Realisations

I realised something.
I am not the one who's drowning
I am not surrounded by darkness
I don't need a helping hand
I don't need warm brown eyes
I don't need the promises

I am somebody's helping hand
I'm somebody's warm brown eyes
I'm somebody's promise
I'm somebody's support
I'm someone's light at the end of the tunnel
I'm someone's silver lining

And that makes me happy.
To know that I finally mean something to someone
Even though it isn't much
I mean SOMETHING

It's not my place in the puzzle
And it's not my notes holding the symphony together
And it's not my colours making the picture

But its a place till I find a more permanent one
My notes are holding a tune together
And they are making someone's picture

It heartens me that I can be this person
This shoulder,
This support
It gives me hope that I can give someone hope
And it makes me happy that I can make someone happy

As I say goodbye today

I wrote this poem a long time back as a farewell poem for my friends. I meant to put it up when I wrote it but I just never got around to it. It's very normal but it says what I was thinking.

As I say goodbye today
I look back on all the happy times we have had
We shared a lot of laughs
I smile when I remember the goofiness
And all the silly jokes
I wonder if the distance will weaken
The bridges we have built between our hearts
So many fond memories...
The sleepovers we had
The movies we watched
All the gossip
The silly arguments
The secrets we shared.
I close my eyes
And I can still see all the places we used to go to
And all the time we used to waste
I flip through the pictures we took
And I realize that leaving
Is going to be very hard
Every picture
Every memory
Every bad joke
Every random thought
Is going to remain etched on my heart and mind..
I’m preparing to step out into the world
And I will miss the support
That I knew was always there
I will always remember the sound of your laughter
And hope that time and distance
Will not affect the beautiful friendship we shared...
I know that as I grow older
The pictures may fade
And so might the memories
But the love
Will never be erased,
Never diminish
And never disappear...
Goodbye dear friend..
And thank you for everything..

Blah

Man is a desperate creature.
Desperate for attention
Desperate for social contact
Desperate for love
Desperate for acceptance
Desperate for survival
Desperate for anonymity

Music

These are just a few thoughts I had. The lines are cliched and have all been used before, but still.

Music transcends generations, places and languages. It has a language of its own. It can be uplifting or depressing; it can be cruel or romantic; it can be humorous or sad. It can take you with it to a place far away. It can show you people you have never seen. It can tell you tales; it can guide you; it can mislead you. It is love; it is loss; it is pain; it is sorrow. It is about yesterday; it is about today; it is about tomorrow.

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Again a lot of mixed random thoughts. So many things I want to say, no right words and no right way to say them.

There are so many thoughts going through my head. An idea emerges but before I can hold on to it and get it down properly on paper, it vanishes.
So many different people, so many different viewpoints..... Life has changed and I know that in some way, I have changed too. I hold to my viewpoints more fiercely but I am more open to what others think too.
Lessons, experiences, oppurtunities.....
I think more and analyse things too. Would something I say make a difference? Is embarassing myself worth making new friends, making people laugh? Being known as a goofball, always laughing around, loud - I wonder if that is who I am.... But then I answer my own question, that is definitely who i am now. It might not be who I was before, but now.... I like the way I am.
Then again, so much talent, it scares me. I feel inadequate, worthless and very very tiny. I always knew that whatever I was good at, someone would always be better. But actually seeing it happen while I just sat there, lost, was hard. I felt like some sort of a traitor saying I was good at something and then seeing how dedicated someone else was. Seeing someone who loved and enjoyed what they were doing while forgetting everything else, made me feel like I had absolutely no right whatsoever to claim I was good at something.
Well, I'm open to more experiences now and though sometimes I get extremely nervous I think I should just go for it.

People are never who they seem to be. There is always a hidden agenda or thoughts they wouldn't share. Your thoughts are your most private, most personal things. Things which you choose to share with the people you want to share them with.

It's good to meet new people. To hear stories and share moments with people you haven't met before. To create new moments, new memories, new stories. Every new person you meet is a clean slate. Someone you can start anew with. Who doesn't know who you are, why you are the way you are. But then comes the question, do you really behave the same way with everyone you meet or talk to? There is always a bit of embellishment. You might laugh at a joke you would otherwise scoff at. Or eat something you would never otherwise touch. Or listen to a song you always thought was bad. Cursory changes to the outer you no doubt, but the person inside, the core is still the same.

Anyway, getting back to what I began with, people are never who they seem to be. If you can embellish, so can everyone else.

Money money money, it's a rich man's world..

The power of green..... The world always has, still does and always will revolve around money. It DOES make the world go round. A very intelligent person wrote, "Whoever said money can't buy happiness, doesn't know where to shop." Those who ask us to choose between money and satisfaction need to rethink their question because money IS satisfaction. You need money for everything. To have fun, to study, to SURVIVE.

In today's day and age it doesn't matter how you get it; what matters is that you have it. Especially in a country like India, money is POWER. Politicians give a tiny rat's arse about what is happening to the nation, they want money. Teachers give a damn about what's happening to their students because they aren't getting paid to care and actually, why should they.

I wonder whether I should lament the fact that every bloody thing today is run by that green piece of paper or prepare myself to dive in and grab whatever I can. People slog every minute of every day, only so that they can collect and hoard. And I must say, that is what has to be done today.

Money is God and money is the Devil. It can buy ecstasy and it can bring pain. It can build mighty towers and shatter relationships.

Money runs the world................................................