Laura Branigan who shot to fame with her song 'Gloria' passed away on Thursday, 26 August 2004 of a brain aneurysm. I grew up listening to Laura's songs. 'Self Control' and 'How Am I Supposed To Live Without You' were some of my favourites. Read the official obituary. May her soul rest in peace.
That was all I had to offer. Offer to Phaedrus, the small black dog, who sat right infront of me. I was coming out of the dining room. He has been lingering around my hostel for quite sometime. I call him Phaedrus. Simply because, like the ghost of Phaedrus, he keeps watching me. Quitely.
I keep wondering what he wants from me.
Food, I don't think he needs any. He is well fed. Love, I haven't got any left to offer, so he is outta luck. Company, I wouldn't want any, so he better leave me alone. I keep wondering if he was trying to tell me something. Something I needed to know. Well! I don't think he is doing a good job of it. I hope he is not waiting for me to give him a message. I am not carrying any. He drives me insane making me think of all the possible things. He drives me to the point where I can think of nothing. Absolutely nothing. I just stand there, looking at him with nothing but vacant expressions to offer him.
July Morning Was listening to this song, early in the morning and it was truly relaxing. Sort of reflects what goes on in my mind, in your mind, all the time.
Sampler :
I was looking for love In the strangest places Wasn’t a stone That I left unturned Must have tried more Than a thousand faces But not one was aware Of the fire that burned
I am a warrior. I am home. I have come back from a war. I was told that I would not have to go back again. I would not have to lead men from the front. I would not have to see them die miserably. I would not have to weep at the sight of my best friends' decapped body. I would not have to spend my nights tending wounds. I would not have to lift a shield or slit a throat. Alas! I sit here bored trying to find out whatelse I could do. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I'm a waste. I'm good only at fighting. I'm good only at something I don't want to do. I can't tend vegetables in the field nor can I brew a stew. I can't sell a robe for a dime nor can I weild the square dice. I'm a waste.
I shall therefore, do what I can do the best. I like it or not. I shall go to war. I shall fear not any end. I shall follow and be followed. I shall protect and wound. I shall smite my foes with the greatest might. I shall smear my chest with their blood. I shall dance around their bodies in ecstasy. I shall invite applause for the great things I had done. I shall rise and I shall fall. But I shall never return. Atlast I shall be where I belong.
Thats exactly what I went through in my financial accounting class. Only the experience was a bit different. Imagine yourself jummaring up a cliff and all of a sudden you get this urge to let go of the rope. You do. You do let go of the rope and you are falling. Absolutely, silently except for the whiz of the air that's passing you by. You are looking up into the sky and you are imagining things. Streaks of life flash infront of your eyes. I thought of icecreams. Seconds pass by, but you feel that you are falling for eternity. The wait is painful. Thud ! ! And then there is the end.
Hard day ahead. Lots of work and so very less time...
My Coffee's getting cold,
I waited for too long,
Standing by the window,
I was staring at the mob.
My Coffee's getting cold,
I waited for too long,
Ever since the sun set,
I was gazing at the stars.
Had one of those interesting sessions by a guest lecturer. "Neuro Marketing". From the very first day I had this tinge of doubt that - what I read in books and what I hear from my professors mouth need not always be true. Today, it was proved right. He threw away existing theories and beliefs about marketing into the air. All that I learnt and all that I was given to believe was turned to ashes. He made me think again.
Change is inevitable. USPs are no longer your aces....
I would like to be a simple man with simple thoughts. However, in an attempt to evolve into a better person I try to find special meanings to simple events and in this process put my mind at ease. I think this is wrong. I have lost time and friends in search of that secure and emotionally fulfilling environment. Utopia cannot really be worth so much, can it?
Fell in love instantly with this beautiful lady and jotted down this thing below as she stood there before me. Ah! Ah! for obvious reasons the identity of the person shall remain a mystery.
Marshian gazes fill the room as she walks in. Dishevelled hair and pursed lips. A wooden bracelet adorning her fair arm. caressing her hair, it crowns her frown. Her voice, so tender, the call of a hundred doves, sent my mind into disarray and my heart soaring into oblivion.
She spoke of people and places, I could hear my blood's gushes. Captivated I was, in her trance. I sought no way out. Said she in a whisper, Heed to my command. I nodded, for now and eternity.
