On the edge of horizon

I think I can do anything, absolutely anything that a man has ever done or has desired to, with supreme ease and perfection. I can write a great post and manage a wonderful blog, I can. I can do wonders at my workplace by solving all problems in almost no time with greatest efficiency. I can listen to all good songs ever sung and watch all cult movies before next to next Olympics. I can also read some great books, at a swifter speed and a good understanding of what I read. I can also visit places, lot of them, national parks and wild centuries, mountains and beaches, Mizoram and Tripura, Kashmir, Jharkhand and Kerala.

I can exercise, physically and mentally, I can, for sure, crack better jokes. I can become a charmer and can make a lot more friends, and I can keep them. I can decide what I want to do with my life, sooner or later and on different time lengths, and then I can start working on those plans. I can definitely play better cricket, football and few other games.

I can control my anxiety, my anger and my restlessness. I can control in inherent sloth that I was born with. I can increase my typing speed to 80 wpm and accuracy to 98. I can get my weight down to 65Kgs. I can identify an idol and I can follow him/her. I can pick up a guitar and start a rock band. I can shave my head and grow beard. I can marry a girl of my parent’s choice and I can perform all the rituals of a grand Indian marriage. I can dress well and go to all the parties, clean shaved and with polished shoes.

I can earn millions and I can help the needy, I can teach the poor who can’t afford a pencil and I can start schools for such needy. I can also spread awareness about female infanticide. I can join a theatre group, and I can wander around doing street plays, in rains and dust. I can survive without luxuries, laundries and Levi’s. I can join jnu for a part time course. I can learn 5 European languages and 3 South American languages. I can sell salvation to firangis stuck in their materialistic mid life crises and take them for a ride. I can fuck many of them and I can also practice celibacy for the rest of my life.

I can be a better person, overall, I can define my limits and I can walk on the roads I want to. I can be a better son, brother, friend. I can sew up relations, I can be all I want to be, all I have ever wanted to.

Demystified I stand on the edge of the horizon,

My eyes are tired and the sun is waiting,

I take a step and the skies accept me,

I get all I want,

And I wake up to fall asleep forever!

 

Thanks postsecret

This is the end, beautiful friend!

This is the end

Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I’ll never look into your eyes…again

Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need…of some…stranger’s hand
In a…desperate land

Lost in a Roman…wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah

There’s danger on the edge of town
Ride the King’s highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby

Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake…he’s old, and his skin is cold

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

It hurts to set you free
But you’ll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die

This is the end.

-The Doors

What could be the muse, was it just the drugs, was it the woman, was it depression, was it the quest for meaning, was it the restlessness of his youth, the exuberance of the eternal source of power, was it some ‘chemical locha’ in his head, was it sheer exhalation from a timeless creative lunatic. Or, it was a hybrid of it all. James Douglas Morrison.

This is one of the most depressing songs I’ve ever heard. It will still play second string to heroin, which is the ultimate sedative or I should rather say a truck load of sedative injected in one go. I wouldn’t have become such a follower of his, if he had not been so drunk or high or whatever to write this particular piece of prose.

There isn’t much I feel like writing about this wonderful line of ‘code’, one can go over and over many times and read or listen to this song and feel tranquilized. What else, this is the end, beautiful friend. I hope the beautiful friend somehow gets to read this. This is the end!

Movies…..

Ah, finally I have seen some movies. In last month or so I have felt like college days, new movies new music, cricket, football everything is back. It’s spring time!!!

Mithya, Whats eating Gilbert Grape, Dead man’s shoes, Fantasia-2000, The squid and the whale, The blue umbrella and hopefully will see taxi driver and 10000 bc in next week.

Mithya, I always wanted to see that movie for its star cast, and i was not as disappointed as rest of my friends who saw it with me. They were laughing their asses out in the first half and still came out unsatisfied. It’s time I must agree that movie making isn’t an easy task, and even if it is, making people like it is absolutely one hell of a job. Anyways, it was a good movie, a 7.5 flick, all I din’t like about it was the quick ending. It was too sudden for me. As soon as the movie gets its pace, it ends. But still, a wonderful act.

What’s eating Gilbert Grape, I didn’t know that Leonardo was a child artist! And certainly one of the better ones. It’s one of those smooth, light-hearted, close to life movies where you can just sit and enjoy. Movies which will give you enough time and intensity to look at the cinematographical aspects, screenplay, emotions etc, reminded me of one of my all time favs garden state. Another 7.5 stuff. But all can say about Gilbert is Johnny Depp is Johnny Depp. Period

Dead man’s shoes, its all about revenge, crime, death and blood. Exactly the kind of stuff I don’t buy. And to add to my agony it carries the brit accent. After all this, I can just say, I loved it. Best of the lot that I have mentioned. See it, it’s my 8.5. Wonderful stuff wrapped in ninety minutes

Fantasia-2000, it’s Walt Disney, it’s animation, it’s music, it’s Mickey mouse and Donald duck, it’s childhood, it’s smiles, it’s Disneyland, it’s all that this world wants, its peace, its utopia, it’s Fantasia.

Blue umbrella deserves a post on its own, so that can be removed from the list. The squid and the whale, read it on IMDB.

Cheers!!!