Music for the ears

Beautiful song-soothing music... melancholy lyrics... a must hear

I won't shiver in the cold
I won't let the shadows take their toll
I won't cover my head in the dark
And I won't forget you when we part
Collapse the Light Into Earth
I won't heal given time
I won't try to change your mind
I won't feel better in the cold light of day
But I wouldn't stop you if you wanted to stay
Collapse the Light Into Earth
- Porcupine Tree Collapse The Light Into Earth

Rudderless Ship

There are times when you feel like nothing is in your control. Its like a divine conspiracy against you. Best laid plans get screwed. The agitated ocean of life renders your ship rudderless. You are tossed & churned in the angry waters, sucked into the eye of the storm.

What does one do in such a case? Keep trying to hold on to the wheel, making desperate attempts to stick to the course that was charted? Stand firm at the helm & try to take the storms head on, hoping against hope to emerge victorious against nature's fury? Or simply realize the enormous, unrivalled power of the storm, take shelter, hold on & wait for the waters to calm down
before setting sail once again?

When the path you were travelling along seems hazy, do you stick to that path, submitting to a blind hope that it would lead you to the very end you had in mind? Or do you start looking out for alternate paths, where every further step is crystal clear?

Life's a bitch

Life's a bitch.

Yeah... Its actually like being in an ocean. You might enjoy months & months of uninterrupted, blissful sailing. Those would be the phases when you could do nothing wrong. Anywhere you turned would be virgin treasure islands waiting to be discovered, owned. Anything you touched
would turn to gold. It would be like this perfect contraption, working with clockwork precision. And then, tempest...

Insomniac, Inc.

Of late, late nights have metamorphosed into really really late nights. in fact, such a late late, that i believe even "late nights" is an insufficient description now. A misnomer. A better concept would be early mornings. Really early ones. I would have never dreamt that id be greeting the break of dawn so often. So often, in fact, that i mustv forgotten how to sleep at night, at a stretch. academic rigour? naah... beating deadlines would be a more suitable term. but of course, i am not passing the buck for my wayward lifestyle to my meticulous & highly demanding professors. More likely, its a kinda inertia. A laziness so extreme that i dont even make the effort to sleep. So it doesnt happen unless and until an acute attack occurs, & i drop dead right in the middle of whatever i was upto (which could be: readin, watchin sitcoms or hatchin a crazy plot with my equally crazy roomie).

Sigh. i guess id be an amazing night shift call center worker. Or probably im meant for an onsite amrikan job, & my body has already adapted to it in anticipation. Or i probably represent a mutant minority of the human species who have evolved into sleepless, restless, hyper active alchoholic beings. Blah.