London,Thou Art Awesome

Its bin a hell of a time to sum up the rest of this post. Got back from London this morning and I'm really tired. Sleepy, hungry and tired. Hopefully will get some sleep. A long time back I used to wonder why I keep saying hopefully and not maybe or surely. Why not something more concrete than hope. I know why. For a while now. In the life that we live, filled with the avoidable yet inevitable complex emotions, something hanging loosely left for our own comprehension is so much better than the dead end that definition gives us.

Put it this way, even if I confirm something you're totally psyched for and are happy to no limits, what I've assured you is all that you will get. If I give you hope (which I will) then I leave you to comprehend the extent that the hope will reach and the possibility that things may not take place. And make you ready for it. In other words, when you anticipate and digest the worst, only then, can you truly, completely enjoy the best.


And that is the most thoughtful thing my mind has produced in a while. Which has been a stagnant place. Sleep, food, Tv, music , sleep is all I've done which left hardly any room for any thought. Vacations man, don't judge me.

But that was till London came along. Spur of the moment plan from Dad. And we were off.

I'm of two minds here. Whether I share the experiences of London or leave you with hope to comprehend to your own likes.

I'm gonna go with the second. If you know me and we meet and talk, I'll end up sharing things with you but here, its better off to leave you to imagine.
I did the same things, tourist attractions, blah blah blah.

What really made the trip awesome is a conversation for a time later than this. Hopefully.


But I'll tell you this. A part of me is still in London. Somewhere in the Tube Stations, or at Wimbledon, or at The Apple Store/Ferrari Store in Oxford Street or at the convenience store where I picked up my stuff.

And just like I said above, I hope I get to go to London again. And this hope shall help pass many a boring night to come.

But where London disappears, Stagnation reappears.


Hoping we do have that Conversation,
V


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Now Reading : Top Gear Mag
Now Listening : Comfortably Numb - Pink Floyd

Cheers

Part One Of Many

We're both first timers here. Myself, a virgin blogger and you, you're just a first time reader. So I doubt we can wave hands and hug and greet each other like we're good old chums.

Till we get another word for what I do, lets just call me a writer.I am a man of many words, fullstops, commas and recently semicolons thanks to C++. I started posting small pieces every month on facebook (which will be up shortly over here on archives) and due to peer pressure form all the great writings out there and from a few friends, here I am.

We're not really dating so I'll save you the introduction and everything other than my writing.


I just finished watching Wake Up Sid, and I have to say its a pretty good movie. But they ruined the ending.
Actually, most movies have messed up endings. The kind that make you feel somebody's tampered with the original essence of the movie.
Like here, Aisha and Sid say they love each other. Why?
Most times in life, the good guy doesn't win. The villain with more money and political influence eventually forces the good guy into submission. He doesn't win the glamorous chick and they sure as hell don't live happily ever after. Then why do all movies have a happy ending?
In Wake Up Sid, why do they turn a perfectly dysfunctional friendship into love?
What is love, really? Propoganda, movies and retards like Stephenie Meyer (I have not read the book nor seen the movie, mind you!) change the entire meaning of love. Its not an elevated friendship neither is it infatuationally boosted conversations. I don't know what love is myself but I'm sure its not any of the above.


This blog is not a late movie review service. Its me, in words.

If you like, follow. If you don't , there's a small 'X' on the top of the window to close it, do that. But if you're uncertain, hit F5, you never know, my next post may help you confirm.


Im not really known for first impressions or for making you want more form the beginning. So like all progressively good things in the world, give me some time and you'll realize I'm an acquired addiction.

Cheers,
V

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Now Listening : Drive - Incubus
Now Reading : The Fountainhead - Ayn Rand
Now Feeling : Energized, thanks to Phet's contribution, the rain.

To New Beginnings

I'm going to start off by saying that I really like the title I gave to this note and I hope you do too once you're done with this.

School ends tomorrow officially, but it ends today for me. I'm happy when things come to an end. happy or sad or even just a break. Its good to have some change, some variety and some more sleep. In case you haven't already figured out, I sleep a LOT .

To further explain the title, you need to watch Fight Club. In the scene where he threatens the dude outside a mall who wanted to be a vet. He takes his ID and promises to return it only when the dude makes an attempt towards becoming a vet. All this is done at gunpoint, btw. Tyler does all this. And his sidekick says all this was just a bit too far.
Then comes the best dialogue in the movie (after you are the all singing, all dancing crap of the world)
He tells him that when he wakes up the next day, he will look at life differently. The breakfast that he eats the next morning will taste better than any meal You or I have ever had.

I've seen this movie a lot of times but not recently, but this struck me only now. Things like this, I hope, are happening all over the world. But why must new beginnings, correction, effective new beginnings be only achieved by force? Why cant we change ourselves by ourselves? Why must someone else do the painful task of making us realize that we dont control shit of what happens in our lives?Why?


Truth be told, I dont know.


Do me a favour. If life has been monotonous for you, repetitive, uninteresting, boring or anything has been in the way you dont like it. Pick up your gun. Place it in your temple and let the one of your dreams, the one you want to be, take control. Let him/her talk to you and tell you how the life you deserve must be and how life you currently live is. Let the one who has taken backseat all this time, come alive and dictate the terms of the sorry excuse that you call a life. Listen like the listener you've never been and learn like the learner you've never been. The dreamer may be unrealistic but you have to agree, he/she has more patience than you do. That should suffice for credibility.



If you've not yet reached the part where your life has turned in the opposite direction of your dream (like me, a student) then see what you can learn from the dreamer for right now. When we begin newly, by ourselves, its a totally different thing. Tomorrow's breakfast will taste better.


This time, I'm not going to be the buzzkill by saying I listened to my dreamer, hope you do and abruptly sign off. Like I said, New Beginning, there will be changes.

These summer hols I'm going to put an effort (just an effort, mind you) into the subjects that I actually give a fuck about. I'm going to sleep only after I'm satisfied with what I did with the day, academic or non- academic related. I'm going to re- understand what it feels like to actually be on top of things and not be in a constant battle from below. I hope I can keep this spur-of-the-moment promise. Its bin a long time since I kept a promise to myself. So, a New Beginning to that as well!

I've always considered this line or related lines a cliche, but I guess its a true cliche.
Its not the end but the beginning.



In other issues, I want to start a blog. Peer pressure of all the writings out there. So watch out, my next post may just be from my blog.
If you've been a patient reader, hope you liked the title now.
If you did, raise your glass and make a toast To New Beginnings. Hopefully, there will be many more.



Hoping New Beginnings aren't forgotten as soon as they were conceptualized,
V





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Now Playing : Somebody Told Me - The Killers
Now Feeling : Sleepy
Now Reading : The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini