Monday, April 10, 2006

A song: Slow Dance

If you've arrived at this page from my Orkut profile, you probably would want to read the first post before you start with this one, which is the last one on this page. The following post is about an e-mail forward (the Amy Bruce kind), but this one really meant a little to me.. so here's a little song a dying girl wrote...


SLOW DANCE

Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,"Hi"
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last

When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.



Well, there's a lot I wish to convey, but words don't seem to help anymore...

Friday, March 24, 2006

Thought its about time I explained what I wrote so patiently...

I am the life that replaces the lie
The fire that burns in the eye
I'm a moment in a pic
In a flash I live, in a flash, die.
I'm the Momentary Lapse of Reason
And they're learning to fly
They're Frantic in my soothing arms
I'm the Catcher in the Rye.
I am the shades of Red, Black and White
I am the question 'Why'
I am Icarus, but not going to fall
'Coz I believe I can fly.

A very ordinary guy,

with ordinary throughts

and ordinary deeds.


The three verses above are nothing more than a collage of phrases from songs, mostly of Rock, and some books and similar stuff that mean a lot to me. I think it impossible for one to be able to describe himself accurately, at least, I don't consider myself capable. So, the best thing to do is to go about it in bits and pieces - I really believe in all these, and if you understand what these lines mean, I hope you will know a good deal 'bout me...

"You live it or lie it, You live it or lie it" shouts James Hetfield (St. Anger, by Metallica) in 'Frantic'. I guess he (at least, I) mean that life is meant to be lived to the fullest, and if you are not doing that, and making up (or genuinely producing) any excuses or reasons for doing so, you are lying. The rest of the verse refers to the momentary nature of man, including myself. Of course, each one is only temporary on Earth, but what I mean to emphasize here is that each moment we change, and we can't help it. The fire in the eye refers to the 'Red eye effect' that is very typical of photographs by amateurs.



The second verse describes some weird things I want in life. I found J.D. Salinger's "The Catcher in the Rye" a very moving book. The book contains references to an old poem, and I thought you might want to read through the poem at least:

Coming Through The Rye
by Robert Burns

Coming thro' the rye, poor body,
Coming thro' the rye,
She draiglet a' her petticoatie
Coming thro' the rye.

O, Jenny's a' wat, poor body;
Jenny's seldom dry;
She draiglet a' her petticoatie
Coming thro' the rye.

Gin a body meet a body
Coming thro' the rye,
Gin a body kiss a body -
Need a body cry?

Gin a body meet a body
Coming thro' the glen,
Gin a body kiss a body -
Need the warld ken?
...Scottish, in case it bothers you, and 'gin' is 'if'. A friend of mine told me, that all he wished to do was to be in a pool in the afternoon, with a chilled Pepsi in an umbrella's shade right beside it. Wonderful thought, but Holden Caulfield's idea of only catching children playing in the rye appealed a lot more to me. The other things I wish for in life is free flight, and an ability to bend, or ignore, reason completely for some time. I sometimes grow tired of how monotonically life compels me to become nothing more than taskmgr.exe, sorting my priorities, and always looking for objective factors to weigh things with. Learning to fly is one of my favourites by Pink Floyd, from The Momentary Lapse of Reason.
Red, Black and White... one of the most difficult feelings to put into words, but there is something about these three colours that tells me that no other colour is needed in life - these express all that there is in the material world. Though only hinted vaguely at it, I mean, by calling myself 'Why', that I am one person who challenges limits, who never gives up and never takes things for granted because they have been in place for long. The story of Icarus is probably known to all, and Kelly's I believe I can fly is one song that inspires me. You've not lost, until you accept it, and one who believes cannot lose. That's my belief, and a way of life.