Pottormore is very interesting. I'm still waiting on an owl though.
This post is no where near complete, hopefully the owl will give me more matter on my head.
I sign off here.
Tuesday, 30 October 2012
Friday, 27 May 2011
This is a mess...
'When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace.' I heard. The words shine bright of brilliance. But that bright light that shines also made visible vast shadows around. The thought of Peace becomes so other-worldly. Unrealistic. Unachievable. A dream, only to be dreamed by 'believers'. Like heaven, only a bait for the one's afraid of reality.
And then, just like that, the thought of one existence in the world makes you forget the world itself, and then you experience true peace. Love. Bliss. Satisfaction. Feeling of being complete.
This also gives me another thought, it is so easy to forget something. So bloody easy. You don't need to take the thing you want to forget off your head, thats impossible. All you needs is a more dominating thought, something that'll stick in your mind more than what you want to forget.
When you succeed in doing so, you make a very important part of your life, a very important part of your past life and your new, dominating thought, is your present, and supposedly your future.
Future is the biggest player in time and existence. The baddest bitch in town. Every individual always spends most of his life thinking about what the future holds, what can go wrong and how can it be better. With billions of thinking minds and thumping hearts wondering the same, all Future does is dropping a teaser one per second(which becomes our present), and laughing at the billions of living and changing reactions.
Either that, or its giving us what we need. A look into whats coming by what we have every second. Warning us to react well enough and what will come will be good enough to bear through, or else experience the 'predicted'.
So, your future; is it really all fate, or is everything really in your own hands?
This is a mess...
...of thoughts, and they're all mine.
And then, just like that, the thought of one existence in the world makes you forget the world itself, and then you experience true peace. Love. Bliss. Satisfaction. Feeling of being complete.
This also gives me another thought, it is so easy to forget something. So bloody easy. You don't need to take the thing you want to forget off your head, thats impossible. All you needs is a more dominating thought, something that'll stick in your mind more than what you want to forget.
When you succeed in doing so, you make a very important part of your life, a very important part of your past life and your new, dominating thought, is your present, and supposedly your future.
Future is the biggest player in time and existence. The baddest bitch in town. Every individual always spends most of his life thinking about what the future holds, what can go wrong and how can it be better. With billions of thinking minds and thumping hearts wondering the same, all Future does is dropping a teaser one per second(which becomes our present), and laughing at the billions of living and changing reactions.
Either that, or its giving us what we need. A look into whats coming by what we have every second. Warning us to react well enough and what will come will be good enough to bear through, or else experience the 'predicted'.
So, your future; is it really all fate, or is everything really in your own hands?
This is a mess...
...of thoughts, and they're all mine.
Wednesday, 11 May 2011
Slipknot - Vermillion Pt. 2
Vermillion Pt. 2 : Slipknot
"She's a myth that I have to believe in,
all I need to make it real is one more reason."
all I need to make it real is one more reason."
"But I won't let this build up inside of me,
I won't let this build up inside of me."
That is what I was listening to while writing the previous one. The lyrics make me wonder. Check them out after you read the post.
Choices
With a bunch other of unfinished posts on my list, I decided to write this...
Everything one thinks comes into his own self sometime or the other. It eventually, directly or indirectly influences him someday, a day perhaps he would have forgotten about the old, tiny little thought sunken deep in his subconsciousness. Everything I think of moulds my inner self, giving it a touch of itself; which remains.
But all that remains is not always seen.
Every individual has random thoughts, thought he reaches unknowingly, like every intermediate destination one reaches while on a train (It is worth noticing. Really. Try monitoring your thoughts sometime. You'll be amazed.). It is how things work, sequentially.
And sometimes those thoughts are unwanted. One has them, but he doesn't want them. Thoughts about what was, thoughts about what could be, thoughts about what could go wrong. Everyone has their own version of Apocalypse they fear.
There are also thoughts about things one really wants to do, but "can't". Those are generally the destructive thoughts. The ones that make you want to kill your professor, break the face of the rival team followers, kick that annoying friend, or burn down the university. But you simply "can't" go out there brute force your way through things, can you? "Can't" or "Don't"?
Think about it. Everything IS possible. People DO kill others. They do burn down things they hate to rubble. Then why "can't" you? Its simply because you DECIDE you can't, and so you don't. There is a part of you that is you, and there's another part which isn't you. Everything, all the "good" and the "bad", is within you. It is ultimately what you decide to be, is what you become. You decide what is you and what is not. "An empty mind is the devil's workshop", so he is there somewhere inside you, working, making his best plans. But you decide to shut him down into a corner, keeping him far beyond the reach of the rest of you.
The unwanted thoughts are unwanted because you decide so. So you shut them down, push them away. What is good or bad? Its again a decision.
Conscience is a delusion. Its all you. What part of you you want to see yourself, what you want to hide. What you want to portray, what you want to perceive. They're all decisions you make for yourself. You are living by your own rules, and no one else's.
