Showing posts with label Rantings.. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rantings.. Show all posts

Friday, July 20, 2012

The Good, The Bad & The Lessons Learnt Along The Way



In my life, it has always been the small things that have really given me the bigger and better smiles, filled my days with heartwarming happiness and really made living this life worthwhile. It’s like the sense of achievement of correctly working out a super hard math problem but ironically nothing in life can be worked out. Really!

You just got to go with the flow and pray like-your-life-depended-on-it that in the end life will work itself out.

If you ever thought about your life as a 15 mark ICSE Board Essay Question, where you argue both sides of the case, then right now, I would like to rant some shit straight out of my head . . .

There is always the Good Times …

The proud look on your parents’ face when they think you have achieved something, the little appreciations by the closest of friends, the random thought of your favorite song lines doing live performances in your head the moment your mum starts yelling at you, the boy you love talks to you or just gazes at you for that nano-second eye contact giving your average day the look of a rock concert, a semi – lazy day when half your brain just wants to day dream and the other half waits to become the first half, the brilliant smile your grandma gives you the moment you walk through her doors like that just made her day, the extra chat with your closest friend after everyone has left the room, feeling like Superman on a fresh morning followed by Spiderman … Batman … and ending your day just being human …, the endless roaming on empty roads of an unknown place where no one comes out, being a part of those typical gossip sessions where everything gets so incredibly exaggerated resulting in endless laughs … tummy aches and the not so needed abs development!, eating at your favorite place and relishing every morsel like it was your last time there, a sudden shiver down your spine when you hear your favorite beats and you end up dancing like no ones watching and finally come the times when you have been really stupid, childish and all those adjectives you thought you had grown out of and never want to be associated with . . .

Then of course come the Bad Times …

When you found out time ran you out, and it has been doing it ever since you started running with it, when you never had an idea that things you owned started owning you, friends you loved to be with left without being with you, the boy you thought about at least once every hour could pass days without you, the things you are good at came in the way of learning things you weren’t good at, when you care about your close ones more than anyone else does to their own ones, when you find a greater comfort in a child’s eyes than the ones within your own age group, when you think life isn’t a fair deal and it treats everyone differently, when you know almost everything out there can give you pain and you have to chose what’s worth that pain . . .

And in the end, all you have are The Lessons You Learnt Along The Way . . .

When your faith in God strengthens every he ditches you, when you have stood tall in every tough time, so that when the happier times finally come you are better than before . . . And the day will come when it dawns on you that you should stop asking for things from God because what he can give you is always way more than what you can ask for . . .

I end this blog post today with the words of Imogen Heap – Song: Hide & Seek

“ Where are we? What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to fall,
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking feeling.
Spin me around again and rub my eyes.
This can’t be happening.
When busy streets a mess with people
Would stop to hold their heads heavy”










Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Why Can't I Climb Mt Everest!


Out of all the insane and highly impractical ideas and dreams I have had in life, I am not very sure about this one. I thought maybe (probability 0.25), well maybe (probability 0.001) , I could think of taking a shot at Mt.Everest after like 15 years. I am not sure of this , but I have these plans in my life that are really over-the-top plans of doing things because mediocrity has sucked in almost everything except this great nature's erection. Its almost like each one of us , even the most douche-bag of another-run-in-the-mill Bachelor's graduate would think of becoming a CEO of some company one day. Its not always possible for them, then of-course, many of these CEO-cum-hippie-culture-inflicted-wannabe's would open their own firms and put themselves on the top just to claim a dream they could never have.

So why Mt. Everest? why not just go to Shimla and come back from an over-used tourist dust-bag (this is when I heard about 5 Bihar dudes landing up in Simla aspiring to start a Maoist movement , how lame!) or go to Rohtang (the orgasmic hill-station for all north indians) and take pleasure in aunties falling in the desperate attempt to try out their newly hired eskimo clothes and shoes on smooth ice. But I don't want to, because its plain and blatant , its mediocre. Well, it happens with me. Almost 33% of times, I end up knowing that people have already done what I had planned to be totally cool and *new*, this world is that fast. So when I was a kid, fed-up of all the mediocrity, I decided I would grow up to be someone that everyone else couldn't be. I grew up, and observed everyone is someone that everyone else can't be. This world is that sucker-ty!

