Basics.

What do you see here?
A black board with white screeches,
A ninja with swords and hammers.
Silently penetrating into the mourning path
To her house; the only one who knew
What it meant to be the shifting surprise.
Someone caught the eye.
Love, what shall we do?

And thus he spoke again,
“Let’s laugh.”

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Love is a three-dimensional word. Coke Studio Pakistan is dawn music. And Delhi looks beautiful in pre-winter midnights. Simply beautiful. 

x

Naked.

The secrecy of our lives amazes me. We talk about speaking our mind, not repressing emotions/thoughts/beliefs etc. when we are constantly afraid of being exposed. That fear of being vulnerable, the consequences of not being trusted, the anxiety of suffering pain and all this accumulated together makes for each one of us. I live in denial sometimes; that I am not afraid of being vulnerable; that I speak my mind. No. I do not. No one does. Those who did are either in jail or dead.

Life is beautiful in its imperfections. I love the deaf and mute daughter of my maid because she is beautiful. She is as black as coal but has the most beautiful smile ever. She talks to me when no one does. She asks me to talk to her. She makes me feel that I am beautiful, just like her, because I make her smile and sometimes laugh too.

I want to do one thing with my life. I want to feel comfortable in my secrecy. I want that reassurance that no one would invade it and that I am a good human being in all the evil things I think of doing. Again, think of doing. And I want to spend one sunset in the mustard fields of Rajasthan, probably smoking and rewinding all the amazing things I have done...all the amazing things I have done in secrecy; in the wake of making them permanent and trying to escape the fears of being exposed. All the things I thought were the most beautiful things in my life...and thereby putting them on a pedestal; sometimes they deserved it, sometimes they didn't.

And I want to build/buy a house with lots of windows because I like windows.

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Till next time, lets do one significant thing every day which is not a habit... Lets live. And this one piece of enlightenment was given to me by my favorite professor in class two days back. 
Lets use naked language because thats the language of love. 

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Oh Floyd!

I really want to know how it must have felt listening to the guitar intro of Wish You Were Here back in the 60's on an old radio. That trip would be of another level altogether. That old radio. That original, rustic sound. My mind boggles at the very thought of it. Whiling away time in your room with a good book in your hand on an October evening and listening to that guitar intro fading into Gilmour's voice!! Sigh!

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This part of the year is so refreshing. You can smell the sweetness of winter approaching. Its just the right kind of weather. Its sunny and bright every morning. Its pleasant and chilly in the evening. Reminds me of the evenings Ruskin Bond always wrote about. I feel happy.


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I think Marx, Freud, and Steve Jobs are the most genius men to have lived on this earth. I happened to watch Coldplay's performance of Fix You on Steve Jobs's after-funeral memorial at Apple Inc, CA. I was nearly in tears.
I am so  proud of my brother for being part of such an amazing enterprise...they actually change your life. They really do. Sometimes, by gadgets. Sometimes, by their ideas...that basic want of bringing people together.

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Dentists are the worst of people. They say something and they do something else. They give you a lot of excruciating pain while calmly telling you that it will not pain "much". My dentist stabbed the roots of my tooth with metal sticks without informing me that there was an option of numbing the roots. Have you ever gotten stubbed by a cigarette? Its a pain worse than breaking a bone. My pain was worse than the cigarette burn.

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Papon replied to one of my tweets. That absolutely made my day. Weekender next Saturday-Sunday. SO EXCITED. So many of my favorite people coming to perform Live!! Its amazing how music rules our life. Its just amazing. The Dewarists in a week. Indian Ocean in a week. Shafqat Amanat Ali in a week. So much love.

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This one week is going to be etched in my memory for a long-long time. So much love in the air.
And that's about it. I still have two term papers to finish.

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My favorite lines from Floyd's number:

We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
And how we found
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

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Lots of love.
x

Do not miss the 3rd bullet. =D

Some important bullet points:

• Men in Mundus are so sexy.
• Lots of plans cropping up for the "life" :D
• In love. 
• All geared up for some real nice entrances, starting from November.
• Winter is coming. Diwali is coming. Bhai is coming. ^.^ 
• Been doing good at college (for a change) :P
• Happy
• Papon is absolutely magical. 
• Nh7 Weekender \m/ 

Now Playing: Sparks | Coldplay

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Hee. So happy. 21 is a really good age to be in. Boo. =D
Chris Martin. Sigh. Men in mundus. Bigger sigh. 

Later. 
Lots and lots of love. Heaps of love.

x

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The Birthday Post

Yes. I turn 21 tomorrow. So I thought this would be the best way to update my blog. My plan for the midnight is to listen to a lot of rock and watch Jason Statham movies.
You know it will be very disturbing, but don't you just want to bite into Statham? That raw meat. Uff.

Anyway! So yes. This is an attention seeking post to get birthday wishes :D
September has successfully bummed me out to the extent of me having done absolutely no birthday shopping. Though my brother bought me a beautiful watch, I did not shop on my own.

So, 21. Last year. I want to start earning. Birthday has begun to not matter at all.

Also, my birthday song for the next ten years shall be George Thorogood's Bad To The Bone.

Until next time, keep listening to good music.
Much love.
x

Track #8 (Just Floyd)

Thursday. The 19th of July.

Say no more. Just listen.


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And I am not afraid of dying, any time will do.

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We say goodbye. Let's rest the case here. Night.

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No more love. Ciao.  

Track #7 - Fake Plastic Trees

Wednesday. The 18th of July.

Didn't update for two days I guess. Busy busy busy! I am yet to write a 5000 word debate. [ eyes rolling ]. Anyhow, I am going back to campus on 20th. So that leaves me with just two more updates. So I thought I'd post one of my favorite alt rock bands. Radiohead. Now when you're listening to Thom Yorke sing the most unusual lyrics in that fashion, you don't think just how beautiful this band is or just how tight it is! You think of other issues! You think of yourself. You introspect. You try to understand those words and how each and every beat doesn't calm you but makes you question so many things within you! It makes you face your vulnerability in a sense that you accept it and you carry on with it.

This one track is immensely close to my heart. It sounds great on speakers but listen to it on headphones. You will zone out, like I do, every freaking time! [ Where did the monsoon disappear? ]

Genre: Alternative Rock
Title: Fake Plastic Trees
Artist: Radiohead

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She lives with a broken man,

A cracked polystyrene man

Who just crumbles and burns...

He used to do surgery for the girls in the eighties

But gravity always wins.

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You see the words? I don't even have an adjective for this track. Also, I am looking for good tattoo parlors/artists in Delhi, other than Devilz'. Do let me know if you have any info. 

 

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Lots of love. And lots of beer as Monsoon cheated on Delhi!