Why does most harm come to the most harmless?
No tragedy is greater than a natural disaster.
I just cannot wrap my head around this. Why them? And why not us?
Karma has always been horribly thoughtless, has it not?
No country and no man deserves to die this way.

I'm sorry, Nepal, I'm really really sorry for what you have faced.

If anyone is looking for someone, or has found someone in Nepal please follow the link.
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You and I, in this beautiful world.

Today I took Lucy out to meet my friends in Andheri. 

Let me rephrase that:

Today, for the first time, I took Lucy out to meet my friends in Andheri.

It was quite exciting actually! Me and her driving down at 12am listening to Lobo on the radio.

I sang a verse and she licked my face.

We reached a little early so had to wait under the building till everyone else reached.

In the mean time Lucy's charm woke up all the dogs in the neighbourhood. 

This was fun.

A silent neighbourhood at this hour with street dog barks that echo till Lokhandwala, those are the streets of Yari Road! What made it worse were the giant-eyed stares the watchmen around gave me because of this.

Anyway, at least it wasn't raining. 

So we all met. Everyone was excited to meet Lucy and she was excited to meet them too.
Only difference being that her excitement died within 5 seconds. I love her that way. She's like,
*HEYY!!* *hug* *hug* *lick* *paw* *wag* *wag* *bye*.

Adorable.

A little while passed, we were all contemplating life and enjoying the breeze on the terrace.
This is when things started to get surreal. I could feel Lucy telling me that she had started feeling cold. So I went and sat next to her and hugged her. She hates hugs, obviously. Lucy. But that moment, I could feel her emotions. I knew she was uncomfortable in the environment. She was slowly getting into her defensive position and she was way too alert. The kind of alert that turns even the most domestic into wild. 

But she was very subtle about it. So subtle it was almost subliminal.

And somehow I could feel the gravity of the state she was in. 

Though funnily, it's not like she wasn't having fun. She was loving the attention everyone was giving her by petting her and playing with her.

You know how the connection is between a Dragon and his Rider? The kind that is mentioned between Eragon and Saphira? It's as though they become one being. I think I felt the way same way with her, though on a slightly smaller scale. 

So we left. 

We reached the car and she dove right in. Poor thing. I followed her in, she jumped on me and licked my face. I apologized to her and then we turned on the radio and started to drive home. Only this time listening to the morose Adnan Sami on the radio. (I wish 94.3 were a 24/7 radio channel.)

She was safe. She was warm. And she was once again excited about being in the car with the windows down and the brilliant monsoon breeze.
We reached home safely. Generally when I get home at this hour she starts barking loudly from the bedroom, waking everybody up. I could never sneak back in the house because of her.
But today she was with me.
As I bent to get her out of her leash, she licked my face again and quietly walked into the bedroom with me. She popped into bed next to Sehar and I put her blanket on her.

It wasn't the most successful trip, but it really brought both of us so much closer.  We both felt it. 

Sometimes in the midst of trying to take care of your pets, you forget, tragically, how much joy they can actually bring you. I will be spending so much more real quality time with her now.

"Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life"

Sometimes it takes you a really long time to figure out what the singer could be saying.
Although this time I wish I hadn't found out.

Shine on Arjun, shine on. 

Moon

Looks like the moon has been misplaced
Looks like it's vanished from the sky
Where did it go without trace?
Looks like I found it in your eyes.

Listen to my new song here!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VmYOapXad0k&feature=youtu.be

Read the description for a link to the free download 

The Left Turn

Waiting at a traffic signal, I saw two cars right in front of me. Both had their left indicator on. The cars were of a different make and had their indicators turned on with a slight delay between the two.

The result?
A haphazard and random blinking of lights.

Each car's indicator blinked in constant rhythm individually. However with the two lights placed next to each other, it created forever changing rhythm. Something if represented in sound would be considered as noise.

But then I noticed something as I continued to stare at them- the two lights, though blinking in their own time, at one point (and for a very brief moment) appeared as though they were blinking together.
It was as if the two met for a while at a point and then went their own way.

I just found that so beautiful.
I mean, even amidst the chaos the two found a common ground. Even if it was for the briefest moment.

Aren't we the same?
We each blink to our own rhythm as we go along. But then somewhere along the way we meet someone with whom our rhythm perfectly synchronizes.
With some people it syncs for a long time and with some people for a short time.

It's all just so beautiful.

1. Love it till you hate it.

2. Remind yourself why you loved it.

3. Repeat steps 1 and 2.

Awkward and Incomplete

You're in the last seat of the train. You know the longest one, which is from one window to the other. Your mind is swaying as usual, you're bored. No music, no view.
As your mind is slowly turning off, you suddenly feel the jerk of a speed breaker.
Now that you're attentive again you're expecting to feel the second jerk- because obviously, the first bump is from the front 2 tires followed by the 2 behind.

