Singsong Blues

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I wrote this in the tenth grade, a year back. I think I'll make it into a song too. It's just weird because it doesn't have a chorus; not to worry I'll put in guitar solos. Have fun reading. :)


Am I in love?
Or am I just confused...
Do I really care about her
Or are my screws loose?

Her eyes tell me she loves me
But her words beg to differ
And I do not know what to take
Or even what to infer...

She's crazy enough to talk of hate
And feelings, and the wild skies
But even though she looks so true
She sure is shrouded with lies

She thinks too much, as does she speak;
As abstract as a splatter of ink
She'll tell you to go screw yourself
And follow it up with a wink
(guitar solo)

She's filled with candor
And boy, is she plenty candid
And goddamned as hell, some skill she's got
Her words are pretty splendid

It's not that she's alone
She just likes introspection
And whether or not she's a great soul
Can't be seen in her reflection

But in her heart, she knows...
She's in need of someone else too
And even if he's standing right next to her
She'll just be feeling blue

And we'll be singing the singsong blues!
The singsong blues!
Till our voices are worn,
And strings are torn
And lives are forgotten...
(outro - guitar solo)

X-x-X
Tenth grade wasn't so bad then after all, was it? 3:)

P.S. The blogging rampage has officially begun. 


Goodbye Blue Sky

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  Hi.
  So apparently, I'm back for a while.
  Life's been sucky. I mean, yeah, beginning of eleventh grade + science; what else do you expect? :/
  Anyway, I passed the first term. Yay! 55.2% in all. The weird bit is, I scored EXACTLY 44 on 100 in each of Physics, Chemistry and Maths. Thank you for saving me, English. I was eternally indebted to you as it were, anyway.
  The skies around me just turned a darker shade. Goodbye Blue Sky. Hello Cruel World. 
  If you're a Floyd fan, you'd understand the references made in the line just above this one, but don't beat yourself if you don't. :)
  I'm learning a lot about people, how they work, how they function and whatnot. I'm not referring to the usual 'people' here. The average folk I know of, it's just the unconditionally incomprehensible ones that I'm learning about now, thanks to one of my better friends, and one of those rare people that actually deserve respect.
  Some people don't reply to my texts. Some people don't call me or talk to me. Some people teach me about confronting people and shy away when their turn comes. Some people I still love for no plausible reason. And some people just need to make true friends, or make their existing friends feel like they're pals; not everyone's a mind reader.
  And I'm a cheesy bitch.
  Sigh.
  Ohhhh-kay.
  I found the Matrix 5-subject notebook I wrote in in the ninth grade. A bunch of poems I still haven't posted lie there to be unearthed. Awesomeness.
 This is to officially announce I'll try as hard as I can to go on a blogging rampage. 
  And, oh!
  Check these out:

  Beauty pageant contestants answers to "should math be taught in school?'


 http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=294099480615744
 (I don't seem to be able to embed this into a video. It's pretty awesome though, you should TOTALLY watch it.)


  And then there's of course, Floyd. I've been listening to tons more bands lately, but it's just that, this video and this song... there's just something there that sticks. I don't know what it is, and I'll possibly never find out, but fuck it. To me, music's always welcome. 
  
  David Gilmour - Echoes (Part 1) - Remember that Night.


  (You'll know how fucking crazy this song is by the response of the audience when Richard Wright hits the first note.)


  
 Bubbye, then.
 'Til we meet next (hopefully for a blogging rampage).


 :)

Endless Linger

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Fleeting away,
Higher and higher,
Cloud to cloud;
Just one more look of inebriation.

Floating around,
Further, beyond,
High off the ground;
Drowned in pleas of desperation

You look at me, weary;
With puffy cheeks
And heavy, stone-like eyes...

I call to you,
But my voice subsides
In a million hides in your skin...

And I will slip away, sail afar,
Far from the seething reaches of your voice

And I won't be lingering...

In your hands, in your hair,
In your hard, heavy voice
I will no longer be there

From your heart, from your mind,
From the tips of your fingers,
I will be gone

I will steal away, vamoose
Recede like the wind

And all you'll feel is a breeze.

Breathe [Fiction 55]

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Open. Close.
Open. Close.

You bat your eyelids.
Once. Twice. Once, again.

Open. 

Your eyes lie awake, alert;
Your heart hammers inside you.

Close.

One deep breath inside.
A whirlpool of thoughts, washed away.

Your mind awakens;
Eyes at rest.

Your heart beats steadily now. 

