Late regret

A song I wrote just to give you a taste of the turbulance in my mind. It's dark and a direct contrast to the name and current theme of my blog,but what the heck! Enjoy!!
(P.S Requires patient reading)

Late regret
[rap]
Hell yeah, I was first betrayed,
by somebody whom I considered my last solace,
and when I went to him and asked for assistance,
he said no right in my tear stained face.
Then I knew him for the double crosser he was,
and so, I crushed his most beloved possession.
Blinded by pure hate and black blood lust,
I extracted my revenge in mad aggression.

After what I'd done, I’m sure he wouldn't let me be
and sure enough he's sent a hit man after me.

[chorus]
I think that I've wronged him,
I hope that I've not.
I need to get to the truth,
before I get shot.

I think that I've wronged,
I hope that I've not.
I need to get to the truth,
before I get shot.

[rap]
No, I'm not going to hide,
I'm just getting a breather outside.
I'll stand tall, show him for the man that I am,
gatecrash his haunt and bust his little scam.
I don't know how long I've got to live,
life is something nobody can give,
but it's something anyone can damn take,
but before I die, I want to realize my mistake.
Now I've gotta think, I've got no time to waste,
I have to make it, and be there post haste.
Did I really do all the things that I say?,
assuring myself I was doing things "my way"?

But no matter what he's done, till my very damned end
I swear by the gods, he'll still be…… my friend.

[chorus]
I think that I've wronged him,
I hope that I've not.
I need to get to the truth,
before I get shot.

I think that I've wronged,
I hope that I've not.
I need one straight answer,
before I get shot.

CARTOONS

One of the greatest influences in my life has been cartoons (third after books and friends).I mean both comic strips and the ones on TV (yes, I STILL watch them and will watch them even if I'm eighty).They are great entertainment,by far the best pass time and have played a commendable role in developing good vocabulary(so, show this to your parents when they tell you not to watch cartoons).They have probably every conceivable genre from humor to education to sci-fi thrillers.Some of them are even inspiring.So if you are sick and tired of reading for your boards (and actually have managed to read a reasonable quantity) then watch cartoons for 15 minutes (at the most,don't blame me if you become addicted).I have way too many favourites to even dare to start typing them.

Comic strips are even better.They are portable,small(as in less time consuming) and great fun.My favourites include Calvin and Hobbes(if you haven't heard of this you don't deserve to read),Asterix and Obelix, Garfield and Dennis the Menace. R.K Laxman is awesome but a tad boring sometimes( he makes political cartoons of INDIA, what can you expect :/).

For me,childhood = cartoons, and that's the greatest compliment I can give ^_^.

If: The best poem I have read

IF.....

IF you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!' If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, ' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch, if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son! - Rudyard Kipling ( copied from http://www.kipling.org.uk/poems_if.htm) I read this poem in 7th standard and ever since then I've been trying to make it the anthem of my life. I mean if you want a formula for everlasting success, it doesn't get better than this, and heck it rhymes too.It's obvious that Kipling has put his soul into writing this and the result can rival any song, poem or ballad.So, let's put our souls into doing what he says.I hope i never forget this poem.It's my absolute favourite and forever will be.

Fare thee well

I have chosen (unintentionally) a memorable (certainly to me) day to create a blog. Its farewell day or Graduation day as one might like to term it.This whole process of being specially treated for a few hours because we're (me and my class mates) going to leave soon, makes me feel exceptionally sad.I feel leaving school is that last act of finally severing all ties to childhood and frankly I've always visualized myself as a child or at least craved to relive those moments of the past.There are people who will laugh at me and say that I'm still a hatchling and should stop acting like I'm sixty or something but that's just how I feel, mentally at least.Anyway I must step ahead, move on and try (in vain) to not look back. But this phase also opens up new possibilities of new friends, new tastes and new life.I'll stop now with a few lines from a poem I wrote a year ago on this topic (and forgot about) because I can write pages together about my feelings and I don't intend to.


As I sit and gaze
at the falling rain,
I recollect memories
and sigh in pain.

memories of childhood,
that wonderful phase
of life that we
can never replace.

I remember with sick want
the innocent feeling,
in our little minds while
the world was still revealing.

I remember our hearts
young, sweet and care free
we never thought
in the lines of I, my and me.

And now as the sad life
goes on,I sigh in pain
and remember that glorious
life we can never regain.