Who am I ? Just another run-of-the-mill face among the crowd of aimless rovers. Caught up in a war with words, laziness and studies - all three simultaneously. Pushing my way through this baffling maze of words , fighting laziness and abandoning my studies, for a while, I decide to talk about myself.
It ain't a blurb about me. It may turn out to be a soporific note. So, if you plan to read it further, I'm not to be blamed for it.
To begin with, I'm a complete melomaniac. I want music to be played endlessly in my life. I need music while I sleep, read, eat ; when I'm awake, excited, overjoyed, depressed, gloomy. Brief it, as long as I'm alive.
I feel unfortunate to not have been born in that amazing era of '60s. I never got to see Beatles or The Rolling Stones perform live. That wonderful age of The Flintstones and Bewitched. Perhaps its my dad's over exaggeration of things of his time that makes me feel so. But honestly, I feel so badly driven by his favorite song "Summer Wine" and the theme of "Come September".
But its completely cool, for I have a friend of mine who reminds me of a hippie. *Giggles*
Whenever I come across a good book, I feel blessed.
I like to be around soft-hearted people. I cant withstand hypocrisy, swaggering, boastfulness. Don't understand why do some people love to blow their own trumpet. Modesty is what I seek.
Wit and humor turns me on. Simplicity to me is divinity.
Harsh voices and abuses can be tolerated only when uttered by Eminem. Life is a beautiful thing. Don't waste it in unnecessary hatred. Love all. Trust your beloved ones. Be an optimist.
I can go on giving unasked advice, be a bonehead, bore my best friend. But I cant see my loved ones distressed and feel the urge to do whatever it takes to pacify them.
'Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder'. I completely second this statement.
I am rigid about my opinions, but emotions melt me.
I'l turn 20 in a couple of months, but even today I love to cuddle my stuff toys,
watch The Simpsons, play football with pebbles on road and preserve my priceless possessions, not letting others get their hands on them in a fear that they might harm them.
I like perfection. For instance, I cant see a single scratch on Ricky Martin's CDs which I've treasured since I was twelve. But then I'm a human, we all are. We all act foolish and dumb at times. So what! Screw you practicality.
Life isn't a fairy tale or a Cinderella story where a prince charming awaits us. :|
But I swear, the way Heath Ledger sings out aloud "Can't Take My Eyes Off You" and proclaims his love, if a guy does that for me I'l be taken at once. Or if he can sing "Let Me Sign" and give me the jitters, I'l fall for him undoubtedly.
So, you can very well understand the ardor of love I hold for music and people who sing. You don't have to be a brilliant singer. All you need is truth in your voice.
I love the days when I over exhaust myself doing something productive.
I am fond of windy days. They make me smile.
Pasta forms the staple diet of my family. I can feed on Chicken, Pepsi and Bournville for my entire life. Chocolate Ice Cream is my companion in solitude. I'm a gourmand.
You can never be happy unless you want to be.
A believer of true love and the fact that it happens only once in a lifetime.
I really enjoy writing. I know I'm no wordsmith. So, again I ask myself, "Who Am I"?
Maybe just another also-ran in this world of literature.
It ain't a blurb about me. It may turn out to be a soporific note. So, if you plan to read it further, I'm not to be blamed for it.
To begin with, I'm a complete melomaniac. I want music to be played endlessly in my life. I need music while I sleep, read, eat ; when I'm awake, excited, overjoyed, depressed, gloomy. Brief it, as long as I'm alive.
I feel unfortunate to not have been born in that amazing era of '60s. I never got to see Beatles or The Rolling Stones perform live. That wonderful age of The Flintstones and Bewitched. Perhaps its my dad's over exaggeration of things of his time that makes me feel so. But honestly, I feel so badly driven by his favorite song "Summer Wine" and the theme of "Come September".
But its completely cool, for I have a friend of mine who reminds me of a hippie. *Giggles*
Whenever I come across a good book, I feel blessed.
I like to be around soft-hearted people. I cant withstand hypocrisy, swaggering, boastfulness. Don't understand why do some people love to blow their own trumpet. Modesty is what I seek.
Wit and humor turns me on. Simplicity to me is divinity.
Harsh voices and abuses can be tolerated only when uttered by Eminem. Life is a beautiful thing. Don't waste it in unnecessary hatred. Love all. Trust your beloved ones. Be an optimist.
I can go on giving unasked advice, be a bonehead, bore my best friend. But I cant see my loved ones distressed and feel the urge to do whatever it takes to pacify them.
'Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder'. I completely second this statement.
I am rigid about my opinions, but emotions melt me.
I'l turn 20 in a couple of months, but even today I love to cuddle my stuff toys,
watch The Simpsons, play football with pebbles on road and preserve my priceless possessions, not letting others get their hands on them in a fear that they might harm them.
I like perfection. For instance, I cant see a single scratch on Ricky Martin's CDs which I've treasured since I was twelve. But then I'm a human, we all are. We all act foolish and dumb at times. So what! Screw you practicality.
Life isn't a fairy tale or a Cinderella story where a prince charming awaits us. :|
But I swear, the way Heath Ledger sings out aloud "Can't Take My Eyes Off You" and proclaims his love, if a guy does that for me I'l be taken at once. Or if he can sing "Let Me Sign" and give me the jitters, I'l fall for him undoubtedly.
So, you can very well understand the ardor of love I hold for music and people who sing. You don't have to be a brilliant singer. All you need is truth in your voice.
I love the days when I over exhaust myself doing something productive.
I am fond of windy days. They make me smile.
Pasta forms the staple diet of my family. I can feed on Chicken, Pepsi and Bournville for my entire life. Chocolate Ice Cream is my companion in solitude. I'm a gourmand.
You can never be happy unless you want to be.
I really enjoy writing. I know I'm no wordsmith. So, again I ask myself, "Who Am I"?
Maybe just another also-ran in this world of literature.