Open.



X-x-X


15th Fiction 55

Literature Student

| Posted in | Posted on 11:35 PM

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  Science is not my cup of coffee. I'm saying that because I prefer tea anyway. Yes, I know I'm weird because I don't like coffee. But I shan't rant about science - one of the more avid readers of my blog threatened to stop reading it if I ever went about doing that again, so I 'shan't' - which also happens to be a reference to said avid blog reader.
  So yeah, everything's good. Not so good, but yeah, not so bad either. I'm fucking sick of listening to 'Eleventh's tough, eleventh's tough' and whatnot - I've spent almost half a year in eleventh, don't you think I'd have caught the drift?
  My physics teacher thinks I'm not the VMC kind of guy(and that I'm more creative, just so you know), my mum thinks I shouldn't have taken science up in the first, and my library teacher thinks I look like a literature student. And I am absolutely unsure of whether to take all of these comments in a good way or a bad way - because they could either be praising me or underestimating me by saying that. Whatever be the case, I'm pretty sure I don't really care who or what I resemble, I just know I'm fucking weird and I'd like to keep it at that.
  Anywho, did I mention that I won the first prize for Audio Editing in the recently hosted Computer Symposium called Code Wars at DPS, Vasant Kunj? I didn't, did I? So yeah, I won the first prize for Audio Editing. We were given all the sound files from a game called Pocket Tanks (yes, I've played it. Yes, it's freaking awesome) and we had to make a song using them. I made about a 36 second long sound clip in about 2 hours and very surprisingly, won. So, yeah, good enough for me. I'm going to be looking forward to kick more ass later. Oh hell, yeah! ^_^
  It saddens me, the fact that I haven't blogged in very long - but worry not, my beloved readers! The short story series with Remya is going great and we shall serve you people with a good deal of awesomeness VERY soon. And you guys are going to - and you can mark my words here - freaking love it! It'll be awesome. Very awesome. That's all I can reveal at the moment.
  Oh. Did I also mention the fact that I co-wrote a song with her? I didn't, did I? So yeah, I co-wrote a song with her. It's called Rain On A Sunny Day. We'll put up a video as soon as the exams are done. And boy can't I wait!
  Sigh. I've got to go study now - and do more things that would be of no relevance in my life later on.





  Ciao, folks.
  :)


  P.S. HOLY FUCKING COW SHIT I JUST FELT THE FUCKING GROUND TREMBLE UNDER MY FEET! AAAAAGH! You'll read about the earthquake in the newspapers tomorrow. 3:O

Godsend

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  Pink Floyd.
  You godsend. Just when I needed you the most.

  I wanted awesomeness in my ears. I wanted Pink Floyd. I needed Pink Floyd. But I didn't have internet.
  And so I found a DVD with all of PInk Floyd's songs in my CD cabinet, and I'd had it with me ever since October 2009. And till yesterday I hadn't run it, once.
 I believe in destiny, yes.
  So, yes. Life's been okay. I've been trying to study like an ass, and for the most part I'm succeeding; only at the 'ass' bit. It's fun, though. I don't hate it so much now. It's growing onto me.
 My internet isn't back yet. That bit is not growing onto me at all.
 Another thing that's growing onto me is Pink Floyd. And I really mean it; I listen to their 25 minute songs in one go without pausing them even once, and at one go. It's fun. It's fuuuu-uh-uuuuhn. Echoes, A Saucerful of Secrets, Atom Heart Mother, Shine On You Crazy Diamond (Parts I,II,III,IV,V and VI,VII,VIII,IX). And these are just the long ones. The last song mentioned is the trippiest song I've heard in a while; it trips me up every time I listen to it. Every. Single. Time.
 I'm planning on posting a lot of drafted stuff. I will, though, very soon.
 I've been talking to this friend of mine. And she's awesome. Bloody awesome. She'll make me awesome, too. And the very first step to attaining complete awesomeness, as suggested by her, is to 'stop hanging out with blondes random people, and start reading more novels.'
 Oh yuss. Shall do.
 On the reading list now: A Thousand Splendid Suns, by Khaled Hosseini. I'm absolutely certain it'll kick some major butt. So yeh - I shall go, and read it now.
 But I need to finish my Physics practical file first. Dangit. (>_<)

 Au revoir,
 Les peuples

 PS - I have no idea whether that is correct french or not.

Warriors

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We shall all die horrible deaths.
Our bodies will lie bare on the ground,
The earth mingling with our skin,
The soil wet with our sweat,
The dust trotting into our hair,
Our blood drying quick under the dry, harsh sun...

