Comptine d'un autre été l'après-midi... Rhyme of another summer afternoon...
A soundtrack from the movie Amelie, it is one of the most beautiful pieces I've ever heard.
There is a sense of solemnity in it, yet a strange kind of happiness, a sort of contentment. The music talks to me... And I'm exhilarated.
I've been listening to it on repeat since yesterday and I feel like listening to nothing else. It makes me happy. It makes the world seem mysterious, yet beautiful. Sorrowful and solemn, yet happy. Quiet, yet so loud...
I think of a quiet afternoon, in the rain, just sitting by the window, slight drops of rain brushing on my skin. It is raining, yet the sun shines. :)
There are birds flying, everything is colourful and bright. The colours are enhanced. Yet it rains. A happy sort of rain. The kind that lights you up from inside :)
There's something very quiet and solemn, something very lonely about the music. It is my mind, the peace in my mind. My companionship. With myself.. Yet my feelings of exhilaration and peace... It is me. Yet it is someone else...
Piece of advice from me - Listen to it. Here's the youtube link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ei7e4UohjhA
:)
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Dear Prudence.....
Dear Prudence,
Just yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away. When I was younger, so much younger than today, I never needed anybody's help in any way. But I'm just a nowhere man. I get by with a little help from my friends. You know I work all day to get money to buy you things, and tonight Mr. Kite is topping the bill. Tell me you want the kind of things that money just can't buy. Let me take you down, cos i'm going to strawberry fields. Babe you can drive my car, you'll let me hold your hand.
I look at you, see the love there that's sleeping, I look for the girl with the sun in her eyes. I can hear them say, hey, you've got to hide your love away. It's getting better all the time. Don't let me down, please. Remember, I'll always be true.
Silly people run around, they worry me. Got me escaping from this zoo. But we all live in a yellow submarine, in an octopus' garden in the shade. Words are flowing out, like an endless rain into a paper cup. Somebody spoke and i went into a dream. The man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud, the Magical Mystery Tour was waiting to take me away. I wake up to the sound of music, everyone you see is half asleep. Pretty little policemen sitting in a row. There is a fireman with an hourglass. Helter skelter, back in the USSR.
Sounds of laughter shades of life, are ringing through my open ears. But still they lead me back to the long winding road. Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here. Try to realize its all within yourself.
With love from me to you,
Sgt. Pepper
Just yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away. When I was younger, so much younger than today, I never needed anybody's help in any way. But I'm just a nowhere man. I get by with a little help from my friends. You know I work all day to get money to buy you things, and tonight Mr. Kite is topping the bill. Tell me you want the kind of things that money just can't buy. Let me take you down, cos i'm going to strawberry fields. Babe you can drive my car, you'll let me hold your hand.
I look at you, see the love there that's sleeping, I look for the girl with the sun in her eyes. I can hear them say, hey, you've got to hide your love away. It's getting better all the time. Don't let me down, please. Remember, I'll always be true.
Silly people run around, they worry me. Got me escaping from this zoo. But we all live in a yellow submarine, in an octopus' garden in the shade. Words are flowing out, like an endless rain into a paper cup. Somebody spoke and i went into a dream. The man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud, the Magical Mystery Tour was waiting to take me away. I wake up to the sound of music, everyone you see is half asleep. Pretty little policemen sitting in a row. There is a fireman with an hourglass. Helter skelter, back in the USSR.
Sounds of laughter shades of life, are ringing through my open ears. But still they lead me back to the long winding road. Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here. Try to realize its all within yourself.
With love from me to you,
Sgt. Pepper
Monday, April 26, 2010
Hitler vs Thakur? :S
The glee, the final surrender. The relief. That constant guilt off your shoulders.
That moment when you can listen to music again, freely, happily, joyfully.
When you can read a book, enjoy it, and just read it, not try to learn it up, to frantically absorb it in those little grey things, like forms of black and white. Black on white. Small print. Big paper.
When there's no tension. The frightful word. Overbearing, bossy. The superior word, that takes over everything else. Like an egyptian pharaoh. Or Hitler.
