You are just an ordinary man in a cape!

Two down, three to go. Yes, papers.
So since Nadal won and Schiavone lost, my exams have .. kinda got ignored. Exam toh hote rehte hain, right? Actually, French Opens bhi hote rehte hain, but let me not see you thinking that. Not that I can 'see' you thinking that, or even see you, for that matter, but whaaa I'm babbling.

So I saw this survey on the net about which superhero people want to be. So I got thinking. I think I want to be Batman. Reasons?

1. He's the only superhero I like; I detest Spiderman, Superman, whatever other funky names there might be.
2. Christian Bale.
3. More substantially, these other losers got these powers and all free mein, luck shine ho gaya. But Christian Bale Batman actually created well, himself. He developed his skills, acquired his machines, he's got the money, you bet, but he's played an active role in being who he is, as opposed to be standing in an entomological museum at the opportune time a spider is going to escape. So I like him.

If I'm something great, I'd like it to be because of me, you know, not because of random shit. Plus, Bale, as opposed to dumb little Brandon Routh and the loser Toby Maguire. But it's going to be Andrew Garfield in the next I heard, that changes things now, doesn't it? ;)

Anyhow, back to studies. Criminal paper tomorrow.

'I will meet you yet again'

Today my mind decided on doing no work. Don't ask me, ask it.

Somehow I always get very interested in people who retain so much individuality, it shocks you how they survived, and even lived (differentiating on the basis of spirit, I guess) in the same world you're so fed up with. Or not. Point being, that they just stick to what they think yaar; it's pretty impressive. Like Amrita Pritam: woman lived in Pakistan and India, independence time, left the dude who was giving her a hard time, had two love affairs, wrote two autobiographies, ultimately lived in with a guy younger than her for nearly 40 years. Is that impressive or what?

I wonder if I have the same conviction in myself, at least a similar strength to just do what I want, what I feel like - right or wrong. I wish I do. I mean, obviously, na. But then comes in that whole issue of collectivism versus individualism. If I have this conversation with my parents or anyone from their generation, they're going to have a very typical Oriental response of society before yourself. Crappy hai. Bahut.

Anyway, now I've got to work on not listening to Carnival to Rust on repeat. So bye.


It's all a game, avoiding failure, when true colors will bleed
All in the name of misbehavior and the things we don't need
I lust for after no disaster can touch, touch us anymore
And more than ever, I hope to never fall, where enough is not the same it was before.

P.S. The title of this post is the title of a poem by Pritam. Translated, of course. Here it is.

Overheadover

As I've mentioned before, I'm not much of a poet. Add to that a complete unfamiliarity with the pen over the past few years, and my skills are very doubtable. Despite all this, I have written something that I'd like to share here. Warning: Its not been edited. Plus, I wrote it in the middle of the night when I suddenly woke up with my head full of something.




I was born in the hour of the sun
Two scores and six (years) after Shastri's death
There was nothing remarkable about my birth
Nothing new about my height or girth.

To this day I have come
Some beauty some talent a lot of care
Wishing to somehow shift my path
To alluring greatness, life and style.

Wishing to somehow make a destiny
Without the regular worries of dime,
Without the worldly chains of time
I have come forth to reach across
Meet the horizon
And with a smile
Acclaim true light.




P.S: So much for believing in my 'abilities'. ;)