A Compatritive Study

I thought I'd do a little comparative study of two types of 'Problems' and their respective 'Treatments'. I prefer One to the other. Guess which one and Win A Prize!


Diagnoses X By Orthopedist:
Great Muscular Pain and Possible Shifting of Disc in Back.

Diagnoses Y By Astrologer:
Negative Thinking, Bad Health Stuff and Being A Pain To My Mom By The Astrologer.

Treatment X : Bed Rest.

Treatment Y : A Little 'Moti' Round My Neck

Recovery Time for Treatment X : 1-2 Weeks and then Another Week of not exercising.

Recovery Time for Treatment Y : Effects will be seen in two to three Days.

Tests Involved for X : MRI, EKG and one more thing that involved me getting Shocked.

Tests Involved for Y : Some 'Kundli' and Star-chart Analysis.

Total Cost Of X : Rs.35,000 (Thank GOD For Medical Insurance!)

Total Cost Of Y : Rs.0 (But it seems that I'll have to give the astrologer a % of the money I make when I grow up. Which, as it seems, there will be a lot of.)

Click!!!!

I've been been able to do this before! I don't know how much sense it'll make but hey! I did it! All credit goes to my friend Akshata though!!!

A:
DUDE!
It happened!
After so motherfucking long!!!
Things Clicked!!!
Things clicked man!
You know....
Once in a thousand years...
Nay, In a billion years...
It happens. Things click, everything from the recent past joins in together and it fills up the cup.
Man!
Listen to I become I!
And No!
It isn't pleasure...
It's bitter sweet...
Very...
It's all uncertain and it's scary!
But things clicked!
It's VERY Lovely!
Beautiful!

Ak:
like what?

A:
Like...
Like a fist fight!
Like Fate!
Like a song when you really really need one!
It flows through you and you don't even realize cause you're too busy grooving to the beat...
Then, before you realize it, it glows to the beat right through you're veins...
Sometimes blue, sometimes green, sometimes red...
Any colour and every colour...
You stop caring about it all...
You're not even in yourself anymore.
You're outside...
And you're floating away from yourself...
You realize that you can't see the future. It's uncertain and it's scary. The ground you're grooving on presently is shaky,.
But you don't care about yourself anymore.
You're too taken by the beauty of the situation.
All those things that mattered once become minute. They become negligible.
You feel like as long as the beat keeps playing you can stay where you are
Suspended between then and now.
Between real and unreal.
Fact and fiction. Possible and impossible.
And your body's still grooving.
You're body doesn't stop grooving to that beat.
The music keeps playing!!!
As you float away you realize the past!
And you see how it's all been building up to this.
Every minute event has been leading to this one event,.
Not just events with slight connections, no! Major connections!!!
All the while you can feel your body grooving. And I swear to the lord above that that's the best god damn feeling in the world!
And then...
there you are...
With a smile that refuses to wear off.
Unafraid and full of joy!
So connected to the divine!
Until finally...
Slowly, and peacefully...
The music fades away...
And you slip back in.
You're back home.
A small smile on your face tells of what has just happens but other than that...
Nothing!
And all you can say to your friends after it all is Nothing... Nothing at All...


Thank You Akshata! If I hadn’t been chatting with you, I wouldn’t have been able to put it all into words!

Middle of the night...

I'm watching movies, writing, reading and composing in the middle of the night. I'm drinking back coffee with just sugar inside and I'm breathing in passive smoke from my neighbor that secretly smokes every night. I'm working on a dream. I'm finishing past projects. I'm making progress. I'm working real hard and I'm feeling real good. Well... At least while I work...
Otherwise...
Well otherwise I just end up feeling like shit...
Ha! Funny...
Life's funny that way. At least for me...

Frustration

It's funny how you get irritated man. How frustration sets in. Why it sets in. It feels like it's a different reason every friggin time...
Situations change...
Hmmm...
Or do they?
Naah...
They don't! No seriously... They don't.

I mean just think about it. The similarities between our problems back then and our problems right now are so simple and evident. The scary math test in 1st grade is the scary math test in 8th or 10th or 11th grade. Yes, addition's been replaced with trigonometry. But it's still the same situation. The 10th grade boards are as tough as the 12th grade boards and even though you think that your 5th grade social sciences portion was easy when you look back today, it wasn't back then. It was as challenging to you then as this year's portion is now.

And it doesn't just work with education. You would argue about which superhero is the strongest. Well now it's football players or actors or politicians or musicians isn't it? Your parents were always over-protective of you, but you didn't really realize it and start hating it till you were older. The situations are, in a certain way, the same. It's just the way we react to them that changes.

Boys scrape their knees and cry but Men do not. Our parents and older relatives had the WWII, The Independence Struggle and Y2K to worry about. We have Terrorism and Global Warming. We've both faced potentially world-ending problems and how we act now will determine the outcome.

In a way, not even 'how much' is wrong with life changes. Just that different things become a bother. It comes with maturity. Comes with growth. One goes from being upset because they do not understand the nature of something to being upset because they do not accept it. The problems are, in some sense, the same.

So what do you do? How do you take care of this oh-so-unchangeable way of the world?

Nothing!
No point in trying to change it now is there? Just go with the flow, just take every issue as it comes.

You sure as hell can't decide the cards you're dealt, but how you play them is totally up to you...

Randomity

So I just got the new PC a few days ago...
And I got FL studio on it as well...
What happens if I can't sleep and I have that combination in my room?

Well here it is...

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=WWLHANBZ

Best day EVER!