But that second jerk never comes.

This feeling.

My Evolution Theory of Video Games and Music

Music started off with the most primitive instruments consisting probably of sticks and rocks.
Slowly, into more sophisticated instruments like the piano or saxophone.
Guitars turned into electric guitars, and pianos turned into keyboards- our first step into the digital world of music.
Then came techno and now our latest craze of dub step and EDM.

Are we slowly forgetting our instruments and going entirely into computers?

Video games started off as what? 4bit? 8bit? Slowly progressing into 16bit and 32bit. Slowly 3D.
Now our graphics are so much superior. With virtual reality it's almost impossible to differentiate between reality and it's virtual counterpart.
And isn't that's where we want to head? Into reality?
The movie 'Gamer' directed by Brian Taylor and Mark Nevaldine speaks of just this, except in a much darker way. This movie introduces the concept of using real people, in the real world as bates and characters to be controlled, like a video game, by other people.
These human bates are paid a lot of money to be a part of this; the 'gamers' pay a lot for such a game.

Are we slowly turning virtual reality into reality? Walking from the computer to the real world?


Okay so here's my theory:
As music slowly becomes completely computer generated, video games slowly become real.

She

She is beautiful.
She is independent.
She is head strong. The strongest I know.

She is focused.
She is intelligent.
She is honest. Brutally honest.

She is fearless.
She believes in action.
She can achieve the impossible.

She brings out the best in me, even if that means insulting me, and making me feel miserable.
But she knows, and I know, that the only way to reshape me is to break me and recast me from the mould.

I trust her.
I love her.
I will learn from her.

I need her more than she knows.

She is my idol. 
She is my soul mate.
She is my miracle. 

Expressionless

My face generally, shows no expressions.
My angry face is probably the same has my sad face. And my sad face is probably the same as my bored face.
If I were an actor, I'd be an Arjun Rampal.

I don't know why this is the case.

I've honestly never been good at expressing myself. Maybe that's why I like to paint and maybe that's why I like to write. To substitute and vent out my emotions through ways apart from my face.

I love to sing, but I realise I don't like my singing because I'm never able to sing with the emotion the song was written with.
My vocal teacher pointed this out to me actually. Now along with singing, he's also teaching me how to bring out the emotion of each word in the song. I find it really fascinating, how expressions work.
It's not just the quality of the voice, it's how it's sung.
You can be a terrible singer, but if you get the emotions right, you can make someone cry.

I went for an audition for a television advertisement a while ago. Those people there were giving me different situations where I had to change my facial expression accordingly and instantly. I don't need to write how well that went.

But this will change.
I mean I'll never be a Jim Carrey of expressions, but definitely better than what I am now.
Feels good to work on oneself.


Now a quote by one of the greatest singer-songwriters ever to have walked on this planet followed by an expressionless selfie I audaciously took of myself in the bathroom:

"Can't read my, can't read my, no he can't read my poker face. P-P-P-Poker face P-P-Poker Face.
MUM MUM MUM MAAAAHHHHH"


                                  

Jaan jaati hai jab uth ke jaate ho tum...

Youn hi pehlu mein baithe raho

Aaj jaane ki zidd na karo

Aisi baatein kiya na karo
Aaj jaane ki zidd na karo 

Umr bhar na taraste raho
Aaj jaane ki zidd na karo

Baat itni meri maan lo
Aaj jaane ki zidd na karo

Rok lo aaj ki raat ko
Aaj jaane ki zidd na karo

Aaj jaane ki zidd na karo
Aaj jaane ki zidd na karo

Soon.

Someday I'll have a Google Doodle in my name. 

Street Lamps on Cobblestone Streets

Yesterday I decided to go out for a walk in the evening, around 4 pm.
Something got into me and I ended up wearing kurta-pajama. Funny, I didn't know I owned this kurta pajama. The kurta was dark maroon and black and the pajama was black. It came with a black stole that I put around my neck.

I walked out of my door barefoot into the courtyard of my castle. Square stone tiles formed a generous pathway across the wet grass of the small garden. To my right, I heard the laughter of voices I recognised.

I walked towards the laughter. I noticed a strange blend of several friends I've had over the past two decades of my life. A few friends from Delhi, a few friends from Pune, a few friends from Mumbai.
It felt like an unusual form of a re-union meant only for me.
But funny thing, we all knew each other.
All of us dressed in our best ethnic clothes.

