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The sense in anything

Aimless trips to work, the mechanical drive from one parking lot to another. The nothingness when I look at all the riches.

That look that my eyes get when I realise that I am in the "Its now or never" phase. That greed that fills me, the wisdom that sometimes dawns, all the pretence, all this joy.The expected generalities about everything, the hidden truths about me and all.

All this hope that still floats, a bigger house, a trip abroad, sand between my feet ... the trek in the rain.

The breathing that gets heavier and fear to talk to my diary , madness of not accepting and the lie of living.This fake world that I sometimes hold, should just die.

This song my own ..

Like a song life moves on
You either get caught up in the rhythm Or the lyrics catch your attention
You realize that focusing on both would make this Trip more enjoyable
But a conscious effort only makes things more complicated

And then a stage arrives where in trying to decipher the music
The chorus goes past
The tune becomes alien
You see the music other than that is in this song

You realize that despite the beauty in all the songs that touched you
You got to play your own beat
You got to tread through this joy alone
Through the high notes and the low ones
Each note bringing back memories
Memories of childhood
Melodies of the youth
Pitches that pushed you through those miles

A distant memory each stanza is held together in this scrap of paper
Soon it will be lost
Or discovered by a new generation
Buried under boulders
Surfacing one day amongst the flowers

..

For all that I keep thinking
All that I hide
I blame you for not saying it aloud
Maybe I should not refrain

I wish I could say I was wrong
I wish proven right
I watch it all settle
With each tear of the rain

I fear the betrayal
More mine than yours
As I hesitate from promising

How I wish I could tell
How I wish I wouldnt even think
For wheres the point
Nothing that leads ahead

Wishing to let go
Let go of me
Let go for me
So with the rain I cry out loud
Look up and smile
Just as sunshine seeps through

Value for money

A day of shopping with my mother, one thing that bothers me a lot of the times cropped up and refused to leave me.

My moms insistence to go to a lot of malls fell on deaf ears. Her logic being we finish the shopping under one roof . My logic - I can get the same stuff for ten times cheaper . At first it bothered me that all I was thinking about was the price.

But maybe its not my problem to bother, the purchase cycle for me is no longer about the search for quality or experience .. because everyone gives that .. its about the price.

So maybe its the brands that should be thinking ... they have to give me another criteria to choose.

Sony Pix

Whats worth talking about here.. well this channel gives the movie a personality, by giving out details wrt thefeature in visuals that are distinctive to the channel, it owns the piece like no other channel.

Content

Surfing through the ten thousand odd blogs, you can see the creativity, thought and person reflected in each post. The evolution visible from the archives. Each brand blog distinctive, the latest obsession discussed, the individual shining through.

Delve a little deeper .. similarities in the thoughts expressed, is it the similarities between you and me or is it because of so much of the same information available freely?

Last Minute Syndrome

It is true what my teachers in school used to say, if you are waiting to submit your answer paper last when you arn't writing anything, it's because you are unsure of the answer.


Works for everything in life, unsure of telling something to family.. wait for it to be the last minute. Unsure of quitting on a silly bet (when we all know its best to let go), wait till its absolutely necessary. unsure of calling someone in the night, wait till 4 am when its hardly night. unsure of apologizing, wait till the scars begin to turn permanent.