.

And that's how we burn.

B-side it is.

I feel like saying B-side again and again.

..

..Peace

B-side...

...Time...

"Its about time." I get goosebumps every time I hear this line. And yes it is about time. Actually this post can also be categorized under Toilet diaries, as the event happened when I was in the toilet but it is not much of a story, and it is a kind of a very special thing. So,  wtf happened? eh? well, I heard someone humming the song we (working name-Rhetorical Question) composed, and we haven't even performed it officially yet. So, as I said, its about time.
That was about "its about time". Now, a public announcement (Jan hit mein jaari) : Song you must know exists :

Try Youtubing for the studio version too.
And If you don't like this song, please try not to look in my eyes while admitting your lameness.

Peace Off.


P.S. : I almost accidentally posted this on the YATN blog. And that's how shit happens!

...The Theory of everything...

:...A nursery rhyme for scientists...: 

....................................................

exactly.

....................................................

oh... story story here it ends,

there is no more i can see.

into space and time it bends,

there is no light falling on me.

all is dark,

cant see a quark,

cant hear a bark,

or singing lark.

oh my dear beloved friend,

come here stand on hands to me.

help me fight out these fiends,

dont just leave and let it be.

some say this story never ends,

it goes on till eternity.

they say the story had no scratch,

it has always been so wild and free.

it has no start,

just play your part,

ride on the cart,

because so thou art.

oh my dear beloved friend,

come here walk in hands with me.

cant follow these embeded trends,

lets go and find the bodhi tree.

for me yes there'll be an end,

the story's end it may not be.

it will tell us how it ends,

or tell us if it has any.

it isn't so hard,

just play your part,

the final card,

is always smart,

oh my dear beloved friend,

come here and stand next to me.

we know now that how it ends,

and the end is called the TOE.

.............................................................

...The Mosquito King...

ek machhar...
machhar ek...
machhar tha wo ek tanashahi,
sab machharon ki thi usne lagai,
sab machhar the uske sipahi,
macha rakhi thi usne  tabahi.
ek machhar...
machhar ek...
machhar tha wo zalim bada hi,
machharon ka machhar tha wo bhai,
andhere raston ka tha wo rahi,
andhere kono mein usne jagah li.
ek machhar...
machhar ek...
/***/
jaisa bhi tha wo deewana
tha, khoon ka bada wo,
us machhar ki hai kahani ye,
phir ek baar sun lo.
machharon ki baadshaht,
aayi thi us par youn kyon?
kyon kisi ko nahi pata,
tha aisa machhar tha wo kyon?
/***/
chodo bhi ab us ki kahani,
zaroori nahi thi ye to sunani,
bas ek baat thi usne bhi mani,
maut badi thi uski hairani
~
ek machhar tha wo,
maut to thi usko bhi aani,
haathon tale kuchal ke,
bijli ke jhatke se jalke,
coil ke dhuen mein khans ke,
ya makdi ke jale mein phans ke,
mukti to ek din thi usko bhi pani.
par aise marna uska likha na tha,
uski maut ka zimmedaar tha pani,
pehla machhar tha wo jo duba tha,
tabhi yaad hai mujhe uski kahani.

...Brobdingnag...

   One thing to notice around here is that you need some kind of an external stimulant to do things (anything). Like you need enough coffee to be in a mood for writing something, or enough psyco stimulants to create something awesome like an immortal piece of music, or a motivational source in some form to help you achieve something great(relative). The point is that whatever is happening in this world, everything that we do, and we observe happening arounnd is happening under the influence of something else. It can be taken as a chain reaction which started at some time way back in this universe, a fancy name can be given to that time - The Big Bang.

   The big bang can be taken as the begining of a tree with two branches, which further divide into two more, and on and on with time. Here we have taken just two conditions turning into two different conditions and so on to make it simple to understand, but it could very well have been 3 or 923382 or anything else. And to make it simpler we assume that time goes linearly up from the big bang, and the conditions turn in other conditions only after a year, so, after 1 year there will be 4 contitions, 10 years 1024 conditions, 100 years 1267650600228229401496703205376 conditions, and we can see how fast the tree grows. We are around 13.75 billion years into the future from the big bang so we can try to imagine the immensity of the number 2 multiplied 13.75 billion times to itself, and I am sure it is beyond our imagination (at least mine) to justify the monsterousness of this number. So, this simple model shows that how things can grow from something tiny very fast(relative, as we have the whole time in this universe).

   So, looking at the prevelent theory which says that there were some quantum fluctuations in the early universe, which caused an explosive(as from 0 to the whole volume of the universe we live in) inflation of space-time for almost 380 thousand years, and the formation of first stars around 400 million years, and to the current state around 13.5 billion years from the big bang, we can comprehend that just a small number of fluctuations, which can give rise to other conditions, would have been sufficient to create the universe as we see now.