The evening was bright, vibrant and colourful and the music was cheerful and uplifting.  We were all dancing on the cold white marble floor, barefoot and free.

No one spoke a word. The laughter penetrated our hearts. And the feeling was beautiful.

Night took over and the marble floor became even colder. We jumped onto the wet carpet of grass and soaked in the pure energy of the earth.

The white castle lit up with subtle hues of green, blue and purple. The music grew louder and reverberated across the courtyard.

The surrounding wooden fence around the castle set itself free from the earth and started floating toward the sky. The fence transformed into hypnotic aurora lights with shades of green, white and blue. The lights made their way back to the palace grounds creating a fence of dancing lights. What a sight that was. Magical, almost like a dream.
We stared in awe as a dark blue and purple butterfly sat on a friend's nose and immediately burst into tiny fragments of bright green and blue lights. The sparks of the butterfly flew high above us and turned into fireflies.

No one spoke a word. The light penetrated our hearts. And the feeling was beautiful.

Oh simple thing, where have you gone?

Yesterday, I woke up on a hill. It was cold, but I wasn't feeling cold. Everything around me was grey- The tree, the grass, the sky, the dirt, the stones. I was old, but I felt young.
Was I living in the post apocalypse era?
I was at the edge of the highest peak around. There was only one lonesome tree standing with me.
The breeze was blissful. The song 'Somewhere Only We Know' by Keane was echoing throughout the valley.
That made me smile. I knew what it was trying to tell me.

My phone's alarm broke the serenity. I looked at it and realised it was time to go back home.
There I started my perilous journey down hill. There was no pathway. It was simply a steep deathly jump to the ground. But I found my way around next to an incredibly beautiful, but grey waterfall. This path was also not an easy path. It had the deceptive flimsy semi solid stones everywhere, which meant no reliable support. There were times I had to jump from one end of the waterfall to the other only to avoid the thorn plantations and the poison ivy.

How did I get to the top in the first place?

I had no memory of anything.

I made it half way to the bottom. The hill reached a narrow plateau which allowed me to sit  and catch my breath while I enjoyed the view. I was wet, dirty and cold, even though I didn't feel wet, dirty or cold.

The sound of a car coming my way broke my reverie. I looked to my left and noticed a beautiful black sedan with my cousin brother, Sahil, driving it. Strangely, my cousin brother doesn't know how to drive
a car. And neither did he ever wear spectacles. Why was he wearing spectacles?

We smiled at each other. By the time he got closer I noticed my other cousin brother, Sajeel, sitting in the backseat along with my mother. They were all smiling and waving at me.

I don't remember what happened next.
An intelligent person would have sat with them in the car. But I don't think I did, and I can't recollect why. There is a blackout in my mind between the period of me spotting them, and me continuing my way further downhill.

Hmm...

I reached another plateau. I decided to take a walk around the hill. Everything was still, everything was grey.

In the distance I saw a boy jogging towards me. A boy with tied up dread locks in a textured white t shirt, khakis and a pair of black and white Converse shoes.
It was one of my juniours from college.
As if nothing was unusual about this situation, we both smiled and waved at each other and went our own ways.

There was another black out.

It was yesterday, and I woke up on a hill. It was cold, but I wasn't feeling cold. Everything around me was grey- The tree, the grass, the sky, the dirt, the stones. The song 'Somewhere Only We Know' by Keane echoed throughout the valley.

I smiled because because I knew what it was trying to tell me.

What a Wonderful World

I was walking home last night from a place really far away. It was after midnight and it was beginning to drizzle. There was no body around for a long time.
In the distance I saw a patrol officer dressed in white standing next to his bike which shared the same colour as his uniform. I, very hesitantly, walked up to him and asked him if he could give me a ride home.
The officer gave me a kind, hospitable smile.
He very sweetly handed over the keys to his bike to me and told me, in his pleasant baritone, that I could take his bike home.
His response came to me as quite an unusual, unexpected and suspicious surprise.

It's funny how terribly conditioned we are in this world that when someone does something bad to you, you say you expected it. But when someone does something incredibly nice for you, you refuse to believe and accept it.

I had never ridden a bike before, but the energy around was so positive that I couldn't refuse his strange offer. He seemed so sure of himself that I accepted the keys, sat on his bike and started riding.
Riding the bike wasn't so hard.

I had a smile on my face the whole ride home.

From the Inside

I heard Linkin Park's Meteora album after over 7 years today. And no matter what other people say, I've got to admit that I still absolutely love this album.

