Friday, January 20, 2006

Unwell

This song is by a band called Matchbox 20. Its an amazing song very well sung. Try to listen to it when you get a chance.

ALL DAY
STARING AT THE CEILING MAKING
FRIENDS WITH SHADOWS ON MY WALL
ALL NIGHT
I'M HEARING VOICES TELLING ME
THAT I SHOULD GET SOME SLEEP
BECAUSE TOMORROW MIGHT BE GOOD
FOR SOMETHING

HOLD ON
I'M FEELING LIKE I'M HEADED FOR A
BREAKDOWN
I DON'T KNOW WHY

I'M NOT CRAZY I'M JUST A LITTLE UNWELL
I KNOW RIGHT NOW YOU CAN'T TELL
BUT STAY AWHILE AND MAYBE THEN YOU'LL SEE
A DIFFERENT SIDE OF ME
I'M NOT CRAZY I'M JUST A LITTLE IMPAIRED
I KNOW RIGHT NOW YOU DON'T CARE
BUT SOON ENOUGH YOU'RE GONNA THINK OF ME
AND HOW I USED TO BE

SEE ME
TALKING TO MYSELF IN PUBLIC
AND DODGING GLANCES ON THE TRAIN
I KNOW
I KNOW THEY'VE ALL BEEN TALKING 'BOUT ME
I CAN HEAR THEM WHISPER
AND IT MAKES ME THINK THERE MUST BE SOMETHING WRONG
WITH ME

OUT OF ALL THE HOURS THINKING
SOMEHOW
I'VE LOST MY MIND

TALKING IN MY SLEEP
PRETTY SOON THEY'LL COME TO GET ME
THEY'LL BE TAKING ME AWAY

Monday, January 16, 2006

I Shall think of you when tears are hard to comeby

Passion or the lack of it

How important is passion to ones life? I have been haunted by this question for quite some time. I have this nagging feeling that am not passionate about anything in life. I have this attitude of sab-kuch-chalta-hain which am not very sure if its a good attitude to have. When ever am haunted by this question I console myself saying that its just a matter of time before i discover my passion. But there is another side of me which asks me what if I don find my passion and it doesnt feel good when I confront such a question. I can always create a psuedo sense of passion like many other people but my code of life which I live by doesn allow me to do so. But I personally believe that being passionate about some thing is very important to celebrate ones existence, it could be anything, could be work, music, people or anything else. Its kinda gives meaning to your life, purpose to your life without which it would be a lie if I say I am alive. Without passion it feels like you are on a slippery ground with absolutely nothing to hold on. You might fall anytime and never be able to getup. These days I feel am not attached to anything in this world, I hardly feel any emotion, I am very quiet for larger periods of time and when I try to break the silence I feel that a part of me is had been detached and its mockin at my effort. I hope I find my footing soon before its too late.