We shall be ignored
Like rabid dogs,
Screaming incessantly; vehemently
Our sacrifices shall be forgotten,
Our scars unhealed,
Our agony unheard,
Our blood unnoticed,
Our valour overlooked...

But we shall die,
Knowing fully well,
That we had not fought in vain.


X-x-X

Inconvenience Regretted

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 My internet hasn't been working for the majority of the past week, since the 12th. This just bloody sucks. I had three freaking holidays after that, and I didn't have internet; that's like having cake batter and no oven to cook. Sigh. Sadness. Inconvenience regretted. Anyway, I've been feeling better about myself lately. I won't go into details, but let's just say the VMC Safdarjung Centre is pretty life changing, and I mean it as literally as I possibly can. And yes, it doesn't have anything to do with girls. Nothing. At. All.
 Moving on, this week hasn't sucked as bad as all the other weeks before this; but then again, it's just another week. School's going pretty awesome. And, I've just had my very first experience of a guitar class, and not as a student. Awesome.
 Music's awesome, too. I've been playing guitar and writing songs and whatnot. It's always fun, doing all this. I'm pretty sure I'd love to do this for the rest of my life. I'm not implying in any way that the stage is my place to be, I'm just saying I friggin' love music.
 Writing's going well, too. I wrote this poem a few days back that I couldn't post because of the lousy internet. I shall be posting it today. And my internet's still not back yet, though. I'm using my dad's laptop, only because I've come back from 4 hours of classes and have 4 hours of classes tomorrow and 3 hours the day after.
 I'm getting closer to the seniors of this year, man. I don't know what I'll do when they're gone. It'll be sad. Really sad.
 I'd love to ramble more and more, about anything and everything, but I can't; I have a bunch of short stories to write and dozens of worksheets to finish, and of course the former is given more priority.
 I wish I knew what it was like to love. Not love music, or writing - because I do, and it freaking feels great - but a person. I wish I knew for certain it was love, and nothing else but love. Love isn't a function well defined is it?
 But that doesn't matter. I'm already acquainted to a different sort of love. And that love doesn't waiver, so I'm cool.
 Peace out, yo!
 |m| (-_-) |m|

An Unworthy Consolation

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It is said that soulmates are the split of one heart. In a world of 7 billion population, you can expect 7 soulmates, 7 split hearts.
Blogger Remya Raj and I took the concept of split hearts and put them into 6 different stories with the 7th one being a common link between all of them. Three of them will be written by her and the other three by me. The 7th one will be a joint effort. I hope you guys enjoy it. We explore the concept and present you with An Unworthy Consolation - the second installment to Soulmates or Lovers, written by me. The first installment is published here.
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An Unworthy Consolation

   I took a step inward. And then he was standing there alone, with a keyboard hanging from his right shoulder.
He looked at me, as if to ask why I’d moved away – his mouth on the verge of interrogating me, his eyes having already begun.
‘I’m sorry, man,’ I said to him, with the slightest hint of concern in my tone; like I was consoling both him and myself. ‘It’s the sinus. It’ll kick in again.’ He looked down at the ground and shuffled his feet, as the raindrops fell generously all over him – his jet black hair, his cheeks, his face – and on my keyboard that lay ensconced tightly in his arms.
I didn’t like the disappointed look on his face; it was akin to the look little puppies have when they’re sad. I never had a heart that was easy to melt, but that look of his always did the trick. Always. 
‘So,’ I began again, with more energy, hoping to lighten to mood. ‘Walk with me to my bus, willye?’
‘Sure,’ he replied, with a confident smile. He bowed down in front of me and rolled his hand twice, inviting me to begin walking. I was a bitch, yes – but such small acts never went unnoticed by me.
I giggled randomly and started walking next to him, as we strode towards my bus. I saw him look at me and then look down again, as the faintest sign of a blush appeared on his face. I could tell, the glimmer of happiness was back in his eyes. I was happy then; this was the side of me he knew – the crazy, bitchy, random side of me. And I wanted him to know just that.