I bought this album back in the 6th grade. It was my first official Rock Album and I was in love with it. The music, the beats, the composition, the vocals. Everything, apart from the lyrics, were perfect. I never hated the lyrics, I just could never relate to them. But however emo the lyrics may have been, they were still written very poetically.
Most people considered and still consider this album to be very immature. And listening to it makes you  immature automatically. They say their music is the kind that only 12 year old angst girls listen to.
But I don't care what people say, I love this album and still consider it their best even after all these years.

Now I'm not writing this post to critique this album. I'm writing this because listening and enjoying this album all over again, it sparked a thought in my tiny head...

Do I only still love this album because I heard it as a child? I was 11.
I truly believe peoples' taste in music evolves as they grow older, but I'm 20 now and I still love it.

This just got me to think about the children of this current generation. The one's listening to absolute rubbish composed by sell out, talentless, autotuned artists. I don't wish to take their names because it will start an argument, which is not the purpose of this write up. But ti those smart enough, they'll know who I'm talking about.

It's just scary to think about what popular music will be like in another decade. All I want to say is that we need to be careful to what we listen to when we're  kids, because no matter what happens, we will always love the music. It's stuck with us for the rest of our lives. I know even when I'm 50, I will love Meteora.
So choose music wisely, you don't want to regret listening to it later. Because looking at the current music scene, the possibility of you regretting loving the music you listen to right now is very high. 

I like to stare at old people and wonder what they might have looked like when they were young

You know that feeling, when you're having something delicious after a long hard days work? That most vibrant and rejuvenating and most perfect feeling of satisfaction when you deservingly take a bite into your fresh warm food. 
And then mid way through this matchless and divine moment something important comes up and you have to leave immediately. You're forced to keep the food aside till your work is complete. Deep, sorrowful music plays at the back while a crestfallen tear trickles down your heart as you reluctantly step away from your wholesome God.

You can't work straight. The taste of the unfinished, tender food lingers in your mouth.
The food gets cold. The work is left incomplete. 

Voices

Whether we accept it or not, we all are in the constant process of learning.
Learning to live with ourselves. As Bon Jovi say, 'It takes a while to learn to live in your own skin'.

Before I started recording my voice, I always used to imagine myself having this deep baritone of a voice. You know,  the kind Marko has- the lead singer of Poets of the Fall. (Yes laugh all you want).
This was during my mid-teens, when my voice was still cracking.
I don't know why, I guess I had been listening to and singing to too much POTF and Creed and Audioslave that I always expected my voice to end up like Scott Stapp's too.
I recorded my first song at home when I was 16. Was a slow piano song. While recording it, I was expecting the end result of my voice on the recording to sound nice and heavy.
But obviously, that wasn't so. A shocker.
I thought I had a good voice until I heard it myself.
I thought maybe I didn't sing the notes well enough to make it sound baritone enough. So I recorded the whole song again.
Now because I failed again, I hated my voice even more. I wondered if this would happen to all the vocalists. Hating their own voices. Bleh.
And after that, for some masochistic reason I heard some more Creed and System of a Down trying to imitate the vocalists and envying in a way their voices.
I'm 19 now, going on 20. I've recorded a couple songs now and still hate my voice. I can't bear the sound of it.
I had a whole Jason Mraz phase too, (still kind of do), where I hoped my voice would at least sound like his. But again, not even close. When I tried to compare it, it appears that my voice in slightly deeper than Mraz's but way thinner than Marko's. Somewhere in between.
I also in fact had a point in time where I hoped that I sounded as hypnotic as Sting, or funky like Athony Keidis. Failed pretty badly both ways..
But hey, I'm still in training. My voice is still not ready. And now that I'm coming to slowly accept my voice, I'm beginning to like that fact that I don't sound like anyone I know. It's good to be unique.
But then again, it looks like its going to be a long time till I start liking my voice.

Stole dad's car.

Karma's a bitch.

I have the best girlfriend in the world! :D

BLOG

'Blog' sounds like the sound someone makes when he/ she vomits.
I've always had a feeling that the person who invented the blog was nauseous. So just to prove to myself that I was correct, I researched it.
I was wrong, as usual. None of my theories have been right so far. But that's just the way it is I guess.
It doesn't stop me from making new ones though. And frankly, I like mine better.

No really.

The actual reason why it's called a 'Blog' is because its a short form to 'Web Log'.

:/

Boring.

My vomit theory works better.

I wonder why I haven't updated my blog in so long. I always feel as if I need to have a topic or a reason to write a blog post. But that's just stupid.
Honestly I don't understand why I still feel this way. Over the past year that I've had this blog, practically all my posts have been pointless and more or less irrelevant to anything that has got to do with nothing.

