She’s moving with the beats Chasing thoughts from end to end To the choreography of the sentiment Of being free
The song in her head Moves her starkly and wholly She’s entrenched and trapped And ecstatic Then it builds and it builds
She has lost herself now The trance peaks and soars And reaches a crescendo So she stops And breathes And wonders The mysteries of her thoughts That make the music Finally revealed
Deep in the crevices of one’s mind, an entire lifetime unravels. There is the story we see for ourselves, The one that never pans out.
It is quite remarkable. We have the self, and the idea of the self. The mind dominates all senses, The heart all choices. Pleasure can be supported by this myth, But happiness rests only with truth. Beware lest you lose the substance by grasping at the shadow. -Aesop
This random things business has been doing the rounds for quite some time. I think its pretty lame. But I caved.
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Emotional fool
I love playing and show remarkable persistence in learning a sport. I’ve started playing tennis again. Its freakin impossible to get back in form.
Lazy to the point of being mistaken for a rock or some kind of dead weight which exists only to take up space.
I love my brother more than anything in the whole world.
I inwardly wince or involuntarily make a face when I hear a word being mispronounced. I’m not proud of it.
I used to love mathematics until engineering killed that part of me.
I detest cricket.
I want a dog. Someone macho like a German Shepherd or a Great Dane.
I envy people with great hair.
I would rather read a book than go to a pub.
I have a larger appetite than most people I know.
My mum made me swear I’ll never eat beef. I’ve stuck to it so far.
Pro gay rights, pro choice, pro free speech, pro kicking-someone-in-the-balls-if-he-tries-to-get-fresh.
I think the only reason I’ll get married is to make babies.
Love dance.
I’m running out of things to say about myself.
Music heals.
If you didn’t vote, shut up.
Your biggest regrets in life will be all the risks you didn’t take.
Nadal earned it.
I’m happy that Chitra’s happy. *Hugs*
I’m grateful to my parents for the long long leash.
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I like reading long emails from friends.
I can break into a jig at any given time.
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The people I tag have to come up with random shit of their own. We just don’t have enough of these floating around. Type facts, thoughts, habits, ideas, all that jazz.
Well, the title does not pertain to the content of this post, which is not very definite as of now. Today is Valentine’s Day. . . . . . That line has me hemming and hawing for about 5 minutes. I am what you would call an Agony Aunt in matters of the heart. A lot of friends seem to find solace in pouring their hearts out to me even if I don’t seem to have anything concrete to offer in terms of advice. This year seems to be break up season. I am not aware of a single relationship around me which is equal and balanced. It is oddly disturbing, but we always bring attention to our flaws and overlook the other person’s misgivings. At least in the beginning.
So coming back to Valentine’s day, all of us have made plans, to meet SOME one, if not THE one. The idea is to look busy and feel wanted. Love is a many splendoured thing. What it isn’t is a commodity. This is a day designed to sell you the idea that cheap cards and roses guarantee eternal love. What about those of us who are stuck in awkward relationships, those who are single or pretending to be. I think there are too many mediocre things in life and love shouldn’t be one of them. Of course, that doesn’t mean that there shouldn’t be a day dedicated to romance. It should be called Every Day. This is going to change a lot of perceptions about me, in a not-so-nice way, but no matter how often I fall on my face, I can’t help but feel ineffably moronically like a sucker for love. It is a beacon within that does not obey logic or reason.
Carpe Diem.
‘I know what you want. And I know what you need. But I'm gonna screw it up, yeah, cause I'm an idiot. And I'm your boyfriend.’ Jimmy Fallon