As we walked to the bus, we talked about the usual stuff – studies, music, getting drunk out of our minds – and about how he’d never get to marry me because he wasn’t a Bengali like I was.
‘Ouch,’ he said. ‘Breaks my heart every time you say it.’ He never knew I could sense the truth behind the hurt that he feigned. I was so glad he didn’t.
‘You toh shut up,’ I said to him. ‘You have at least a dozen chicks waiting to get a taste of that Pahaadi tongue of yours!’
‘Arrey, but I don’t like any of them!’ And he blushed, again.
‘Shut up, you womanizing whore. You like all of them!’
‘Arrey, nahi…’ I could see how disapproving he was of what I was saying; his every stammer pointed towards only one direction.
‘See? You can’t even decide who you like. All you men are the same. Bloody assholes.’
‘Accha? So if I tell you now that I like you, what’ll you say?’ This conversation had taken place many a times, but never had it taken this course.
‘I’ll tell you to stop watching porn.’ He smacked his forehead with his palm, and nodded disapprovingly. I knew how to take care of this.
‘You women, who never believe…’
‘Of course we don’t believe losers like you.’ I didn’t want to be this harsh, but it was the only way. I continued, regardless. ‘Besides, you’re much too young! Much too young, bete!’
‘What? It’s just 2 years!’
‘For now, it is. If we ever have kids, they’ll call me ‘grandma’ instead of ‘mom’. See? That’s when it’ll get all weird!’ He laughed out loud then, but somewhere in his eyes, he was solemn.
‘What a crazy bitch you are.’ He handed my keyboard to me, without having fully recovered from the effect of laughing too much.
‘Save the lines for someone you’ll actually get into bed with.’ He laughed again, as I hopped onto the bus.
‘So… I’ll see you tomorrow, then?’
‘Yes! You’re totally awesome for carrying my keyboard till here! You rock!’
‘Sure. Anytime. Bub-bye, chick!’ He waved goodbye to me.
‘Bye-bye, Bitchyface!’ I waved back.

As he turned his face away, I could see what I hoped had never been. It was right there, in his eyes. I wish he could see in my eyes, even a fraction of what I saw in his. Truth is, I kind of had a thing for him too; but it wasn’t the kind that you could see in someone’s eyes. It was much too trivial, too shallow; and it had nothing to do with age. I was fickle, erratic, unsteady, while he was everything I was not – calm, composed, docile. He was just too bloody good with the keys, and I would never learn to trust myself with feeling unconditionally for him; nor would I ever forgive myself for breaking his heart, if it ever came to that.
I breathed a heavy sigh as I saw him walk away. I cared too much about him to hurt him like that; I didn’t deserve even to break his heart. I loved him, maybe – yes, maybe. But one thing was absolutely certain: he was just too bloody good with the keys. 
I placed the keyboard on my seat and stared out of the window.

X-x-X

Something To Remember - Open Day '11

| Posted in , , , , , , , , | Posted on 11:58 PM

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The ladies. And me. And my guitar.

  Howdy, people? Last week was crazy. This week's been too, so far.
  Last Saturday, on 23rd July, our school had its Open Day. Young kids' projects and charts, among a multitude of other things, were showcased. The students' parents came and saw what their kids had been doing, and... Hey, wait. That's just random shit. The musicians of the school got to play openly too, and that's what concerned me the most.
  We played and we played - and we played till we weren't allowed to anymore, because Open Day '11 was over. That was the worst part. It got over. If we weren't bound by time restrictions, we could've easily continued for an hour or two - even after playing for over an hour. 
  Up there in the picture, there's Nilanjana, Remya and me. These ladies, along with Gautami (who's also a chick) sang the vocals for Sweet Child O' Mine (because hey! Who the hell can sing like Axl?) and the literally harmonized the crap out of that song. It's so great having these chicks try so much for something the musicians can't really do much about - the vocals. They're awesome, they're awesome. And so was their rendition of Sweet Child O' Mine.
  The rest of the band's great too. There's this really sweet synergy between me and the bassist (Gandharva), and him and the drummer (Ehtesham/Ronit). Heck, the whole band is synergistic. Anish plays rhythm guitar, I play lead, and Atish plays keyboards (yes, plural. He's often playing two at a time); he also does the vocals for the chorus of Comfortably Numb, as does Gandharva, and I do the verse vocals (and yeah, Gandharva helps me there too, I'm not much of a singer).
  Nilanjana took a few of the pictures (except the ones she's in; I don't know who took those), and Remya clicked a bunch of photos too
 {For photo credits: [N] - Nilanjana; [R] - Remya}. 
 So yeah, we begun with Sweet Child O' Mine:

'Whoooaaa!!!' I can't sing that without my voice cracking. These chicks can. 

There's something just so bloody beautiful about singing with closed eyes.
  And then the little kiddos took over the stage and played medleys and everything with an orchestra and whatnot, so we head over to the foyer and practiced songs on our acoustic guitars.

