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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................................................

Pictures

Just a few thoughts..

They say a picture says a thousand words. But pictures are more than just a thousand words. They are memories. Fragments, moments of life. They tell stories. They have a whole language of their own. They crystallize and capture moments on a canvas. They immortalize a feeling or a thought. A picture can bring tears to ones eyes and they can also make you laugh out loud. Looking at a picture, a photograph, can take you back to another time, another place. It preserves those tiny moments that make life worth living. The happy times with friends; the beauty of a sunset; the first rainfall; the special family outings; the goofy, silly poses....
Pictures-they are more than just colours on a paper, they are emotions, forever frozen in time, never to be forgotten.

Young love

The first two lines were written by Sameer.. I wrote the rest..

From the faded ink and torn papers
Reeks the smell of young love.
Brings back memories
Of innocent crushes
Passionate infatuation
Silly, juvenile poems
Silent declarations of love
Whispered promises of together forever.
And as the love faded away
Like the ink on a paper
It brought with it
Tears of longing
Crushing heartbreak
Experiences, lessons..
Young love, long forgotten,
But still remembered....