Sep 21, 2008

Let the music play

I came across this tag some time back. I thought it was something interesting. I'm doing it!

All you have to do is to put your media player on shuffle and put your songs in there and let the answers come out. Questions are given below. Keep moving to the next shuffled song to anaswer the next question.

These are my answers:

1. IF SOMEONE SAYS “HOW ARE YOU",YOU SAY?
You are beautiful’ by James Blunt
.. and then I add, "Fine! And you?"


2. WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
‘Freak out..’ by Avril Lavigne
In a way, it does describe my way of living.


3. WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
‘ Breaking the law’ by Judas Priest
Its pretty important that the person has his own way of doing things.


4. HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
‘ I am shipping up to Boston..’ by Dropkick Murphy
It translates to ‘Party mood’


5. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?
‘ Paath shaala (Be a rebel)’ from RDB
:D


6. WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
‘ My life be like…’ by Grits
Yeah sortof…!

7. WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Sanitarium’ by Metallica
Uff… there are definitely loads of ma friends who think I’ve been unleashed from one..!!


8. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?
‘ Somewhere I belong..’ by Linkin Park
Yeah.. definitely..


9. WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
‘ Run away’ by Linkin Park
O my gawd..!! I m always thinking that because I m forced to be confined in the classroom by a threat called ‘attendance’


10. WHAT IS 2+2?
‘ Do you know’ by Enrique Iglesius
So you thought math is that easy..?!?


11. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND/S?
‘In My darkest hour’ by Megadeth
Definitely they ‘ve been there


12. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
‘ I’m ready’ by Bryan Adams
Umm… Errr… !!!!!!


13. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
‘ Wasted years’ by Iron Maiden
The Gods have always been right..!


14. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
When I grow up..?!? I think I m already too old.. I don’t wanna be older..!
But anyways the song is ‘Paisa Paisa’ from Apna Sapna Money Money
NO..!! NO WAY..!!!


15. WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Tu Bin bataye..’ from RDB
Mayb..!


16. WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
‘Tera hi Karam’ from Karam..
no comments..!


17. WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Pappu Can’t Dance’ Jaane tu ya Jaane na
Its official that I m looking for somebody with two right feet for my two left feet..


18.WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Hallowed be Thy name’ from Iron Maiden
I already told you the Gods are right.. dint I?


19. WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Socha Hain..’ from Rock On
PER-FF-ECT…!!


20. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
Petrified’ by Fort Minor
Yeah that’s what you would be if you knew.. :D


21. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
‘O my friend’ from Happy Days (telugu)


22. WHAT SHOULD YOU POST THIS AS?
‘ let the music play’ – Shamur
Your Command is my wish ‘O mighty player’


I tag Akshath,Archana, Fahim,Harjith, Rashmi ,Sharath , Tony and anybody else who is ready to take it up.. Just let me know though.. :)


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Sep 14, 2008

Fury of the hell



Enveloped in darkness,
Seated beside the window..

Drops of rain splattering on my face…

Lightening illuminating the scene for a split second..
I see the trees fighting the mighty wind

The thunder sends a shiver down my spine..

The memories of the past haunt me..

Nature seems to have understood me perfectly well…
Its reflecting the raging storm within me..

I so wish the drops from the heaven would wash away the pain I feel within..
But, I realize that, today its no ordinary rain..

Indeed it seems like the fury of the hell,
my broken self…!

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Aug 5, 2008

I do not sleep






Seeing her parents despairing over her being in her deathbed,
She called out to her father n handed him a closed envolope.
And requested it to be opened only after her Death.


The day when the envolope had to be opened came.
Trembling n crying the father opened it.

The letter read:


Dearest ever mom n dad,

"Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I m not thr, I do not sleep.
I m the sparkle in the snow.
I m ripple in the wave.
I m the cloud in the sky.
I m the dewdrop on the leaf.
I m the shredded leaves that blow.
I m the sunlight on growing grain.
I m the gentle summer rain.
I m the quiet bird of the night.
Circling about; Taking flight.
So do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep."


Please get these words engraved on my grave. I will not stand putting u through grief anytime.
Loadsa love,
Emma.






P.S : Based on the poem " Do not stand at my grave and weep" by Mary Elizabeth Frye
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Jul 26, 2008

The most beautiful girl


She looked into the mirror. Its reflection showed the face of a fair complexioned girl with delicate features. Her hazel eyes had innocence and frank curiosity. Her wavy black hair made her all the more stunning. She turned a little to her left first, then to her right and examined herself. She brushed her hair a little, set up one particular fringe on the forehead. She smiled. Acknowledging that she looked stunningly beautiful in her all black outfit , complete with the chain and the bracelet he had gifted her. The thought of him made her feel warm from within. She was ready for him. He would definitely be enthralled to see her like this.


