So, I come home from a very very busy day. I’m tired and I fall in front of television. There is some interview or news about some interview. The interviewer is from let’s say XYZ country and he is asking some ex military or maybe ex defense expert something that sounded more or less like this “If we ever do come to a war like situation with that country are we in state of using our nuclear power?” The interviewee sounds like a gentleman as he says “yes we can. But I hope we never have to because it would only mean destruction.”…I am already hating the question about some country having the power to destroy some other country but I love the answer. Before I could listen more to what the ex retired guy had to say power went off. So, I am sitting there wondering what and where we have come to.
Didn’t we learn anything from all those world war stories and miseries that shouted the atrocities caused by atom bombs, angry nations, self obsessed leaders and wrongly guided citizens?
I am ashamed of human race for what we have become. We are ever ready to hate each other because we belong to enemy lands or have different skin color or sexuality or not have same religion or same caste within the religion.
As I listened to that question all I could think of was why are enemy nations still carrying the grudge of ancient wars? Nuclear weapon is the thing we made to hate each other little more than we already do.
We are just bunch of stupid kids who forgot to grow up, we are only growing old.
In a world where we all are busy hating each other, music is the only thing that makes sense. Leaving you with a beautiful song that I was introduced to by fellow blogger ofsenseandsensibility
There are these words in my heads, roaming around in random manners dying to come out but I don’t speak. I don’t speak or write or talk. So they keep jumping around making me feel heavy. I feel heavy because I want to talk.
Am angry at the world right now, so much that I want to continue talking and speaking till every single word inside my head is gone away and I can’t feel the heaviness. But I don’t. I don’t speak.
I think Agnes Obel is the only person whose songs are impossible to kill. I have been hooked to Aventine for days now and its like every time I listen to the song it feels like fresh daisies, even if I have it on replay mode. For someone with a reputation to kill a song, I truly believe she is a Super Hero of music world. You cant defeat her music. No you cant. If I could personally write to her it would go something like this:
I would like to pretend we are good friends and we know each other, but I don’t think we can be friends for you are way too awesome to hang out with. You are a Super Hero. Your music is kind of saving me from some very hard things dancing inside my head. I wish I could tell you how awesome your music, the piano and the whole package with violin and the lyrics is. I would be lying if I said I was always a big fan, I wasn’t. I grew up breathing on Britney and Avril, I still bow to them. But then life happened, grown up life and I found you. Confession I found you from an episode of Revenge and since then I haven’t stopped stuffing my phone with every single song of yours. Among the Gaga, Savage Garden, Evanescence and Macklemore playlist, your songs stand like fresh daisies. Like I said, even on a replay mode they don’t die.
I know this might be the worst fan letter ever, but let me tell you I’m not a big crazy fan I’m just someone who cant imagine not listening to your songs when things go bad. They kind of tell me to close my eyes, go to my happy place and keep it together cause that’s what super heroes do. They fight. Sorry, I forgot to mention this before I kind of believe I’m a Super Hero too and that’s why I have so much respect for you. We are from same deal, we are heroes. Only you are a hero with a power to save people, I on other hand have no power but a lot of fight to go through.
Thanking you for your music from the bottom of my super messed up heart that breathes on a lot of things and your songs are one of them.
P.S Aventine is awesome but dude Riverside is wow.
I don’t think I should ever be allowed to write a fan letter to anyone, cause for someone whose job is to write I suck at writing a simple Thankyou-For-Your-Music-Im-A-Fan letter.
I better go now, for its way too late and I have a busy busy day tomorrow. I can hear voices in my head laughing at what I had promised myself about sleeping early. God! I’m going to be in trouble tomorrow. So much for the plan and check list.
You know how i space out of conversations and even from situations where I’m just staring at something or someone. Yesterday i was in a meeting with my manager and this Russian intern and though he was mostly explaining something to her i was sitting there too. And then i went dreaming again; i spaced out to another world and next thing i know my manger was looking at me, his lips were moving and then i heard the words realizing he is asking me something. I was like feck what was the question.
Luckily, i managed to survive this manager meeting situation.
I wonder why i do that to me. Because i have once been into a very very bad situation because of my spacing out talent.
Anyhow, good news i got a haircut and a new book. I needed both the things so badly because i kind of had a day where i realized a friend of mine is no more my friend. I mean we are still friends but only because i am hanging on to the whole friendship thing. So i have decided to let it go. Its funny how when you are young, like teenage kind young, friendship feels like the greatest thing in life and then you grow up, your friends grow up and all that matters is to survive.
Crazy! how we change.
With a working Saturday last week i haven’t really had much time to write but my story is almost done. Still a lot left but i think i did manage to finally write something. After a long time, im hoping to complete a story. I know it might be a weird story but i wrote it so I’m really looking forward to the last page.
I’m too slow with my story, as in pace wise. I did do some writing this weekend but i could have done better. Wasted a lot of time here and there, mostly because i have this unwanted and unwelcome and highly annoying friend – my mood swings.
Anyhow, i think I’m going to finally finish a story. I don’t know if i would keep it or share it, i don’t know if its good or a crappy one but i do know that i need to do this. Write and wrap a story. I know I’m slow but I’m going to wrap it up before I start with my NaNoWrimo.
Today, when i was walking and running around in the park i had this thought. There were bunch of kids playing football who later on started playing with firecrackers as the season of Diwali is here. As, i ran around in circles looking at those boys i couldn’t help but wonder what kind of mother would i want to be. Yes, i know i don’t want to be a mother but if i ever did go through that bridge i would want my kid to grow up with these –
– Racism is bad
– Everyone is a person, there is no such thing as black, gay, loser, short, fat, brown
– Right to equality and freedom is more than a quote from a book
– Pets are family and we dont throw stones at family
– Never whistle at or disrespect any girl, not matter how she dresses up
– Empathy matters
– Being a leader is cool, but being a bully is not
– Earth is already polluted
– Super heroes are for real. They are people who go out of their way to help others or make someone feel special
I don’t know why i was thinking about it but i feel we don’t teach our kids, specially boys, things out of the text books. Parents do the best they can, but there are some who believe its okay for their kids to be kids and learn from their mistakes. Which is good but when a kid bullies another kid and hurts him/her, that’s not the kind of mistake we want our kid to learn from. In fact that’s a mistake we should not let out kid make at all.
Mistakes that we should let our kids learn from should be ones like breaking a guitar and realizing he or she is better at sports not music, forgetting to bring important books to school and realizing it is important to get up early and spend some time with the school bag, breaking a window with a ball and realizing some games should be played outside in the lawn.
Its crazy, but i wish we would teach more than they learn from Maths, Social Science, Chemistry, Bio and History classes. I saw those kids with firecrackers and i wish i could tell them to not do that, because dogs, cats and birds get scared to death when something so loud happens.
May be I’m weird, just weird. I don’t even know how to talk to a baby when i m sitting in front of one and here I’m talking about things we should teach our kids.
So, i thought things like that and then shook my head wondering what on earth I’m thinking, I mean I should be the last person to be allowed to take care of a kid.
Anyhow, i think i should go now. Weekend is over and tomorrow is Gotham day.