Today there were blasts in Mumbai. Again.
But what I love about Mumbai is that even though we may get a little panicky while the attacks are taking place, within hours of its ending Mumbai is back on its feet. This horse of a city never tires. I just wish it had a fewer people. :P

I want to start using less emoticons. I want to learn how to bring out my emotions with my words rather than symbols. That'll only come with practice I guess.

iGuess.

Lol it sounds like Apple's new Stock Market prediction application

Two Left Feet

You're here finally
And finally we're crazy

The music is inside us

And the party is free

I can't dance for nuts

But I'm nuts for you

So I'll make myself a fool

'Cause I'm a fool for you

So I'll dance

With my two left feet

Till my feet start to ache

With my two left feet

Till the night begins to break

Everyone's enjoying the night

We've all got our worlds

And mine's here with you

'Cause tonight I want to dance with you

With my two left feet

I wanna dance with you all night

With my two left feet

I wanna dance in the twilight

I wonder what I'll do when the night arrives

Should I take lessons to learn how to jive

Do I worry too much? I Think I'll take a dive

Into the music and just go with the flow I'm so alive

Cause I just la la la la

Love to da da da da

Dance with you

With my two left feet

I wanna dance with you all night

With my two left feet

I wanna dance in the twilight

With my two left feet

Till my soul sets me free

With my two left feet

Till it's just you and me

Enough already...

OKAY I get it! I've got a visa for Canada and my PR has worked out. I also get that now universities in Canada would be easier for me to get into and would be way cheaper for me.
I know I'll get tremendous exposure there, especially with what I plan to study [Film].
But is it too wrong to say that I just don't want to go there?
For over a year this topic has been brought up at my place and I'm getting sick of telling my parents that I am extremely happy where I am right now.
Again tonight my parents want to sit with me and look for universities there. I'm so tired of doing the same thing again and again... WHY don't they get that I'm genuinely just not interested.

I do want to go study abroad, but not now. For my post graduation maybe. Right now, where I am, what I'm doing, I'm enjoying myself and I love it here in Mumbai.

Gah. I guess the only way to stop them from bringing up this topic again and again is to just apply to a few places there and see what happens.

My Roots

I can feel it. The pieces of the puzzle seem to fit perfectly. This is where I am supposed to be.
I'm not afraid anymore, think i may have found my place.


At least for now.

:D

No Guitar. No Distractions...

  

... ?

Don't look back, into black...

Quiet down. We're almost there. 

Thank You (:

Laa Dee Daa (:

You know how people say, 'When everything seems to be coming your way, you're in the wrong direction.'
Well I'm hoping there can be exceptions to that statement.
It seems, as of right now, everything in my life is 'just perfect'! You know, like how you just don't want things to change.
I have the perfect college. The perfect course. The perfect friends. The more than perfect girlfriend. And as of today, the best bedroom ever!
And to think, I'm not even in the 'wrong direction'... I know what I want to do in life. And I'm working on that. I'm working hard in college. I'm performing in a few places now and then. I'm painting. I'm helping my mother with her business. I'm going to the gym regularly. And I'm taking care of my three babies.
:D

I guess I really am probably the luckiest boy in the world!

Leave. But don't ever leave me.

I've been checking my own blog for the past few days hoping that it would automatically update itself with all my thoughts... But it doesn't work that way.
So much has happened since the last time I updated this blog. I don't remember half the things. But those things clearly didn't matter.

Before I begin... Happy New year! :D :P

I have a girlfriend now :D

The most beautiful girl in the world. And she's made me the worlds luckiest boy. 

My little one (:

It's gonna be tough being without her for these few months ):

But we'll get through it. We're awesome that way.

I love you :D :D

My bedroom's been under renovation for the past two months... Might take a week more to get ready. It's coming out really good! Can't wait! :D

BMM's still fun! Our festival is coming out in two weeks. Really looking forward to it!

I started going to the gym again. I have an incentive this time ;)

I miss you Sashawasha ):

108 days (:

Drown with me

I-Doser mp3. Thank you whoever for creating this.
Imagine Pink Floyd's Interstellar Overdrive only without anything instruments or effects. Just one single sound that's constantly ringing in your ears for half an hour.
It goes Up and Down. Left and Right. In Circles. Clockwise. Anti-Clockwise. Louder. Softer. Faster. Slower. But it doesn't stop.
It's unusual at first. You're expecting some sort of melody to take over. But it doesn't
Plain. White. Noise.
That's all there is to it.
15 minutes into it I realised I was high. I called up a friend as soon as I realised this.
I'm high right now.
I'm typing.
?
I reached such a state while listening to it that I told myself, 'Forget music. This is the future.'
I even convinced myself it was true.
Until I started listening to Porcupine Tree.
I'm listening to it while I type.
Music.
I'm out of words to describe the kind of high I'm getting right now.