We played, 'Wish You Were Here'
 [N]

And Remya sung with us...
 [N]

...As the whole band listened in
  And our guitars were perpendicular to each other...

Perpendicular.
[N]
 And then we took the stage for another set of songs, another set of melodies and emotions. Remya sung a few solo songs (Everything I Do, Wish You Were Here) and then we played a few songs too - some we were adept at, others improvised. We played Hotel California (I improvised a bit of the solo, I hadn't practiced it in eons), Slither, Enter Sandman, a few hindi songs - Socha Hai, Tum Ho Toh. There were also so many songs we couldn't play because of lack of time: The Trooper, Knocking On Heaven's Door, Volcano, Yellow... but that's okay; we made as much as we could of the time given to us.
 We were joined by Varidh and Utkarsh in Hotel California and Slither, and the latter sung I Have A Dream too, with an accompanying keyboardist.
 We had some radical amount of fun that day, an indecent amount of it in a certainly decent exposure. Even as we ended with our last song Comfortably Numb - yes, it was requested to be played again, just like Sweet Child O' Mine - we just knew we wouldn't possibly have anything of the sort ever in our life again. I could go on about how great it felt - how mind-numbing the songs felt, how great the solo was - but I wouldn't. Some things are better left unsaid. And what words don't express, pictures do. So this one's going to be me sharing what's imprinted on my mind - in a way you can see it too.


Playing Sweet Child O' Mine. Look at me having convulsions. So cool.
  
Ending Sweet Child O' Mine... 
[N]
Playing Hotel California... (singer: Varidh)
[N]
Gandharva and me doing the vocals for Comfortably Numb...
[R]
The Comfortably Numb guitar solo...
[R]

  And hey - it's not like we spent all our time playing (no, not that any of us would've had any issues against doing so) - and so here's a bunch of pictures where we're just acting how we usually act: random.


Nil. Rem.
Anish. Rem. Zoya(Uninformed Groupie).
[N]
Ehtesham. Nilanjana. Unidentified Paunch.
Atish. Ehtesham. Remya.
[N]
Flabbergasted Anish. Scrutinizing Rem.
[N]
Ehtesham.
[N]
Atish. Gandharva. Me.
[N]
Nil. Anish. Rem. (All Horny)
Zoya. (Not Horny)
Little Kid with Anish's Guitar. Ehtesham.
[N]
Anish (hiding, for some reason). Remya.
[N]
Nilanjana.
[R]
Rem. Me.
[N]
  That pretty much covers the whole of Open Day '11, unless you were there, of course; in which case it doesn't do so much as give a peek of what had actually happened. It is often said that we don't remember days, just moments, and so this is what it has been so far - moments. Just moments. Because that's all a picture can capture - a moment; the memory remains ours forever to relive.

X-x-X

SPECIAL EXTENDED FEATURETTE:
MEET THE BAND!
(And the featured vocalists!)

(!) Ehtesham Shareef (Drummer/Keyboardist - Sweet Child O' Mine)

[N]
[R]

(!!) Atish Majumdar (Keyboardist/Vocalist)

His hand. His keys.
[R]
[R]
(!!!) Anish Majumdar (Rhythm Guitarist)

[N]
Yeah... he's kind of like that...
[N]
(!V) Gandharva Sati (Bassist/Backing Vocalist)

[N]
[R]
(V) Ronit Roy (Drummer - Sweet Child O' Mine)

[N]
He tries not to look like this.
[N]

(V!) Srimanta Mitra (Lead Guitarist/Backing Vocals - Comfortably Numb)

[R]
[N]
Featured Vocalists!


(!) Remya Raj

[N]
(!!) Nilanjana Bhattacharjee

[R]
(!!!) Gautami Reddy

She's probably taller than both Nilanjana and Remya put together.
(!V) Utkarsh Srivastava

[R]
(V) Vidya Varidh

[R]

  That's just about it fellas! Hope you enjoyed looking at the pictures (and reading what is written, if you cared enough). And. Hope you like music - no matter what type, style, genre - and that somewhere, somehow, we're able to affect you with what we have to contribute. Here's me signing off again. 
  And oh, I'd like to end with this one picture Nilanjana took of me, because we're all as much retards as we are human - and it's just more apparent on some people than on others. And also because Nilanjana is a freaking great photographer.
  Here:

Thanks, sis.

 Adios, folks.
X-x-X
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