It doesn't actually take over everything. It actually is like Hitler. It tortures you. It takes over your complete body. It kills those little jews of happiness and freedom and leaves concentration camps behind (pun intended :P). Yet. YET. It doesn't have complete control does it? ;)
You have those little inglorious basterds in you, those little, rebellious things that make you watch movies and sneak in a few laughs here and there. Don't you? Don't we all? :D
But it's finally when the USA and Englands of surrender and triumph finally come in, the completion, when Hitler finally kills himself. As does tension. And there you are again, free, happy and joyful :)
Free to listen to music. Free as slaves after the American Civil War.
Free to read. free to watch. Free to talk. Free to play. FREE.
Free as a bird. Free as the stars, the galaxies.
Though it's more like being as free as the planets. There's freedom. Roam around all you want, yet you're tied down to the sun, to the ground, to authority. To parents. To rules. To no ipods. *sigh*
Why are there rules? They're so confining, so limiting. How will we ever know what it is to be free?
Even if we were, would we be really free? Does real freedom even exist? We might still be tied away somewhere in our minds. Like Thakur(from sholay). So maybe we can just chop off our arms, and thus get freedom? :S
Maybe not. :P
Ah well, I'm going to go look for freedom. And not going to find it.
(I'm in Boarding school. *whisper: there are no ipods here*)
Anyway, good look to all of you. If you find it, do let me know how :)
That moment when you can listen to music again, freely, happily, joyfully.
When you can read a book, enjoy it, and just read it, not try to learn it up, to frantically absorb it in those little grey things, like forms of black and white. Black on white. Small print. Big paper.
When there's no tension. The frightful word. Overbearing, bossy. The superior word, that takes over everything else. Like an egyptian pharaoh. Or Hitler.
It doesn't actually take over everything. It actually is like Hitler. It tortures you. It takes over your complete body. It kills those little jews of happiness and freedom and leaves concentration camps behind (pun intended :P). Yet. YET. It doesn't have complete control does it? ;)
You have those little inglorious basterds in you, those little, rebellious things that make you watch movies and sneak in a few laughs here and there. Don't you? Don't we all? :D
But it's finally when the USA and Englands of surrender and triumph finally come in, the completion, when Hitler finally kills himself. As does tension. And there you are again, free, happy and joyful :)
Free to listen to music. Free as slaves after the American Civil War.
Free to read. free to watch. Free to talk. Free to play. FREE.
Free as a bird. Free as the stars, the galaxies.
Though it's more like being as free as the planets. There's freedom. Roam around all you want, yet you're tied down to the sun, to the ground, to authority. To parents. To rules. To no ipods. *sigh*
Why are there rules? They're so confining, so limiting. How will we ever know what it is to be free?
Even if we were, would we be really free? Does real freedom even exist? We might still be tied away somewhere in our minds. Like Thakur(from sholay). So maybe we can just chop off our arms, and thus get freedom? :S
Maybe not. :P
Ah well, I'm going to go look for freedom. And not going to find it.
(I'm in Boarding school. *whisper: there are no ipods here*)
Anyway, good look to all of you. If you find it, do let me know how :)
Thursday, April 22, 2010
The Ballad of Sir Curly Tail :P
They saw the boy, standing in the park
He looked at the others, feeling dark
He saw a dog, heard the lonely bark,
His heart was scarred, oh such a deep mark!
He stood alone, lonely and shy
The other boys, playing thief and spy
He looked up, at the dark, blue sky
And he saw, that pigs could fly!
"Look!" he shouted, loud and clear
His mind instilled, delighted with fear
The others came close, by and near
And followed his hand, to the sight so queer
The pigs were flying, in a neat little line
They flapped their wings, so white and fine
They were pink and chubby, all the nine
The boy wished to say, "They're all mine!"
He stretched out his hand, far and out
His mind had not even a trace of doubt
The others looked, not knowing what its about
And then they all gave a sudden shout
The boy had four legs, short and pink
They had changed, in the time of a blink
They did not know, what even to think
And then they smelt that horrible stink
The boy became small, he flew far and away
The curly pink tail, so happy, so gay
The boy finally happy, or as it may
He had finally found his friends, with who he could play.
Away they flew, in the dark and the blue
Where they were going he had no clue
Yet it was an experience, so entirely new
And so he went, as they flew and they flew.
Boredom kills. Rhyming is fun. :)
Being a kid is fun. :)
Writing childish poems about little pigs is even more fun. :)
Hehe.