So I have dropped a lot of super-awesome plans along the way , like the Mt.Everest one. This came about when I read about this 13 year old boy called Jordon Romero who climbed Mt.Everest. Ok cool ! , but what was I doing when I was 13? , I was probably looking forward to an awesome 5 year puberty plan and maybe having a totally-not-feasible crush on a neighborhood nerd.... If the Jordon case wasn't enough , take this , totally illiterate, less than quarter-awesome and fugly-looking-but-better-than-Shrek "Apa Sherpa" who climbed the Everest 20 times , 20 times!! , like really? Is that even possible!? And to top it all its easily 5 times more than I triumphed at the biggest achievement of my life so far which is graduating with honors. As I said, mediocrity sucks!

Today, if I had been preparing for IITJEE 2012 , I would have given it up already. Partly because I would have died after completing my first semester,thanks to the Mayan Calendar .. and secondly because of this homie-boy (thanks to Jay-Z) named Sahal Kaushik , a 14 year old who has cleared IIT this year . Ok super-awesome, but what was I doing when I was 14? I was probably now left with 4 more years of the ultimate puberty plan and still wondering whether I should go for another nerd or still not give up on him.... , pretty mundane eh? .. So just like this, I have been dropping plans. Perhaps Everest still seems feasible , maybe I would kill the Sherpa and climb it 21 times to atleast get my name in the newspapers, or maybe get my name as many times as possible to beat Arindham Choudhary ...who knows.. Life sucks donkey balls anyway!

The point is not how many times I had to give up my plans , but the number of times I learnt the same thing: 'any age is old-enough to start something new' . Why not go out in the sun and start practicing your favorite sport now? Why not take up that book you always wanted to read now? Why not look good today because you would never look this awesome one day after now? Why not start today? Don't be a douche-bag ..! .. Start early , procrastinate later.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

4 AM Rantings.

It was a cold January night in Dallas, when I was sitting and applying for jobs so that one day, I could bask in the enwreathing glory of becoming a mechanical robot just like every other person I know. As I was getting ready to go to bed while listening to Nothing Else Matters by Metallica, I realized something. My car keys were missing yet again. I rushed out of my apartment and ran towards the car thinking I must have left it inside and locked the door just like the four other times I had done before. But to my dismay, it wasn’t there. I hunted for it everywhere, I called all the people I had met that day hoping someone would have seen it but no one had the faintest of clues. I even walked all the way to the grocery store in my pajamas, but no luck.

As I walked back, I was lost in mindless thought, about my keys, my negligence and all that I could have done to be a little more careful. Even reading an email on my phone about my interview call for a job opportunity as a credit analyst (a.k.a getting-a-head-start-to-being-the-queen-rat-of-corportate-culture) made me feel no better. It was like my ignorance was dancing in front of my very own eyes and I could do nothing about it. I was facing few of the toughest riddles of life waiting to be frantically answered by me. I desperately needed to cry while someone hugged me listening to my ridiculous curses to the unreasonable follies of my stupid life. I eventually went back to my apartment freezing in places no human being should ever freeze.

When I finally reached my room, all that I did was instinctively play the song “Vidukathaiya Intha Vaazhkai" from Rajnikanth’s old but classic movie Muthu. Yes, I listen to Tamil songs at a surprisingly high rate, no need to be all shocked, it isn’t a crime. Anyway, what I was getting to was that I had finally found the company I had wanted, to share the miseries that so badly needed to be shared. I ended up playing that song repeatedly along with a few other sad songs for a couple of hours till I fell asleep.

It was only the next day that a small thought came to my mind. How would life be if there was background music all the time? Wouldn’t each and every single incident become more meaningful if there was some background music? Imagine how a romantic scene in a movie would look like without a background score? (Unimaginable, yeah?)

I thus started imagining all possible situations of life where we miss some kick ass background music. For example, when we see a person whom we have a crush on we automatically start imagining a background score associating them with it and unknowingly that song becomes an unforgettable part of our lives. For instance, wouldn’t Surya and Jyotika look stupid in the movie Kaka Kaka if “Ondra Renda Asaigal” wasn’t played at the right time? Imagine how motivated one would be if there was a background score every time someone went out to bat in a cricket match or even when one started studying? (Singam Ondru Purappattadhey :P)

I strongly feel that the music and moods are powerfully correlated. I have come to understand that it is music that makes small things memorable and meaningful. I wish there was music to commemorate my every small happiness and sadness, without me having to play it. As someone rightly said, I guess music does really feed the soul.

PS: Considering how low my current morale and motivational skills are, I badly need to hear "vetri kodi kattu" or "natchathira jannalil" ;) in short, I need an overdose of Namba Thalaivar, Namba Rajnikanth :P