Gilmour or Waters?

I love Pink Floyd. But there’s more behind just loving it.

The other day a friend asked me? Gilmour or Waters?

And I confidently said Gilmour.

Whole of this week its been really bothering me. Is it really Gilmour that I love more? Is it Waters? Or is it just that I love to see them together?

The Reunion at Live8 concert at London in 2005, was the best that could happen to this band’s history. Whenever I listen to Waters, I feel the pain. It seems as if the voice is from the heart, the note is what the emotions are. Whenever i listen to Gilmour, I feel the enlightment. Pain and enlightment? Works well together right?

To split is human. To reunite, takes courage. But it really hurts me when I see such stuff around me. But Life is unfair right? It hurts me when you have to just choose. Either THIS or THAT? In our everyday lives, we have to make choices, we either end up staying happy with the choices we made, or feel guilty over the mistakes we did. It hurts all the way more when its a blame game. “You are adamant about it”, “Its you who wanted it”, “Its just you”!!! Its saddening.

Last night I heard ‘Mother’ by Floyd for around 15 times on repeat mode, and kept thinking about this. I really love Waters. If Gilmour brings the tear to my eye. Waters, makes it fall. I love both Gilmour and Waters. I dont want a choice. Some things in life should never be answered. Or questioned indeed.

Mother, should I run for president? 
Mother, should I trust the government? 
Mother, will they put me in the firing line?

Not any-more.

My phone doesn’t ring any-more.

I’d lost all the contacts on my cell-phone some four months back. I don’t even have 20 percent of them by now.

I hardly recharge my cellphone now. Earlier it worked on the concept of a daily recharge.

Whenever I recharge my cellphone, I call all those friends I’ve been thinking of in one go.

And of all the friends that I call up, 90 percent of them do not answer, have their phones switched off, are in a class or at work.

I’m online almost 12 hours a day these days.

10 out of 12 people never ping.

2 people whom i ping would just talk in ussual chat style.

I mail my friends and no one seems to read them and reply.

If I get some reply, it would be 1 month down the line.

No one even texts me forwarded messages these days.

No one sends me that irritating shayari anymore.

Nothing like, “I’ve just entered the college, where are you?” happens now.

My habit of taking my cellphone even to the Bath has changed.

Since I delete my orkut scraps, no one even scraps me saying hi, or may be a wow nice picture.

They have been changing there status messages on Facebook, but wonder what keeps them busy to reply to a wall post.

I don’t have any labels, or special folders on my Mail anymore.

I usually read up chat conversations and old mails again and again these days.

Even forwarded mails which I had then skipped.

Some of my friends are angry because I’m just so lazy these days.

I can keep lying around in my room alone all day.

My laptop is full of awesome collection of songs growing day by day…

 

But my cellphone doesn’t even show “memory full, Delete items”, these days.

Some Inspiration.!

Whats on my mind? Well i daily update that on my facebook, sometimes on my twitter too. I’ll write in phrases of songs, letting the world know (how crappy) of whats on my mind. Phewww, well here is something of what actually is on my mind currently. Yeah, I wrote them.

 

The days keep passing,

the calender keeps rolling,

send in some inspiration,

or it looks so compromising.

Got so much to do,

Want so much to explore…

send in some inspiration,

to say, bye-bye laziness; you, no more!!!

 

I don’t want to hide away,

I don’t want to dream all day,

send in some inspiration,

and take, just take my blues away!!!

 

P.S.: I hate comments on posts just saying, nice-one. Add something to it. Atleast a line. Send in some Inspiration.

There you are.

There you are

With that smile and hiding that pain

There you are

and they call you a self proclaimed.

There you are

with medals and smart ribbons

There you are

and a battalion that would leave you alone one day.

Some questioned your existence

and the others hated your ways

There you are

with intentions to defray.

There you are

yes you are

And just because you know who you are

This world suddenly seems no gray.

 

There you are. And I thought i couldn’t write again!!!