Most people in this world try walking in someone else's shoes. Without thinking, without knowing where they will reach and even rejecting their own desires, ambition and identity. They just blindly follow the footsteps imprinted by some great man (Idol for that person) or by some next door neighbour.

If someone asks you, what would you like to become? You would say Sachin Tendulkar but no one would say a good cricketer. Then you would end up dressing like him, speaking like him and even behaving like him. Without thinking, without knowing yourself you keep on imitating. Even If you are talented enough to be a cricketer your talent is a trash because you are wasting your valuable time copying an entirely different person. This negligence of your self being is actually killing your thoughts, your beliefs, your hopes i.e. killing your soul. You may end up doing what you dont want to, which you would realize sometime later in your life and then regret about past, making your life more miserable.

What is life? It cant be answered by a mere sentence and different people have different opinion, but still, Life is about exploring yourself, finding what you want to do, what you would love to do. It is seeking an objective which would make your life worth living, more interesting, more exciting. Life is also about give and take, about right and wrong. It is also about the choices you make. Every decision you take has ability to change the course of your life.

Stop copying someone else's action, emotion, talent. Be yourself. Every person on this planet is born with some extra ordinary quality. Life is about knowing this quality. Keep looking. Sooner or later you'll definitely strike a jack pot but keep looking until you find this treasure.

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I want to get out and explore this world,
I want to add more meaning to the life,
I want to see shooting stars every night,
I want a glimpse of breeze rushing past pines,
I want a horse and an endless ride,
I want to write down my thoughts until pages are piled.

MS PrePlacementTorture

Shit! Crap! Investment Banking. What do they do in investment banking? Play around with people's money. Yeah! I'm writing this to kill time, while I am sitting here in LT listening to PPT or am I really listening? "Kill" reminds me of "Killing in the name of" by RATM. Kick Ass song dude!. There is some shit spread all over the slides which speaker is presenting and the speaker, whoever he is I dont care, is such boring speaker that he is simply talking about company, looking at the slides and blurting something something something.....Not even attempting to make up some joke. No humour at all. The PPTs in the past atleast had some humour attached to them. The humour was good or not thats not the question, atleast they tried to make people laugh and audience appreciated if it was good or criticised if it sucked. Atleast they had something to talk about. But this person is speaking without expression, without energy, without any enthusiasm. Now they are talking about product lifecycle. Have you ever thought about human life cycle. They are talking about support system and all but have they ever thought about support to people who cant even afford a day's meal. Every company talks about team, leadership, mentor, great working environment, good pay (though they never tell you the exact compensation. They always manage to pass this question by saying "one of the competitive in the market"). I am bored of listen to this crap again and again. Cant they do something different, something out of the normal presentation to makes these PPTs more interesting and thereby attracting audience attention. The speaker forced me to write this crap. So you can understand how sucking he is. Now he is talking about IIT. Dont know what he is saying something like "blah blah blah execution, domain expertise, something something blah blah". Wish If I had a mp3 player in my phone so that atleast I could have listened to Floyd and saved myself from on goin pitiful situation or rather I should start bringing my mp3 player to PPTs. Worst PPT ever!!!!! Now talking about recruitment process. You should have Passion! Interest! Innovation! thats what they are talking about. Shit! I want to do my DDP or rather I should go and play Squash now. But wait a min, grub after PPT. They mailed us saying "we understand IITians well" so there is something special in store for us. Ok, I am done. I think its gonna end in coupla mins. What a torture. I always forget to bring along something to read. Next time I am gonna bring Jim along. Oh Chinky shut your mouth I want to go. Now I am done, my friends are saying enough for today.

So thats what PPTs are like and after PPT guess what was in the store for us. Shady Monginis food packets and that too with 400 hundred people pushing hard trying to grab one I didnt even feel like eating, came back to hostel and went for squash.

Today I realized everything related to rubber is goin against me. My bike got punctured, my shoe sole is coming out, sucking in squash and my racquet grip is also wearing off.

Stuck in a moment

There is a great mystery lying in front of me which I am not able to solve. In fact I'm not putting any sort of effort in seeking the solution. Its not that I dont want to, I am very keen to find the answer which is hidden somewhere behind but my mind is not allowing me to do so.

Love, Mask, Freedom...Any correlation?

That's what real love amounts to, letting a person be what he really is. Most people love you for who you pretend to be. To keep their love, you keep pretending, performing. You get to love your pretence. It's true, we're locked in an image, an act and the sad thing is, people get so used to their image, they grow attached to their masks. They love their chains. They forget all about who they really are. And if you try to remind them, they hate you for it, they feel like you're trying to steal their most precious possession.

The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. There can't be any large-scale revolution until there's a personal revolution, on and individual level. It's got to happen inside first. You can take away a man's political freedom and you won't hurt him, unless you take away his freedom to feel. That can destroy him. That kind of freedom can't be granted. Nobody can win it for you.

