Zephyr.....

 

                                           

                                                                                           -Jigar

I came across this absolutely wonderful song today, and its hard to get it off my lips. Some songs particularly move you way too much, and although there aren't much lyrics in this one, its laconic and strong emotions are conveyed, a song you can connect to the moment it strikes your eardrums.

After a dreaded month long wait, I finally got my renewed passport. Although the procedure to procure it has become reasonably trouble-free, the amount of time taken from the day of application of documents to receiving the passport(approximating to about a month and half) is quite annoying. Comparatively the LMV(Light motor vehicle/ car) license took way shorter duration. The driving test was literally a joke, I doubt the inspector even counted the number of people who had come for the test via the agency. Another classic example of corruption deep rooted in the government officials. I can almost remember vividly the conversation I overheard in which the inspector bluntly asked the agency guy for his "cut". I m sure many people know about this too, but people these days are not bothered and have blindly accepting corruption as a "way the world works". I guess just passing a JANPAL Bill won't do any good; implementing it would a huge task.

Its been ages since the new Harry Potter movie has released, and I can't do anything more than curse my luck for being in Surat, where the cinemas are only screening the movie in hindi..yes hindi...I remember watching the third spiderman movie in hindi and trust me it was awful. I just hope I get a chance to goto A'bad or Baroda sometime soon.

Ciao..

Its been a rather very long and lazy day. Given the fact that my "day" began at 1 in the afternoon, I was unusually lethargic to do anything; and given my circumstances, taking a day off could prove devastating for me.The lousy overclouded weather did not help either. But who the hell cares, I was too exhausted by the insomnia last night and decided to take the day off.  My plans to visit the library were ruined by the prospective rains, leaving me no choice but to while away my time with my playlist and a few ASIC books. I made sure I didn't strain myself;  the plausibility of a another headache is the least I was wanted. As time passes by, I don't know for what reason precisely, but I have started growing skeptical about my plans; whether I'll be able to make it or not. Its not that there s any kind of pressure on me, but I m just feeling so unsure about myself right now. I know all of this sounds crazy, given the fact that there many opportunities waiting for me, but i guess its just normal to have cold feet right before the anticipated moment. I pray things turn to be just fine and I live to tell the tale...

Its good to know that my friends have begun their new journey in the professional IT world. It was nice to hear from Gauti this morning. I wish him all the best in all his endeavors in life!

One of my friends, N.L., keeps asking me why I blog? Well here s her answer..I just want something in black and white to remind of the times when I have been down, about the struggle I've done and most importantly to remind myself of the wonderful people I have in my life. Life is a journey and its always good to maintain a log.

No better way to put it in words how i feel now....tomorrow shall be a new beginning!!!

This is not the end
This is not the beginning,
Just a voice like a riot
Rocking every revision
But you listen to the tone
And the violent rhythm
Though the words sound steady
Something empty's within 'em

We say Yeah!
With fists flying up in the air
Like we're holding onto something
That's invisible there,
'Cause we're living at the mercy of
The pain and the fear
Until we dead it, Forget it,
Let it all disappear.

Waiting for the end to come
Wishing I had strength to stand
This is not what I had planned
It's out of my control....

Flying at the speed of light
Thoughts were spinning in my head
So many things were left unsaid
It's hard to let you go...

I know what it takes to move on,
I know how it feels to lie,
All I wanna do
Is trade this life for something new
Holding on to what I haven't got

Sitting in an empty room
Trying to forget the past
This was never meant to last,
I wish it wasn't so...

I know what it takes to move on,
I know how it feels to lie,
All I wanna do
Is trade this life for something new
Holding on to what I haven't got

What was left when that fire was gone?
I thought it felt right but that right was wrong
All caught up in the eye of the storm
And trying to figure out what it's like moving on
And i don't even know what kind of things I've said
My mouth kept moving and my mind went dead
So, picking up the pieces, now where to begin?
The hardest part of ending Is starting again!!

All I wanna do
Is trade this life for something new
Holding on to what i haven't got...

This is not the end
This is not the beginning,
Just a voice like a riot
Rocking every revision
But you listen to the tone
And the violet rhythm
Though the words sound steady
Something empty's within 'em


We say Yeah!
With fists flying up in the air
Like we're holding onto something
That's invisible there,
'Cause we're living at the mercy of
The pain and the fear
Until we dead it, Forget it,
Let it all disappear

 

Well in response to one of my previous posts, one of my friends and critic A.S. said that I keep rambling about break ups and the agony associated with it. She suggested that for a change I write about something on the contrary, about how beautiful love is. Had she asked me to do it some 3 years back, I would have described it in the best way possible, but at this point of time, when going down memory lane would mean scraping unhealed wounds and putting myself through the plethora of pains and joys I have been through, I wouldn't dare venture knowingly into that direction. All relations leave back a trail of reminiscence, a bloody path which when retraced, takes you through the journey of grief, making it even more profound. Although time is the best healing factor, some wounds just don't heal, no matter how hard you try. And although there is no logic behind it, I have a feeling that I am blessed, for the wonderful parents I have, for the friends who stand by me through all ups and downs, for the fact that every time I'm depressed, I find some or the other reason to smile and keep going on.....