And then was when he got lost in the void. Not paying attention to the stimuli around him, just engrossed in his own self. Wonder if you could hear that song going through his head. Reading someone's mind would be so much fun. Its all so mysterious and unexplainable to a certain level, and quite vivid. He's finally broken when someone hits him at the right shoulder which was already in great amounts of pain. His eyes are weary, he shakes himself up and fiddles with his hair, cleans his spectacles and walks on. Nothing really matters for him anymore. He knows where he wants to go, and what he wants to do. Sometimes getting distracted, he feels unwanted in certain situations, but copes with it when he meets his true friends finally. The only reason Psychology seemed to be interesting was the fact that it involved understanding of human beings, the mind. Never did he knew that he would have to waste his time studying the scientefic facts about the brain and the parts of the brain, nervous system etc. He's satisfied with life, but not the surroundings. He sees haters everywhere, pitty's them to be really honest, but sometimes gets a homely feeling in an alien surrounding/situation.
First person never interested him as much as this does. He wants to work constantly on so much stuff, but is bound by the dutires that he needs to do. Fulfill your parents' dream, do not make them sad. After all, they just want you to live a comfortable life once they are gone. "If you get those kind of marks, we cant even put you in a capitation college," the mother says. Worried, she is scared about the future of her only child. She feels that he isnt working towards the dream she has for him. Oxford or Cambridge. Sounds so easy for them. And then there is the emotional blackmail, "If you want to be a composer, be my guest. Then dont waste the time of me and your father and get your name cut from school." At that moment, he just felt as if touching any musical instrument or listening to music was a sin. After he could take no more, he just wanted this feeling to go away. He resorted to listening to music which he would generally not like at that. But that suddenly made sense, and he went. "What the fuck? Theres nothing I cannot do." Again, words spoke to him. Push your care, push your burdens aside. Erase everything inside and leave just one thing on your mind. You only live once so just go fucking nuts! Like always, he was so confused. He was to avoid not doing something he cannot live without for sometime and just study? But again, he's waiting for that time when he would get to compose again. Make a new riff, record it. Post it on soundcloud. So what it is going to be after a month or so, people can wait. So can he.
Your vivid imagination makes you feel in some ways that you never thought you would have ever felt. And when you're given anxiety tests in school with questions like Do you feel you lack sex potency, you cant openly ask the teacher because the teacher is also not open to it. Then why the fucking question? What is the problem if people just want an answer to a basic question. Excuse me ma'am, what does this question mean? Does this question mean that im a pervert, or does this question mean that im just too scared and have no self confidence whatsoever? People need to grow up. Ironic. Grown up people need to grow up. And at the end of the day, he ends up writing an article on secularism. Quite a rare occasion. Writing about something else rather than his life and posting it online. The next day in school, he just wants to join the Global Warners Group who are running an anti-cracker campaign for diwali just to bunk periods. He also knows that he's going to burst crackers on diwali along with his neighbor and best friend. And well, there's nothing to back these actions up. Suchaparadoxicalsituation.
Everything is so cynical and fucked up. The inspector who accused Cheif Minister Narendra Modi of being involved in the Godhra Riots finally gets released. and all the media asks him is, "Sir how was your experience in jail?" I was shocked how he just kept his cool at that moment. Bloody hell. A person has been in jail for more than a week, gone through so much humiliation, and you're asking him how he's feeling? So many questions. His mind turns and twirls into a cintilating amount of rage. Hidden rage. It wont be long before he releases it. He is set on calming himself down, but it seems difficult. Music made him calm down, now that out of the equation - He is scared. He feels like getting high every now and then. He just wants to know how it feels like. Does it actually make you forget about everyfuckingthing and just relax? He just wants to feel different, elevate to a different level. Maybe he just wants to wander off to some remote place. Maybe the hills, or the mountains, or the sea. Animate-Inanimate. He wants to create a world of his own where both of these exist in a single form, not different from each other. He just wants to relax. He just needs a fucking break.
First person never interested him as much as this does. He wants to work constantly on so much stuff, but is bound by the dutires that he needs to do. Fulfill your parents' dream, do not make them sad. After all, they just want you to live a comfortable life once they are gone. "If you get those kind of marks, we cant even put you in a capitation college," the mother says. Worried, she is scared about the future of her only child. She feels that he isnt working towards the dream she has for him. Oxford or Cambridge.
Your vivid imagination makes you feel in some ways that you never thought you would have ever felt. And when you're given anxiety tests in school with questions like Do you feel you lack sex potency, you cant openly ask the teacher because the teacher is also not open to it. Then why the fucking question? What is the problem if people just want an answer to a basic question. Excuse me ma'am, what does this question mean? Does this question mean that im a pervert, or does this question mean that im just too scared and have no self confidence whatsoever? People need to grow up. Ironic. Grown up people need to grow up. And at the end of the day, he ends up writing an article on secularism. Quite a rare occasion. Writing about something else rather than his life and posting it online. The next day in school, he just wants to join the Global Warners Group who are running an anti-cracker campaign for diwali just to bunk periods. He also knows that he's going to burst crackers on diwali along with his neighbor and best friend. And well, there's nothing to back these actions up. Suchaparadoxicalsituation.
Everything is so cynical and fucked up. The inspector who accused Cheif Minister Narendra Modi of being involved in the Godhra Riots finally gets released. and all the media asks him is, "Sir how was your experience in jail?" I was shocked how he just kept his cool at that moment. Bloody hell. A person has been in jail for more than a week, gone through so much humiliation, and you're asking him how he's feeling? So many questions. His mind turns and twirls into a cintilating amount of rage. Hidden rage. It wont be long before he releases it. He is set on calming himself down, but it seems difficult. Music made him calm down, now that out of the equation - He is scared. He feels like getting high every now and then. He just wants to know how it feels like. Does it actually make you forget about everyfuckingthing and just relax? He just wants to feel different, elevate to a different level. Maybe he just wants to wander off to some remote place. Maybe the hills, or the mountains, or the sea. Animate-Inanimate. He wants to create a world of his own where both of these exist in a single form, not different from each other. He just wants to relax. He just needs a fucking break.
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