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!!!

What is Life?

While just surfing over the net I came across these quotes given by Mother Teresa. I had first read these way back as a kid on a poster stuck on the walls of my family doctor’s clinic. It goes like this…

Life is an opportunity, benefit from it. 
Life is beauty, admire it. 
Life is bliss, taste it. 
Life is a dream, realize it. 
Life is a challenge, meet it. 
Life is a duty, complete it. 
Life is a game, play it. 
Life is a promise, fulfill it. 
Life is sorrow, overcome it. 
Life is a song, sing it. 
Life is a struggle, accept it. 
Life is a tragedy, confront it. 
Life is an adventure, dare it. 
Life is luck, make it. 
Life is too precious, do not destroy it. 
Life is life, fight for it.

- Mother Teresa

Isn’t all this really touching; and true.

But yes ofcourse, easier said than done. WE make our lives so very complicated. Just by mere thinking of lame creepy things and letting it stay on our minds. What if this… and What if that…!!! I have been personally dealing with these all of this week. Though I feel way too good now, and laughing over it.

Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be. 
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be. 

I hate people who think they are the best at something and act way too snobbish and rude. I hate it all the very more when most of the people around you think that ways. Anyways going through an MBA course, Ive already learnt this the hard way. For those who haven’t lets accept it. If you do something better than me, there are other things which I can do better than you. Even if you think its useless to do such stuff.

 It takes a lot to understand any body’s true worth. DON’T just say them away. No wonder we all loved school. Everyone had a uniform, and everyone was equal. Those who messed around with basics, were mere idiots.

I know I’ve kind of made this post look complicated in itself. But I hope the true meaning is very well highlighted.

Life is Life, Fight for it.! Oh yes, goes unsaid though, lots of competition,a lot of looking down on to you because you cant score a better grade, score a better goal, or just because you are are you, and they hate it.

P.S. I’m back on Face-book, and its pretty much OK. I’m connected.

Why do I love Beer?

Simple!

1. Its refreshing, when chilled.

2. It makes me sentimental and nostalgic.

3. It makes me to confess stuff.

4. It unites people, friends.

5. It makes me love music more.

6. It makes me sleep these days.