   Now, we consider the universe to be a closed and isolated system, which means that what happens in the universe stays in the universe, and whatever happens outside the universe stays outside. And as the universe is governed by a set of physical laws, we can say that the universe is a deterministic system, which means that given some initial conditions we can predict what is going to happen after a certain time. So, we see that if the universe is an isolated and deterministic system, whatever happens in the universe only depends on the initial condition of the universe at the time of the big bang. If we know what were the intial conditions and the fluctuations without any uncertainity (which is not allowed by Heizenberg), we can calculate what exactly is going to happen at a given space-time coordinate. Or in other words, everything that is happening is happening due to what happend at the initial moment, at the big bang. Which means that we have no control over what we do or what we don't, our destiny is written in the initial conditions of the universe.

   And on the other hand, if we take the condition that we have total, or even partial, control over our lives it breaks the above theory. Which means that the universe is not deterministic, and there is some external influence or an influx and outflux of energy to and from somewhere else, respectively. This source or sink can very well be called luck, God, Devil or toilet, anything you like. But it must exist if you have any control over your actions, which we very much feel like we do.

As a Science student you are not expected to believe this, but I believe that any of these theories can be true. I mean that, either of 'The bief history of time' , 'The Bible' and 'Harry Potter' can be true. Who knows? The universe as we know right now may have been created by some-I-don't-know-thing, in a petridish for an experiment, just a second ago, by feeding all the energy, the information, everything, and then pressing the play button. Who knows?
All we can do is wonder.
Am I in the Matrix?
Moreover, who cares?
well, some people do.

Peace.

How to compose a 0:29 song

 

So, you have these ten minutes, and you you don't know what to do with them, and you suddenly decide to compose a 29 seconds long song, so what to do now? The answer is simple, start playing a tune in your mind, then start humming and recording it, then record again for the bass, and then rhythm,drums , backing vocals etc. any number of instruments you can play with your 'beat box', then feel the music and create some lyrics, and record again. Remember to keep track of the tempo of every recording. Finally superimpose everything using audacity, or your favorite sound editor, and adjust the volumes and pans of the different components.*TA DA*

you land up creating something in between reggae and tribal. But it sounds pretty decent. No? who cares? my ten minute were a treat.

_____

Peace

******

Why so Serious(/green)?

Oh green lantern,

dont shine so bright,

on the path she turned,

dont shed green light,

it is all too dusty,

cracked with blight,

far less traveled,

than you make it look like

under your bright

green light.

Truth, she never asked for,

lies, she don't deserve,

so don't break her heart, or

mislead her to desert, 

in hopes of greens

which she misses,

from the time before

she stood to part

from my ways,

to hers.

Oh green lantern,

do burn me in flames,

greener wont I burn,

cuz I am not the same

as back when

we used to play

till the evening sun

went down to lay.

I took all the blame,

for what happened or not,

I felt all the shame,

for all I left and got.

But, I will burn bright,

from the agony and plight,

to show her the truth,

but not so green,

as you might.

Oh green lantern,

make me a pleasent sight.

...growing darkness taking dawn, I was me but now he's gaaane...

...why did you leave the keys upon the table?..huh?...huh?...

...Oh the mighty arms of Atlas, hold the heavens from the earth...

...microblogging...

     ..."The fact that no mortal can stand not knowing is almost as well known as the fact that not everything can be known."...:::Ravanayan:::...

     Now first of all it took me at least 4 minutes and 6 rereads to understand what under the heavens is he trying to say. And I am not completely sure that I truly understand what (above the hell) is he trying to convey. But all in all it makes it an awesome mythological comic series starter, as this is all mythology is about, milking out your own interpretation from every sentence.

     By the way, the Ravan here is bad-ass, and so are all the other characters, I personally like the depiction of Bramha as the whole universe, and of a far greater size than the Greek Gods in Percy Jackson or God of War, much like the Celestials of DC Comics (bigger is better, atleast in the case of Gods, they got this one right). The the biggest thing that the first few issues of this series lack is the number of pages, besides that it is a job well done.

Peace to Ravan!

and to you too.

...When everything feels like the movies...

It is a very sad day (or was, or is going to be), but the caffine in my system is not letting me sleep, and I am expected to attend more than 80% of the classes held at 8 in the morning, and there is awesome music playing through my head.(...with the echoes(/reverb) of the amplifiers(/headphones) ringin in your head...). BUT the thing is that, whatever (the f*) you do, it doesn't even matter in the end (truely said). You read, you write, you dedicate yourself to something and what do you get in return? (Ans: Shit!!!) And even if you get high yield from your efforts,(wtf?) it won't matter whatever (the f*) you did, when your dear neighbour Andromeda is trying to move in with your dear girlfriend milky way (i.e.around 4 billion years from now). By the way, the only thing that i can be remotely glad of is that whatever made this day soo sad didn't happen to me. If it had been me in those shoes, I would have killed someone, or atleast beaten someone half the way to hell, by now. Hats off (wooo hooo!!!) dude, for still riding strong. Peace on you! (not in Italian accent).

And a bit of Peace to all.

PS: Happy Birthday Mies (Ludwig Mies van der Rohe, along with Walter Gropius and Le Corbusier, are widely regarded as the pioneering masters of Modern architecture. : wikipedia) extra info : Le Corbusier - Architect who designed (and supervised the construction(/creation) of Chandigarh(/the city beautiful).