There are always choices at every point in life, and which one you decide to pick is what makes the difference.
'With a bunch other of unfinished posts on my list, I decided to write this...'
because I had a choice and I picked mine.
because I had a choice and I picked mine.
Saturday, 7 May 2011
Joe Satriani - Always With Me, Always With You (Live 2006)
Always with me, always with you - Joe Satriani
So, this is the song related to the last post. Its a live version. Sweet song. Says nothing, yet means so much.
The Very First
I was listening to the song "Always with me, Always with you"- Joe Satriani(what a man), and talking to a friend. Sick of being on Facebook all day long, I started using Twitter just a day back. And I was sharing this with her(the friend I was talking to : happy?), and she asks me, like always, 'what are you upto?'.
Wrong question. I am studying for an exam which is two days later. Coding. Been trying to read through it for days now, didn't work. And now, my ass is lit(well, figuratively).
'When do they get over, your exams?', she asked me next. WRONG question again! They go on for another month, and no we don't get enough holidays between papers. Its just that the course is amazing, the existence of the whole system is based on the facts and statistics of the number of people they are torturing in one go. All together. At leasts thats how I see it.
And then, she asks me 'You read right?'. Not anymore. One of the MANY things taken away from me. Or maybe it was all by choice. Either way, its gone. Not forever, it can always come back. But the damage done needs a huge buffer of time to refill. And time, THAT we never have.
Now when I said we, I was referring to the huge mass of students of engineering. Lot of them are in there by choice. Lots have started liking it over the years. Another bunch of them see it like the only option they have. And the rest, few left outs, me being one, think of what we were, what we are, and what we still can be, outside the shit-hole of a system.
Because engineering, its killing me everyday, bit by bit.
Ok, maybe that was a little too dramatic for some. But I guess the essence is conveyed.
So, what can I do then. What could I possibly make of all the frustration/anxiety/feeling of worthlessness? The answer: A bunch of things. I start watching, listening to all sorts of stuff. Take inspiration from so many things. The game, FIFA11:We are 11. Its been stuck in my head for ages, and I started playing football(soccer, if you're an American) for real. And I like it. That, followed by a bunch of significant insignificant things to make me feel better. Or at least distracted from the source.
What next? THIS. I decide I could write. Why should I write? I don't know. It could be fun.
What will I write? Something I'm good with. Something that could amuse me when if I was reading it. Something interesting. Just need to think of something.
And what could be more interesting than the 'thinking' itself. The series of thoughts that run in an individual's mind which leads them to making an action, or taking a decision. And the sources that induce the thought can be just as interesting as the thought itself, if not more.
The human brain is the weirdest, craziest thing there is. It sees, it thinks, it feels, it decides. And exploring the what and how will be quite an adventure, don't you think?
Wrong question. I am studying for an exam which is two days later. Coding. Been trying to read through it for days now, didn't work. And now, my ass is lit(well, figuratively).
'When do they get over, your exams?', she asked me next. WRONG question again! They go on for another month, and no we don't get enough holidays between papers. Its just that the course is amazing, the existence of the whole system is based on the facts and statistics of the number of people they are torturing in one go. All together. At leasts thats how I see it.
And then, she asks me 'You read right?'. Not anymore. One of the MANY things taken away from me. Or maybe it was all by choice. Either way, its gone. Not forever, it can always come back. But the damage done needs a huge buffer of time to refill. And time, THAT we never have.
Now when I said we, I was referring to the huge mass of students of engineering. Lot of them are in there by choice. Lots have started liking it over the years. Another bunch of them see it like the only option they have. And the rest, few left outs, me being one, think of what we were, what we are, and what we still can be, outside the shit-hole of a system.
Because engineering, its killing me everyday, bit by bit.
Ok, maybe that was a little too dramatic for some. But I guess the essence is conveyed.
So, what can I do then. What could I possibly make of all the frustration/anxiety/feeling of worthlessness? The answer: A bunch of things. I start watching, listening to all sorts of stuff. Take inspiration from so many things. The game, FIFA11:We are 11. Its been stuck in my head for ages, and I started playing football(soccer, if you're an American) for real. And I like it. That, followed by a bunch of significant insignificant things to make me feel better. Or at least distracted from the source.
What next? THIS. I decide I could write. Why should I write? I don't know. It could be fun.
What will I write? Something I'm good with. Something that could amuse me when if I was reading it. Something interesting. Just need to think of something.
And what could be more interesting than the 'thinking' itself. The series of thoughts that run in an individual's mind which leads them to making an action, or taking a decision. And the sources that induce the thought can be just as interesting as the thought itself, if not more.
The human brain is the weirdest, craziest thing there is. It sees, it thinks, it feels, it decides. And exploring the what and how will be quite an adventure, don't you think?
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