Music has never tasted sweeter.

I read somewhere, The mind is the most beautiful thing to lose.
This is the best way to do so.

Everyone's claiming to be 'awesome'. Looks like I was wrong. 

I'm not awesome.

Ohhkayyy I really don't have anything to write about. Again. But I haven't updated my blog in too long and I want to write something...
Ooh! I can't wait till 2011! So many movies are finally releasing! Kung Fu Panda 2, Pirates of the Caribbean 4, Gotham Knights, Rio, Transformers 3, Smurfs, Rango! :D
Hmm...
New Years is in 2 weeks... Don't know what I'm going to do.. But that's okay, there's loads of us who don't know what we're going to do. So we'll do something together. Aimless people stick together. It's what keeps us... from straying away... Or something.
Oo Rang de Basanti is on TV... good movie... Good movie...


3D movies have become a little too popular now.. The fun of watching one has also become less. We're taking it for granted. But that's just how it is. I wanted to watch Saw 3D, but it never managed to release here in India ):
But thats okay, I'm waiting for Pirates of the Caribbean now.. Penelope Cruz!
Trailer looked interesting.

Okay now CID is going on :/

Ooh! Ooh! I started watching Phineas and Ferb!!! It's genius. Everyone with a good sense of humour should watch it. In fact, I recommend everyone studying Media to start watching it. It's crazy. It opens up your mind... Makes you think out of the box.
I can't thank my friend enough for introducing me to this show :P
Perry the Platypus!!! 

Doo Bee Doo Bee Doo Daa Dum Doo Bee Doo Bee Doo Daa!
[It's the theme song for Perry the Platypus. It's awesome]

 It's 5... I wanna sleep. But I've heard it's not good to sleep in the evenings.
Lol
I'm going to sleep...
Oh I'm loving this weather!

There's nothing on my mind.

Darkest Night

Today I felt anger, like I've never felt before.
Real anger.
The kind of anger that gives you gory and bloody images in your head.
The kind of anger that makes you want to kill. And by killing I mean literally stabbing someone thirty times till the thirst for mutilating someone has been quenched.
The kind of anger that actually makes you enjoy all this insanity...

I slept today at 3:30 am after doing my last bit of economics. I fell asleep instantly...

Slowly, for some god forsaken reason, I started getting this strange nightmare. I was standing in the middle of a major war. There were guns, there were bombs, and people were dying.

I woke up.

There were LOUD firecrackers being burst very close to my place. And they just weren't stopping. 
I checked the time... It was 5.
It didn't occur to me that time that I had only slept for 1 and a half hours.

Thanks to the crackers, Zephan and Lucy got freaked out and started barking. And when they bark at something like this, there's no stopping them.

Within seconds [while the dynamite crackers were still bursting] I could hear these men singing on microphones. :/
And the singing just became louder and louder.
The crackers continued to burst.
The dogs continues to bark.

It was here that I felt like going on my killing spree.
I was getting gory visuals of me stabbing one of the kids who was bursting the crackers.
And I was enjoying it. 

I guess now I understand the logic behind insomniacs becoming murderers.


I'm just glad I don't own a gun...

Anyway, after precisely seven minutes, I managed to get up from my bed and go to the balcony to see what the heck was bringing out this devil in me.
Mom was there.
I looked down.
It was a parade.
Mom told me, it was Guru Nanak's birthday and that they were celebrating Guru Poornima.

Ironically, I couldn't find the full moon thanks to all the pollution those lovely crackers had caused.

So I saw about a thousand Sardars running around, dancing and enjoying themselves.
And suddenly, all that anger in me subsided and I started to smile.

It was a strangely beautiful sight.

The crackers finally stopped.
The dogs finally hushed.

It was 6 now. I made tea for Mom and Dad and myself... We spoke for a while and I saw the sun rise.

(:

Handsfree

Okay so, I absolutely love my arms and hands. I love how they work for me and I know exactly how to use them.
But what about the times when I don't need to use them?
Have you ever been in situations where you just don't know WHAT the HELL to do with your hands?

It happens to me all the time :/

Suppose I'm having a conversation with someone, we're both standing.
What do I do with them then?

Do I fold them?
That looks like you're not interested. Or it looks like you've blocked yourself.
All in all, it looks like you have better things to do than have that conversation.
So this is ruled out.

Do I put them in my pockets?
The way I see it, it just looks like
a. You're way cooler than the person you're talking to. OR
b. You're unsure about yourself...
So ruled out?

