Thursday, November 27, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Trust me there is a lot of shit u can cover under the word "HOBBY".....And the answer to this question depends upon whoz asking the Question. To me this question is most likely to be asked if you are in following circumstances:
- Hitting on a Chick in your class ( Chick!! Ive always found that word a lil derogatory)
- Attending the HR round for a Job (Though, i think its a thing of a past now. These days they just ask you "OK! Tell me something about yourself") OR
- If you have bowed down to your parental pressure and suddenly are finding yourself sitting right across a girl in a jam packed living room at some relatives place.
So your answers actually depends upon the situation u r into. But to tell u the truth your hobbies like any other socio-economic thing, too vary from city to city. Your "Hobby" will depend upon ur geographical location(socio) and the financial condition of your parents(hence, Economic)
As a child, I remember me going to my cousins in delhi and they would give me shit as "stamp collection" to "collecting currencies of diff country" to " reading" ....I swear to god ,i always thought they all were pyscho and needed medical attention....What was the fun in Peeling stamps from Inland letters and pasting them onto your multi-colored Scrapbook??? And Where was the fun in collection all those different shapes and coins?? I mean wats the use when u really cant spend them??? AND READING??? I always asked myself "When do they find time to read out-of-course books?" and on top of that who wants to buy Archies for 50 bucks??? Think of the minutes u can spend in a game parlor with those 50 bucks!!!Being a CONTRA commando who battles waves of enemies including humans, machines, mutants or Being MARIO , a pudgy plumber, thwarting the plans of King Bowser of kidnapping Princess Peach was DEFINITELY FUN!!! ....
OR maybe it was only me, Living in my own little world....
I mean for me hobby is something that makes u happy...something that u would like to do in your free time....no???
My Hobbies always kept changing (Depending ,again, upon the socio-economic factors of my family).I remember some of my hobbies..collecting BUS/RAILWAYS tkts,collecting-lottery-tkts,collecting water-stickers that served as a wrapper of Fuson chewing gum,collecting different colored caps of Thums-up,goldspot,pepsi and 7up. Now that was fun!!Cuz Once u have your own lil "Collection" you would call people to your house and flaunt it to them..COOL!!Or once u knew all the shortcuts of a Videogame, people from all Ages will come to you for help....imagine you being asked by a 10th grader to help him clear one level ...imagine the kind of popularity it gives you in your circle.
I wonder if anyone still is into all these things.....MAYBE...MAYBE NOT... or maybe these things still exist but since MY SOCIO-ECONOMIC conditions have changed im not able to see any of these around me anymore.
Friday, November 21, 2008
I still wonder why!!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Why do I lie? Most likely because I consider my life to be drab and seek to add notes of humor, absurdity, or cinematic panache to its humdrum circumstances. I often feel as though I am tendering my life in the form of a screenplay to an old-school, cigar-chomping Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer producer:
PRODUCER: I read your script, Davidson, and it stinks to high heaven. Nothing to sink your teeth into — where's the rising action, the falling action, the sultry love interest and saucy boudoir scenes? Your main character, he's a sap! A nervous Neddie! Make him a fighter pilot or a boxer or, goddamnit, a secret agent behind Kraut lines. Punchier, Davidson — give me PUNCHIER!
So I lie. I lie in my job , and I lie off the clock. The problem, as all inveterate liars know, is that invariably these lies catch up. This is especially true when it comes to relationships. Quite honestly, I've broken off more than one relationship due to an accumulation of falsehoods.
But I did lie compulsively and, instead of simply admitting I'd done so and trying to move on, fled relationships like a chicken-gutted soldier fleeing the battlefield, salting the earth behind me as I went.I'm like a raging alcoholic turned teetotaler. And as with a reformed alcoholic, I know that one lie, like one drink, leads to another and another and soon I'm claiming to share the bloodlines of Danish royalty or that I once wrestled a spotted snow leopard.
Nowadays I am a fastidious truth-teller, no matter how poor a light it casts me in.
Dont ask me what triggered this change and you wont hear no lies :)
Thursday, November 20, 2008
So i was thinking of the best songs that really pump u up. Well, following songs do help me do that extra bit, go the extra mile
- Lose yourself - Eminem
- Move Bitch -Ludacris
- Touch the Sky - Kanye West
- Till i Collapse - Eminem
- Eye of the Tiger- OST Rocky
- Hell Yeah - Rev Theory
- Welcome to the Jungle - Guns 'N' Roses
- Remember The Name -Fort Minor
- Blow me Away - Breaking Benjamin
- You cant take me - Bryan Adams
Stronger - Kanye West
Many Men - 50 Cent
Izzo/In the end - Linkin Park Feat. Jay-Z
We made it - Linkin Park Feat Busta Rhymes
Ironman - Black Sabbath
Hold on - Korn
Animals - Nickelback
Enter Sandman - Metallica
Elevation - U2
Aite fellas, time for me to Work now...