He was waiting. He had finally managed to find time in his heavily busy schedule. He regretted not meeting her often but there was little he could do. Just a few more minutes and he would see his darling.


As she stepped out he looked at her with love filled eyes.


There was only thing he could think. ‘ She is the most beautiful girl’.


Walking a few steps she jumped into his arms. He lifted her and placed a kiss over her forehead.


Missed you daddy..!!’ she said, tightly clinging her 8 year old self on to him.
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Jul 25, 2008

Times change




Remember the day you held me last,
Oh ! the times change so fast…!!
The sand clock has turned,
Over and over again, in my mind the memories are churned..!!
Those times when you made sure I always had a smile on my lips,
Each moment, like the pages of a book it flips,
To reveal yet another one.
But now the damage is done.
Those times are over,
I understand nothing is forever.
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Jul 17, 2008

Free spirit






" Once upon a time there was a bird. He was adorned with two perfect wings and with glossy, colorful marvelous feathers. In short he was a creature made to fly in the sky, bringing joy to everyone who saw him.

One day, a woman saw this bird and fell in love with him. She watched his flight, with her mouth wide in amazement, her heart pounding, her eyes shining with excitement. She invited the bird to fly with her, and the two traveled across the sky in perfect harmony. She admired and venerated and celebrated that bird.

But then she thought: he might want to visit far-off mountains! And she was very afraid, afraid that she would never feel the same way about any other bird. And she felt envy, envy for the bird’s ability to fly.

And she felt alone.

And she thought: ‘ I m going to set a trap. The next time the bird appears, he will never leave again.’

The bird, who also in love, returned the following day, fell into the trap and was put in a cage.

She looked at the bird evry day. There he was, the object of her passion, and she showed him to her friends who said: ‘Now you have everything you could possibly want.’ However, a strange transformation began to take place: now that she had the bird she no longer needed to woo him, she began to lose interest. The bird, unable to fly and express the true meaning of his life, began to waste away and his feathers to lose their gloss; he grew ugly; and the woman no longer paid attention to him, except by feeding him and cleaning out his cage.

One day, the bird died. The woman felt terribly sad and spent all her time thinking about him. But she did not remember the cage, she thought only of the day she had seen him for the first time, flying contentedly amongst the clouds.

If she had looked more deeply into herself, she would have realized that what thrilled her about the bird was his freedom, the energy of his wings in motion, not his physical body.

Without the bird, her life too lost all meaning, and Death came knocking at her door. ‘ Why have you come?’ she asked Death. ‘ So that you can fly once more with him across the sky,’ death replied. ‘if you had allowed him to come and go, you would have loved and admired him even more; alas, you now need me in order to find him again.’
"


This story is an extract from the book ‘Eleven minutes’ by Paulo Coelho.

I see that our lives can be associated with the story. The woman in the story is each one of us. The bird is anything that we may seek. So lets take an example and say the bird is love. Many of you might say ‘I don’t seek love, I’ve better things in life’. For such people all I can say is wake up. Being born as humans.. err I wud better say being born as us, meaning anybody, all of us do seek out for love be it for a person, be it for a sport or say music. While you might never run out of love for a sport o music or any other passion why is that we run out of love for people..? Taking this point back to the story lemme elaborate. Most of the people seek love. The eternal , pure kind of love that can stand the test of time. Okay god is really great, so you even manage to get it. So all is happy and well. Life is going guns. Suddenly one day some feeling of insecurity comes over and then you try doing things to encage that particular feeling of bliss in a status called relationship, maybe because you want to flaunt if off to your friends and family and well wishers, blah. Blah, blah or maybe because you think you think it as the inevitable. Whatever maybe the reason, you set up a well-defined boundary. aah there is one more case where people start taking things for granted that they have already have in their hands something so valuable tied to them n they get into the confidence that they will posses it always no matter what. That’s when the magic begins to ebb away. Just like water dripping out off a cracked pot, like a flower withering away, like the candle light flickering away, it just ends. The point is if one had just lived on in the good feeling without expecting anything out of it, without thinking of possessing it, maybe then the ‘love’ would have stayed on for long giving the glow of happiness n peace.

The things we desire all have a free spirit in them. Just for our own good it would be best to let the spirit lead us.

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Here we go.....



Blogging …!!!!
Its Been on my mind since a long time…Just trying my hand o rather my mind at it…
I've been writing stuff ever since I can remember.. Many a times I can pour out my feelings and emotions through writing.. There are certain things I strongly feel about and many a time I just dont find the right person to talk about it to.. Think its time to kick the laziness out of my butt and put up something on the blog for people to read as well.
So then, here we go…!!!!
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