Been studying for SAT lately...
A hopeless effort really...
Still screwing up a lot of stuff...
So I've been all stressed and shit bec of SAT man... And it wasn't really getting any better. But today, it did.
Got up Aram se... Slept in till 9AM. Not much, I know, but it felt really good...
Anyway, I got up and went back to bed... Then got up and had a nice conversation...
Had breakfast and then watched Afro Samurai on my Pc...
Did a SAT paper and then did some SAT vocab...

The day was progressing decently...
But Then It go Better!
Met an old friend you know!
Though pissing off, the encounter, for the most part, was a positive one...
So since exams are starting this week in college and in SAT classes, It's gonna be hell...
I told Ma that I needed something to help me relieve stress, a computer game...
She understood this poor fat guy's plight and so she agreed.
So...
We went to crossword to pick it up...
The plan was to go to crossword, pick up the cd, got to meet my Buddy Meet at Bhatia Hospital to meet his uncle (The lift in his building fell 5 floor with his uncle in it, ouch? Most definitely.) and then go play pool but since Aum Bhai cancled I was just gonna go back home.
But!
Fate had other plans!
I went to Crossword and they didn't have anything good...
So post-hospital visit, Meet and I went over to Rythm House at Kala Ghoda to buy something, found Dragon Age Origins picked it up (Even though Falak was gonna give me a copy the "Save Game Development Studios" Guy inside me rose up and made me buy it)...
Then I had an Idea...
Called up Aum Bhai and told him to come for dinner...
Went to Cafe Samovar (In Jehangir Art Gallery, Ah! Memories of Omlet and Tea with Azad!) but it was closed. Went to Ayubs but it was closed...
So Meet and I started roaming about. Went yahan wahan and ended up in 'Khao Galli' near the Income Tax Office. Ate a Jumbo King there...
Then we went to Stadium Restaurant where Meet had Some Egg Bhurji. I had a little of course... Then we were off to Tea Centre next door. Had some fantastic tea and then went to Spice rush across the street for dinner with Aum Bhai...
Now I had picked up the Jack Johnson En Concert at Rythm House and since there was no Music playing at Spice Rush I asked them to play it...
Dinner with most of the guys with Jack Johnson Live! Wah! Dude! I'm telling you! Nothing like That to get you nice and chilled!
Then we walked to marine drive and chilled for a bit... I put on the old "Aakash Baba" speech for the guys...
Watched a random street performer who was way better than most of the guys on the big AND little screen today...
Walked till after the Metro wala bridge...
Jumped Aum Bhai and Tackled him to the ground...
Yes, it was on of the highlights...
Finally, while coming home I got a free Vada from the hawker near Shripati...
Dude...
Best Day EVER!!!


PS: Sorry for the hoch-poch-ness! Wrote it all in bits and pieces...

Simple Translations...

The following is something I ended up writing in Hindi...
But I don't really know how to type in Hindi on a computer...
So this is kind of a rough translation...
Though I must say that that no matter how hard I try, the richness of Hindi can't be duplicated in English...
At least by me...

So what's the difference? You know... The difference between the two of us... Between you and I. What makes us so different? I mean... Look at you... You're phenomenal. And it's so evident. The way the words flow out of you... The way you're able to push through the bullshit come up with something so raw and fantastic without the least bit of effort...
Or at least that's how you make it seem. But I'm pretty sure that that's the way it is. Isn't it? I was just reading something you wrote the other day and I honestly can't believe how effortlessly you do it. I mean... Think about it...

It's like we're on opposite sides of some weird sort of scale.

One one end, you stand there, not above the rest of us, no. That isn't you. But on a different plane altogether. A messiah of sorts. Leading the way and showing us light were there is none. Often, with those excellently placed (music)notes you pick us all up a little. But just enough to leave a bit of us on the ground. Gently letting us down a little later so as to remind us that we're all just the same. To remind us that we're human. To keep us humble.

On the other end, I stand in the middle of oh so much. Confused but not disheartened at the situation I'm in. An ocean of thoughts and words and notes and sounds inside me all yearning to be let out. But where you prevail so flawlessly, I trip and stumble horribly! It's a battle to give physical form to the impulses inside me. A resistance of sorts holds me back. Makes it difficult for me to express them. Often, when I am successful in creating some sort of output it is often distorted and changed due to that resistance.

You stand there and smile as I tell you this, mainly because you know what I'm going through. In all probability, it is because you've been through the same. But maybe it's because you find it amusing that someone could actually have so much trouble in getting something that is so natural to you done.

*Sigh*
But what can I do? What is, is.

What helped you get through it?
What helped you break through and break free from it all? Maybe it's the fact that you've been at it for much longer than I have. But for some reason I find that argument unacceptable. I don't know why. But my gut tells me that it has nothing to do with how long you've been around. It has lots to do about how deep you've gotten within yourself. How much of yourself you've uncovered.

Something tells me that there's a lot more in us all... And that the deeper we'll go, the more we'll realize how connected to it all we are. To the stars and the moon and the clouds and the trees. To each other and to ourselves. Just imagine...
On a subconscious level, we're all connected. And those connections, from what I gather, are those notes and sounds and words. Yes! Your notes and your sounds and your words!

If you can see them, then why can't I? Don't get me wrong, I know that they're there. But I just can't see them. And even if I do manage to do so, will I really be able to bring it through to the outside world? To this physical realm? I really don't know...

And so till I do know, I shall simply have to do with what you see. What you give out to the world. What you make Good Sir. Whatever you make.