He looked at the others, feeling dark
He saw a dog, heard the lonely bark,
His heart was scarred, oh such a deep mark!
He stood alone, lonely and shy
The other boys, playing thief and spy
He looked up, at the dark, blue sky
And he saw, that pigs could fly!
"Look!" he shouted, loud and clear
His mind instilled, delighted with fear
The others came close, by and near
And followed his hand, to the sight so queer
The pigs were flying, in a neat little line
They flapped their wings, so white and fine
They were pink and chubby, all the nine
The boy wished to say, "They're all mine!"
He stretched out his hand, far and out
His mind had not even a trace of doubt
The others looked, not knowing what its about
And then they all gave a sudden shout
The boy had four legs, short and pink
They had changed, in the time of a blink
They did not know, what even to think
And then they smelt that horrible stink
The boy became small, he flew far and away
The curly pink tail, so happy, so gay
The boy finally happy, or as it may
He had finally found his friends, with who he could play.
Away they flew, in the dark and the blue
Where they were going he had no clue
Yet it was an experience, so entirely new
And so he went, as they flew and they flew.
Boredom kills. Rhyming is fun. :)
Being a kid is fun. :)
Writing childish poems about little pigs is even more fun. :)
Hehe.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
"We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."
I don't understand. Do people like being unhappy? Do they like wallowing in depression, in self pity? What sort of pleasure can self pity give any one?
Feeling sorry for yourself, pondering over how miserable life is, about how you can't handle things. I understand the situation, the misery of the person, but honestly, wouldn't it be a way better, happier option to just be happy? Accept life. Shit happens. Life can suck. it can be unfair. Stop pondering over it! Get a life! Don't waste it or it'll be gone before you know it and all that will be left will just be a shit load of REGRET.
yet is it really all that easy?
Is it?
I don't know. I don't think so. Maybe it is. Or maybe it isn't.
Can I really answer the question?
No.
I can't.
But pretty much, it's tough. Very tough.
Life can kill you. Yes, ironic isn't it?
LIFE can KILL you. Maybe nto physically. But I'm not even talking about your "heart" or your stomach or intestines. I'm taking about your MIND. About your soul. About what lies beneath all that hypocrisy and poseur-ism (?). Or maybe what just lies inside. Life can kill it, can;t it?
Sometimes it can.
The ones who wallow in self pity, depression and misery, they're easily the most vulnerable, the most innocent. Life gets them first. And it gets them hard.
It tempts them into more and mroe self pity, till that is all that remains. It devours all the happiness, all the joy, the hope. It devours it, till all that remains is regret, depression and SELF PITY.
Get over it.
There's life all around you. Happy faces. What if they were all the same, wallowing in their miseries. Where would the happiness be? Would the word eventually cease to exist? A fantasy word in ancient books?
Look at the happy faces. The smiles. The smirks. The hugs. :)
That's what life is.
Look at those smiles. Fprget the tears.
It's the smiles that get you by, not the tears.
It's the smiles that give you hope.
It's the smiles that make you think, "Hell, i can do this!"
It's the smiles that make you smile back.
Smile. :)
And who am I to morally lecture all those self pitiers everywhere?
I do it, too. Everyone does it. It's a trap. A very convenient trap. The easy way out.
Pity yourself. Gain sympathy. Might feel good. But does it really?
Nah.
There's tension eating me up. All over my insides. In my head. My hands. even my toes. Time flies.
And I'm filled with dread.
I'm filled with dread. The same me who was happy and smiling during the boards, content with the lack of preparation, the same me thinking, "I'll manage."
And now it's the same, yet slightly different, panicky me thinking, "There's a month left and I'm going to fail!"
Yes. School does that to you. Parents do that you.
Panic.
Pressure.
pain.
Laziness.
Tension.
Stress.
Worry.
All of it. All school. Dreams. Goals. The FUTURE as its called.
We all spend our lives thinking about the future that we miss it as it passes us by.
In Kindergarten: I want to become a teenager.
Reenager: study and get into a good college
College: study and get a good job
Job: get a promotion. Find a spouse.
Marriage: kids. Money. Etcetera etcetera
And it goes on.
In all this tension about the future, did we just forget to live right now, in the present?
I know I'm slowly losing it. I think of: College, jobs, money...
