Extreme Rant Vol I Ch 4 ...... Off Beat = My Philosophy rant

The hardest part about writing something, for me, is the beginning... how do i start with what i have to say... so today... i am going to start like this....

Now that that is out of the way :P:P ... I have a philosophy about life (one of my many that is :P:P) ... not life in the sense of 'life' ... but more on our existence.

I believe that each and everything/everybody follows a certain rhythm... everything we do, say, write, see etc.... is all part of a universal groove... for example, this post that i am typing, my fingers, they follow a rhythm, an unavoidable beat. Maybe it is the influence of music on me... but i do sometimes identify the groove.... and it feels so sweet... when everything seems to "fit".... in time, in one voice, in unison....

sometimes we have to just stop... and look around us... it is amazing what we find... i found a beat...

just think about it...

capability rant

theres this emotion... i don't know what to call it... it can best be described as desire, but not quite enough. Admiration? Paradox?

It makes me smile but i know it is not happiness. It makes me sad but i know it is not sadness.

I hate capability.... capability means that you are capable of doing something in the near future, but not exactly at that present moment.... last Wednesday, i had a tennis session. We were made to play matches. I lost all my matches. But i knew that each match i lost... it felt wrong... i knew that i could have won each and every one of those matches, but there was something in me that held me back.

I love the game of tennis... it is my passion... but when i got onto the court that day, i was not comfortable... i was tense... anxious...

Pessimist:
They say failure is the stepping stone to success.... i think that is absolute bull... each time i lose, i feel lost, i have no confidence left in me... how can all that lead me to success??

Optamist:
They say that bouncing back from a failure is a quality found in leaders... Today i will go onto the court again... make it my domain.... and i will hunt. come failure, come success... i don't care anymore.... i will play my heart out.

ARJUN!

this one is just for YOU Arjun

Extreme Rant Vol I Ch 3 ...... Thoughtful rant

i like to think of Dubai as my home. i like to think that this place comforts me. But there is always a feeling of deep emptiness within me.

I think it has something to do with the immense abundance of date palm trees. Somehow the date palm just doesn't have the same majesty of a much more symbolic tree like the great Banyan. Life and energy always seems to surround the Banyan... Children siting on the high branch of the tree... talking about what they want to be when they grow up.... most of them want to be cricketers.

I miss climbing a tree...

i miss cycling on my Philips just for fun, the ups and downs in the streets of Delhi being my race track, and the wind my rival... I miss sitting in front of my dadima's house on stones that i had painted red years ago with paint that i had made myself, eating freshly cut mangoes, talking with my neighbours... I miss flying a kite... i miss walking down to the marketplace to buy milk that is sold in packets and not bottles... I miss reading mystery books and munching on a packet of Peppy chips.

Peppy chips... *mmmmmmmm*

The Camp

Whole lotta fun

Extreme Rant Vol I Ch 2 :P .... is it too late for a rant?

i was thinking-ranting today... and i thought i'd put it into my blog... but then i just forgot it all... so here's a brand new rant! (i envy my readers!!)

life is like a pair of white shoes... i reely dont know where ime going with this...

sometimes i like to think about what the world was like before it was important to keep count of the seconds left for the earth to turn once around and do the hokey pokey. An age when philosophy was just called confusion, when people never really reflected on the soul, spirit blah blah blah...
it's kind of hard to imagine for our egoistic generation (shush!) because obviously, WE KNOW so much more than they did... we can tell the difference between a monocot and a dicot plant! SO THERE!! stupid ignorant stone-age-people!

Those stone-age-people musta been one really confused bunch of people... try to imagine waking up one day and something clicks in you head telling you that you are hungry and the smell of poo is bad and not good. you look around... and all the other stone age people are looking at their poo with a confused expression on their faces...
and so progress is born... today the whole stone-age-people race have come to a universal understanding that poo smells yucky...and so the first poo-ly migration has begun down to the great river so that they can all wash their asses...

and as the stone-age-people live on... they learn about birth... death... pain... suffering... love... hate... and they develope emotions... they are thinking constantly in a language that only they understand... words are alien to them (again, a bit hard to imagine)...

soon people identified with bananas as good and poison ivy as bad... the word reaches every land far and wide... the wierd yellow thing that grows on the wierd long brown thing with green things on top of it is called a BANANA! weeeeeeeee.... and so a trend of banana eating developes... apples, lemons, guavas, oranges all follow suit... at first people identify these sweet edibles as the slurpy sound made when one eats it... refining over time made it an 'f' sound... and more refining came to the final product - 'fruit' (Somehow :S)

And life goes on... progress... blah blah blah....until we reach the stage where there are two "gentlemen" sitting across each other at a "table" on the "porch" on the "front lawn" asking each other if they would want another "cupa tea?".

wierd... how things turn out...

p.s this is completely out of my head so probably nobody will agree with it... so don't try to agree or disagree... just read it and tell me what you think. Also there are a lot of loop-holes in my made up theory... thats because it is made up.

My conversation with Robert Plant

This Dubai Desert Rock Festival was insanely special. Rock music was represented at all fronts, from the screaming vocals of bands like Mastodon, In Flames and Stone Sour, to the groovy beats of Junkyard Groove.

The first day was energetic. The performances were pretty ordinary until Prodigy took the stage. These guys literally made the Earth shake with their awsome bassy beats! For me, they were the third best band of the festival.