The end!

Kill the alien concepts and come back to reality. The end of alien concepts, the beginning of personal concepts. Get to reality, get to your own reality, get to your own in-touch-with-yourself situation. Kill the concepts which are installed in you, which dont belong to your, which are forced on you. They must die. Get hold on to natural things. Things which appear real to you. They cant lie to you

Friday!

Friday, Mocha and Sheesha, these three things have become synonymous for us since god knows when.

Wait for sleep

If something is worth fighting for then why take some crappy alternative.

Jim Morrison and Dream theatre are driving me crazy. I wait for sleep.

I dont know ever since I started blogging I have become more philosophical (though its kind of inappropriate to use word "philosophical" but "more" makes up for it) or its not that. I dont know. May be somethings were hidden deep inside and writing just helps in clearing all that mess. Just blurt it out!

Standing by the window
Eyes upon the moon
Hoping that the memory will leave her spirit soon
She shuts the doors and lights
And lays her body on the bed
Where images and words are running deep
She has too much pride to pull the sheets above her head
So quietly she lays and waits for sleep

She stares at the ceiling
And tries not to think
And pictures the chain
She's been trying to link again
But the feeling is gone

And water can't cover her memory
And ashes can't answer her pain
God give me the power to take breath from a breeze
And call life from a cold metal frame

In with the ashes
Or up with the smoke from the fire
With wings up in heaven
Or here, lying in bed
Palm of her hand to my head
Now and forever curled in my heart
And the heart of the world

Dream and theatre, what a perfect combination. Wish If I had one dream theatre in which I could spend rest of my life.

In the middle of a day

I was flying high but somehow I managed to tighten my grip on the chair,

The day was bright, smoke was white and water was cold,

I heard endless laughters and whispers,

People were lost, confined in their own blissful world,

Passageway became an endless highway to heaven,

Time started to crawl, perceptions were altered,

Few minutes walk felt like a journey to nowhere,

Pizzas never tasted that good,

Round table, hukka, chocolate avalanche,

Mocha lit with sunlight,

The ambience, the atmosphere, the feeling was exotic,

Smoke never faded, people never stopped, the end never ended.

Hanging by a moment

The days of reverie are gone. Welcome to the reality. Welcome to the real world. I was a day dreamer and stopped day dreaming recently. Why? I dont know. But its better to be in this vicious world rather than in some dreamland.

Somethings are so weird if you start thinking about them, u can spend hours, days...but hey wait whats the point in just thinking. Go and make things work. If you are spending countless hours thinking about them, it'll drive u crazy. So better stop lingering around them and go have a nice coffee!

Hanging by a moment! An amazing piece written by Life House. Each and every word is so neat.

Desperate for changing

Starving for truth

Closer where i Started

Chasing after you

I'm falling even more in love with you

Letting go of all i've held onto

I'm standing here until you make me move

I'm hanging by a moment here with you

Forgetting all i'm lacking

Completely and complete

I'll take your invitation

You take all of me

Now.. i'm falling even more in love with you

Letting go of all i've held onto

I'm standing here until you make me move

I'm hanging by a moment here with you

I'm livin for the only thing i know

I'm running here and crashing where to go?

And down i know i'd like to be in tune

Just hanging by a moment here with you

There's nothing left to lose

Nothing left to fly

There is nothing in the world that can change my mind

There is nothing else

There is nothing else..

Desperate for changing

Starving for truth

Closer where i Started

Chasing after you

I'm falling even more in love with you

Letting go of all i've held onto

I'm standing here until you make me move

I'm hanging by a moment here with you

I'm livin for the only thing i know

I'm running here and crashing where to go?

And down i know i'd like to be in tune

Just hangning by a moment here with you

Just hanging by a moment

Hanging by a moment..

Hanging by a moment...

Hanging by a moment here with you..

Fade to black

Life it seems, will fade away
Drifting further every day
Getting lost within myself
Nothing matters no one else
I have lost the will to live
Simply nothing more to give
There is nothing more for me
Need the end to set me free

Things are not what they used to be
Missing one inside of me
Deathly lost, this can’t be real
Cannot stand this hell I feel
Emptiness is filling me
To the point of agony
Growing darkness taking dawn
I was me, but now he’s gone

No one but me can save myself, but it’s too late
Now I can’t think, think why I should even try

Yesterday seems as though it never existed
Death greets me warm, now I will just say good-bye

Wish you were here

"Wish you were here" thats what I am listening and trying to imitate on my guitar. Zillion times worse than what Gilmour is playing but still I am trying hard to come as close to original as possible. The song was written by Roger Waters and Gilmour as a tribute to Syd Barrett, who was lyricist for Pink Floyd in the early days of the band but due to his mental illness and erratic behaviour band dumped him.

"Wish you were here" such a simple phrase but such a deep meaning