Money.
That's the evil, isn't it?
It eats you up. It kills you. It ruins you. IT EATS UP YOUR MIND.
That's what it does.
Everything we do, it's for money isn't it?
And the irony is.. We spend money educating ourselves so that we can apply that education and earn money. :P
Isn't it a vicious circle?
Everything's a vicious circle.
What came first?
The chicken or the egg?Can anybody really answer it?
It's a vicious circle.
You just have to smile through it. Kick it in the groin. Tell it to fuck off :)
Have fun. Headbang. Listen to music. Go swim. Watch friends. Hang out with friends. Crack lame jokes. Live your life, not other people's.
Live life. :)
Cos in the end, isn't that all that really matters?
Feeling sorry for yourself, pondering over how miserable life is, about how you can't handle things. I understand the situation, the misery of the person, but honestly, wouldn't it be a way better, happier option to just be happy? Accept life. Shit happens. Life can suck. it can be unfair. Stop pondering over it! Get a life! Don't waste it or it'll be gone before you know it and all that will be left will just be a shit load of REGRET.
yet is it really all that easy?
Is it?
I don't know. I don't think so. Maybe it is. Or maybe it isn't.
Can I really answer the question?
No.
I can't.
But pretty much, it's tough. Very tough.
Life can kill you. Yes, ironic isn't it?
LIFE can KILL you. Maybe nto physically. But I'm not even talking about your "heart" or your stomach or intestines. I'm taking about your MIND. About your soul. About what lies beneath all that hypocrisy and poseur-ism (?). Or maybe what just lies inside. Life can kill it, can;t it?
Sometimes it can.
The ones who wallow in self pity, depression and misery, they're easily the most vulnerable, the most innocent. Life gets them first. And it gets them hard.
It tempts them into more and mroe self pity, till that is all that remains. It devours all the happiness, all the joy, the hope. It devours it, till all that remains is regret, depression and SELF PITY.
Get over it.
There's life all around you. Happy faces. What if they were all the same, wallowing in their miseries. Where would the happiness be? Would the word eventually cease to exist? A fantasy word in ancient books?
Look at the happy faces. The smiles. The smirks. The hugs. :)
That's what life is.
Look at those smiles. Fprget the tears.
It's the smiles that get you by, not the tears.
It's the smiles that give you hope.
It's the smiles that make you think, "Hell, i can do this!"
It's the smiles that make you smile back.
Smile. :)
And who am I to morally lecture all those self pitiers everywhere?
I do it, too. Everyone does it. It's a trap. A very convenient trap. The easy way out.
Pity yourself. Gain sympathy. Might feel good. But does it really?
Nah.
There's tension eating me up. All over my insides. In my head. My hands. even my toes. Time flies.
And I'm filled with dread.
I'm filled with dread. The same me who was happy and smiling during the boards, content with the lack of preparation, the same me thinking, "I'll manage."
And now it's the same, yet slightly different, panicky me thinking, "There's a month left and I'm going to fail!"
Yes. School does that to you. Parents do that you.
Panic.
Pressure.
pain.
Laziness.
Tension.
Stress.
Worry.
All of it. All school. Dreams. Goals. The FUTURE as its called.
We all spend our lives thinking about the future that we miss it as it passes us by.
In Kindergarten: I want to become a teenager.
Reenager: study and get into a good college
College: study and get a good job
Job: get a promotion. Find a spouse.
Marriage: kids. Money. Etcetera etcetera
And it goes on.
In all this tension about the future, did we just forget to live right now, in the present?
I know I'm slowly losing it. I think of: College, jobs, money...
Money.
That's the evil, isn't it?
It eats you up. It kills you. It ruins you. IT EATS UP YOUR MIND.
That's what it does.
Everything we do, it's for money isn't it?
And the irony is.. We spend money educating ourselves so that we can apply that education and earn money. :P
Isn't it a vicious circle?
Everything's a vicious circle.
What came first?
The chicken or the egg?Can anybody really answer it?
It's a vicious circle.
You just have to smile through it. Kick it in the groin. Tell it to fuck off :)
Have fun. Headbang. Listen to music. Go swim. Watch friends. Hang out with friends. Crack lame jokes. Live your life, not other people's.
Live life. :)
Cos in the end, isn't that all that really matters?
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