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Maybe i was spending too much time on these sites, maybe i was out of limelight (ask a LEO what that means) and wanted focus back on me or maybe my EX was stalking me on these sites(OOOO!!! this will tick something in someone's mind) .
So coming back to the point, i did committed a suicide and then aptly i wanted to leave a Suicide note but i dont want to mock anyone by writting fictional Suicide Notes cuz i think if any person is committing suicide he genuinely has problems and needs counselling(look whoz talking ;) ) . So i, as usual, googled for Suicide Notes and i must tell you some of them were really inspiring. Here are some of my favourites Suicide Notes or Excerpts or Quotes whatever you may wanna call it
Goodbye, my friend, goodbye
My love, you are in my heart.
It was preordained we should part
And be reunited by and by.
Goodbye: no handshake to endure.
Let's have no sadness -- furrowed brow.
There's nothing new in dying now
Though living is no newer.
Written in his own blood, and given to a friend the day before he hanged himself.~~ Sergei Esenin, Russian poet, d. Dec. 28, 1925
To my friends: My work is done. Why wait?
Suicide note.~~ George Eastman, inventor, d. March 14, 1932
Suicide is the most sincere form of self-criticism
It's better to burn out,Than to fade away.
Just as I shall select my ship when I am about to go on a voyage, or my house when I propose to take a residence, so shall I choose my death when I am about to depart from life.
Death is a punishment to some, to others a gift and to many a favour.
Let them think what they liked, but I didn't mean to drown myself. I meant to swim till I sank, but that's not the same thing.
And then the most thoughtfully written and ironically this is written by a legend. Kurt Cobain :)
Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile complain-ee. This note should be pretty easy to understand.
All the warnings from the punk rock 101 courses over the years, since my first introduction to the, shall we say, ethics involved with independence and the embracement of your community has proven to be very true. I haven't felt the excitement of listening to as well as creating music along with reading and writing for too many years now. I feel guity beyond words about these things.
For example when we're back stage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowds begins., it doesn't affect me the way in which it did for Freddie Mercury, who seemed to love, relish in the the love and adoration from the crowd which is something I totally admire and envy. The fact is, I can't fool you, any one of you. It simply isn't fair to you or me. The worst crime I can think of would be to rip people off by faking it and pretending as if I'm having 100% fun. Sometimes I feel as if I should have a punch-in time clock before I walk out on stage. I've tried everything within my power to appreciate it (and I do,God, believe me I do, but it's not enough). I appreciate the fact that I and we have affected and entertained a lot of people. It must be one of those narcissists who only appreciate things when they're gone. I'm too sensitive. I need to be slightly numb in order to regain the enthusiasms I once had as a child.
On our last 3 tours, I've had a much better appreciation for all the people I've known personally, and as fans of our music, but I still can't get over the frustration, the guilt and empathy I have for everyone. There's good in all of us and I think I simply love people too much, so much that it makes me feel too fucking sad. The sad little, sensitive, unappreciative, Pisces, Jesus man. Why don't you just enjoy it? I don't know!
I have a goddess of a wife who sweats ambition and empathy and a daughter who reminds me too much of what i used to be, full of love and joy, kissing every person she meets because everyone is good and will do her no harm. And that terrifies me to the point to where I can barely function. I can't stand the thought of Frances becoming the miserable, self-destructive, death rocker that I've become.
I have it good, very good, and I'm grateful, but since the age of seven, I've become hateful towards all humans in general. Only because it seems so easy for people to get along that have empathy. Only because I love and feel sorry for people too much I guess.
Thank you all from the pit of my burning, nauseous stomach for your letters and concern during the past years. I'm too much of an erratic, moody baby! I don't have the passion anymore, and so remember, it's better to burn out than to fade away.
Peace, love, empathy.
Frances and Courtney, I'll be at your alter.
Please keep going Courtney, for Frances.
For her life, which will be so much happier without me.
I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU!
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
Somebody told me that you should write for atleast one minute everyday. So here is my attempt to write for a minute. This wont accomplish much for me or make me the next "ADIGA" but atleast this will get this blog activated.