Do I put them behind my back and stand like those typical 'Stand at ease' positions we were taught in school?
Uhmm... no

Do I set my hair? :P
I think, unconsciously, I do this anyway, and I'm trying to stop this habit >.<

Do I bite my nails?
Okay this ones a rhetorical.

Or simply, do I just let them be hanging down my shoulder?
It feels a little awkward doing this though...

Any ideas...?

" I'll be there for you " ?

You get to know who your close friends are, when you change your birthdate.

I realised one fine day that I have 558 friends on Facebook.
Now where on Earth did I find 558 friends?
So I wanted to clear this mess out.
I needed a way to get myself to know who I can remove from my friend list.
Funny thing is, I only add people or accept requests from people if I've met them. At least once.

So the best way to filter these people out in my opinion was to change my birthdate.

To...
4th of November

All those who wish me. Will be removed.
Excusing a few of course. Like those I've just met within the span of 5 to 6 months... And those who I know won't remember my birthday 'cause they keep forgetting, or I never told them. :P

So out of the I don't know how many people who wished me, I removed 40.
Yayy success! :D

Ohh and it made me so happy when those handful of people remembered my birthday :D

Man I love you all :D

Wow I'm actually going to start celebrating this day from now on... As 'Not a friendships day'.
or something... :/

Oh I also found out something kickass!
If your wall is ever feeling bored and empty. And you feel no one loves you or you feel that no one remembers who you are, JUST CHANGE YOUR BIRTHDAY TO THE NEXT DAY :D
And *POOF*. Your walls the most happening thing on Facebook :D

Oh! And it rained today.
And I made sure I heard November Rain while it was raining outside.

I'm awesome.

"Today isn't just another day.

Today, I'll create something beautiful."

Gym.

Yes. However funny as it may sound, I've joined one. Deal with it. -_-

I am now officially one of those robots who pays a bomb to walk on a machine for a long time, and not reach anywhere.

Okay no its not all that bad. In fact, I've started liking working out. I look forward to the next days session...

What I love about it even more, is that now I've started to eat even more than normal. Which is really good. For me. I need to gain 10 kgs. 

:/

I have a time table.

	Monday	Tuesday	Wednesday	Thursday	Friday	Saturday	Sunday
1300	Keyboard	Keyboard	Keyboard	Keyboard	Keyboard	Keyboard	Keyboard
1400	Keyboard	Keyboard	Keyboard	Keyboard	Keyboard	Keyboard	Keyboard
1500	Gym	Gym	Keyboard	Gym	Gym	Gym	Gym
1630	Read ECS.	ECS	ECS	ECS	ECS	ECS	ECS
1700	Economics	History	Keyboard	Economics	Economics	History	Economics
1800	Economics	History	Keyboard	Economics	Economics	History	Economics
1900	Economics	History	Keyboard			History	Economics
2000			Keyboard
2100			Keyboard
2200	Sociology	Mass Com	History	History	Sociology	Computers	Mass Com
2300	Sociology	Mass Com	History	History	Sociology	Computers	Mass Com
0000

Okay I was just about to type something when a bubble here opened saying, 'Check out the New and Improved Preview!'
So excited, I clicked on it!
It really was new and improved! :D

But now I forgot what I was actually about to type...

:/

I have an eco test tomorrow... Or do I?

I do. I don't.
I do. I don't.
I do. I don't.
I do. I don't.
I do. I don't.
I do. I don't.
I do. I don't.

*Pause for tea break*

I do. I don't.
I do. I don't.
I do. I don't.
I do. I don't.
I do. I don't.
I do. I don't.
I do. I don't.

I saw a movie yesterday... It was hopeless. Waste of time. Don't watch it...
I'm not gonna tell you the name of the movie 'cause I want you to end up seeing it someday. And then suffer. SUFFER.
Then you'll wonder, "Was this the movie Mehar was writing about on his blog?"

It probably won't.
There's so many hopeless, pointless movies in this world. So what are the odds?
But then again, it probably could be the same movie.
That's when I sit back and smile like an evil person.

Here, I'll practice now.

*Smiles like an evil person.*

Yea...

Is it just me, or does the word 'Blog' sound funny.
It does sound funny doesn't it?
Sounds like 'Blob'
:/

And Blob sounds like... Bob...

Bob
Bob
Bob

It's fun to say Bob

Bob's Blob of a Blog

Bob's Blob of a Blog

Bob's Blob of a Blog

Bob's Blob of a Blog

Bob's Blob of a Blog

Bob's Blob of a Blog

...

I have an eco test tomorrow...

Or do I?

I do. I don't.

I do. I don't.

I do. I don't.

I do. I don't.

I do. I don't.

I do. I don't.

I do. I don't.

...

...

...

If you were a melody...