The most anticipated band of the night, Iron Maiden, didn't let anybody down. They mixed up their classic numbers with their new ones. Bruce Dickinson's timely chats with the audience made each and every one in the audience feel special. "Next time we are down here, and you bring your friends, brothers and sisters, we will just have to get a bigger fucking field!" ... or something like that... and who could ever forget - " SCREAM FOR ME DUBAI!!!!!"... My second best band.

The second day was more about the bands, and the music. Junkyard Groove had an awsome performance, although i'm sure they have played for bigger crowds... Their song "Its Ok" will undoubtedly be a smash hit.

Robert Plant.
He walks on stage. The crowd goes mad. i am standing in the second row and have a more than clear view of him. The first song, Black Dog!

Undescribable! i am totally consumed! singing along... head banging... jumping...

And even though i know that he probably didn't even notice me, i felt that he knew me, where i was standing, what i was doing.

He plays one of his new songs, Shining In The Light.


The intro of Ramble On is greeted with a roar from the crowd. Robert Plant enthusiastically shouting " Yallah Yallah!!!" and "Zindagi Zindagi!!!".

"So many to choose from, its hard" ... or something like that.... and then i shout IN MY TIME OF DYING! someone behind me shouts KASHMIR! i shout out again... HOUSES OF THE HOLY.... and then he coolly says, "and then there were some"....

Going to California, Baby I'm Gonna Leave You, Four Sticks, Sixes and Sevens, Gallows Pole... unbelievable.

The inevitable encore saw the best of Strange Sensation and Robert Plant come forth. Playing a 10+ minute version of Whole Lotta Love including an interlude (best described as something out of Arabian Nights)... just too much for me to handle...

And each time his eyes fell onto the crowd, i felt his eyes fall on me. And each time he smiled at the crowd, i felt him smile at me.

In all, the best two hours of my entire life. LED ZEPPELIN THE BEST BAND EVER!

Extreme Rant Vol I :P .... soul mates, one word or two?

Do you believe in soul mates? Hmm...

I'm sure soul mates was an idea cooked up by some high flying idealist. Who wouldn't want to have a person that understands you completely. A person who sees through all your flaws and loves you for who you are. A person that YOU understand and love wholly and completely.

The words "soul mates" itself arouses curiosity. For those who believe in the soul and the spirit, would believe that all things living and non-living are connected by the energies that they posses. I believe that love is an energy. Something that burns inside of us, filling us with passion and wanting to be given out. It ain't that hard to understand, but yet nobody does. So then, what are "soul" mates?

examotions

It's 5am, Sunday morning. 3 hours to go before the dreaded chem exam. I've been up all night studying. Seems like the perfect time to write an entry.

This week has been full of mixed emotions, and even though final exam fortnight is still not over, i feel the need to write down my emotions now.

Night before English Literature: pretty relaxed, still doing some poems. Last poem left. A Story of Lost Friends. I lie down on my bed, and begin reading.

Aah, this poem had made my night. I didn't finish reading it but i soo understood what Bond was trying to say. I felt it. Loneliness is horrible. To not belong to someone, to not be someone else's responsibility, is disheartening. Parents? They are guides, sometimes teachers, but not always. Friends, Siblings? They are comrades, sometimes teachers, but not always. Special friends? They are emotion communicators, interpreters and outputers (:P), sometimes teachers, but not always.
Nature, love, the soul, yourself. Common with all the formers. The constants. But there is still loneliness.

buzzing emotions that night.

Night before Physics: FRUSTRATION! missing notes, too many formulae, sleepless nights piling on. HATE! CONFUSION! ....lost.

Night before Computers: Aaah! excitement! restlessness! energy! passion! good feeling.... understanding.

After Computers exam..... imperfectness, regret, passion.

And here i am, 3 hours away from the chemistry exam. Time to get some sleep!

Chemistry

lol... sorry

Shades of Tan

random question of the day.
At what shade of tan does beige become brown?

p.s my newfound picture clicking interest (no good at it yet)

Initial rubbish.. rediscovering fun

Every now and then, i tend to return to the roots of my everything. This evening i was and still am in one of those moments. My motivation is pumped, my ranting is at its peak and i just feel good all over.

And even as Dean Martin's voice consumes my emotions, mixing them up as if they were paints on a platter ( which never turns out to be pretty, because u eventually get a browny coloured thingy which looks like poo, or this purplish brown thingy which doesn't look pretty, but I've already said that... but its true...), i feel impulsive.
I feel like doing something stupid, insane, outrageous. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

My motivation tonight, as "lame" as it might be, is to fly. Aah, the joy and ecstasy that i feel when i lift off!:D and the sadness i feel when my feet touch the ground again :(. I take my shoes off, and coil up again, ready to spring into nothingness.

And even as i do this, some sort of enlightenment hits me. Not answers, but questions. I jump, and fall back onto the ground. Why?


Is it because the Earth needs to stay in its orbit so as to not crash into other planets, or get close enough to the sun to fry us?

Is it because we are able to experience the sweet sensation of breathing in the cold winter morning air instead?

I want to live on the moon. Sure, basketball courts will be hard to come across over there, but at least i will be able to jump higher than Jordan. ;)

Note : i warned you about the rubbish, don't blame me.