So a friend told me to write love song. I've tried my best...

Theres a melody behind those eyes

The deeper I stare the music makes me cry

Oh I've drowned in this sweet melody

Your starry eyes have got me hypnotized

Beauty with symphonic existence

Together we form a perfect cadence

And with you my sweet melody

Our music defines the radiance

Oh sweet melody

So gracefully you sway

Oh sweet harmony

So hauntingly far away

The echoes of your bittersweet love

It's creating a high I cannot believe

Oh if you were to be a melody

Your grace would be my musical ecstasy

Someday when the music stops

And our harmonies collide

Someday when our spirits entwine

With days and destiny

That day there'll be you

And that day there'll be me

Oh sweet melody

So gracefully you sway

Oh sweet harmony

So hauntingly far away

You're the grace notes in my opus

The singing breeze under the evening sun

And if you were my sweet melody

My love, you'd be in every single one

Egg.

I'm still an egg. :/

Taking sad songs. Making them better...

Okay, it has been a long time since I've updated my blog... Truth is I have so much happening in my life right now... And ironically, I have nothing I want to type.

I've reached a point in my life where everything feels just right. 'Almost Perfect'.

Most of our live we've all been listening to those cliche songs about going 'Home'. Going 'Somewhere I Belong'. How 'I Will Always Return'... Yea, even I have a song which I've written on a similar topic, but I'm never gonna use it. This topic is a bit too over used...

Yea so my point is, I feel this is where I belong and this is where I'm meant to be... But then something comes up and suddenly opens a new door. Funny thing is, there are two doors wide open for me, and I'm standing in the corridor. One door, is my life right now. I can see right through it. I can see everyones faces, I can see myself. I can see myself having the time of my life.

But there's another door. There's a bright incandescent light shining from it. I can't see what's on the other side. But I know for a fact that the grass there is going to be very, very green.

Or is it?

I dont know...

See my point?

I usually get this feeling when I'm in such a situation...

WHERE IS MY MIND?

I mean seriously... Where?

All I can do right now is sing Alanis Morisettes 'Ironic'

♫ Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you, when you think everything's okay and everything's going right.

And life has a funny way of helping you out when you think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up in your face... ♫

[I'd recommend this song to you if you haven't heard it yet. Read the lyrics along with the song.]

Hmmm...

Lets see which door end up taking...

Time to Sleep

It's 2 am... I'm afraid if I sleep now, I won't wake up in the morning. If I sleep even later, I won't even wake up at noon.
There's so little one can do after mid-night if one's locked inside his or her house... I'm not locked, I can go down for a walk if I wanted to. But the damn rains won't let me >.<

I remember when I went to Carter Road at 4am and took a nice, long, refreshing walk. I can't wait till the monsoon season ends. Everything will be so green and cool. Ah the Mumbai winters are beautiful too! Just the right amount of chill in the breeze.

And my terrace! Winter nights on my terrace is almost divine. Sitting on top on the swing staring at absolutely nothing sipping on some hot tea and occasionally playing the acoustic guitar.
Its amazing how the simplest of chords can bring out the most peaceful vibes.
A 'G major' to a 'C major' up to a 'D major' and to an 'E minor' and an occasional 'A major' to add some flavour... What heaven.

To add to the positive energies of the night, imagine a close friend sitting next to you. Going on and on discussing any topic that comes up. Wow. I can feel it right now.
Such nights are very rare, and we need to seize it.

I wonder if anyone will ever read this post.
This blog will continue to exist even after I'm long dead... Maybe, just maybe, my great grand son will stumble upon this blog someday and read it. Hmm you never know...

Zephan just got me out of my reverie... Wow his barks are loud! And if Zephan barks, Lucy HAS to butt in. Silly girl. But she's the cutest thing I've ever seen. One has to see her to believe me.

Anyway, I guess I'll go to bed now. I'm still not sleepy though.
Should I work on my Sociology essay?
Nah, my brain's too dead for that...
So then what?
Music?
Well yeah sure, but I've been listening to it all day.
Can't play the guitar or piano either, Mummy and Daddy will wake up.
We don't want that now do we?
No, we don't.
Just because I have a holiday doesn't mean i should stay up so late. I need to wake up!
Well yeah, but I don't think I'll fall asleep before 3 anyway even if I rest my head on the pillow.
But what if Lucy and Zephan come up and cuddle next to me?
Yeah that's the life.
But they're dirty. And beginning to smell funny thanks to the rain. Can't even give them a bath. They won't dry fast enough in this weather...

Okay... I'm going to put an image down just so that this post isn't a waste of time for the reader.
The image is nothing related to the post... I just feel like putting it here because it is so awesome.