Misheard lyrics

There are some very interesting things about misheard lyrics.First of all, you never know when you create a whole new song. Yes! the music does resemble that of the original one, but still sometimes the lyrics can totally change the mood associated with a song. For example, when I heard "Late goodbye" by Poets of The Fall for the first time [It was included in the game Max Payne, and after I finished the game, I somehow liked the song], now at that age, I was not aware of the fact that the lyrics of songs are available over the internet, and neither had I an access to the net. So, I had to guess the lyrics. Okay! It was full of minor and major grammatical mistakes, and after I became familiar with the original lyrics, I forgot the misheard one, but still I can remember that it completely changed the mood of the song, turning it from a gloomy song to a much jollier one. As far as I can remember that the misheard one started with a line something like " It's a sunny day" or something like that.

Another good thing is, if you are confused of your state of mind, I mean to say how actually are you feeling, then the misheard ones sometimes help you to know yourself.When I heard "Fade to Black" for the first time, I reckon I heard Jamie Hetfield saying, "You pissed me off, now I'll just say goodbye." I liked that attitude. Now when I think about the reason behind me hearing so, I reckon I was really in a rebel mood then. xD. A few days back, I saw a video of a misheard lyrics of "Immigrant song" by Led Zepp. It was saying "Fight the whore" instead of "Fight the horde." So, you decide how was the guy actually feeling while hearing the song. :P

This problem [??] doesn't arise when you are listening to a music instead of a song.But even there is an awkward problem. I dunno whether it occurs with everybody out there or its only me, but I tend to associate a particular mood with a particular music. "Comfortably numb pulse- guitar solo" has always been a pull up music for me. I remember, when I first suggested the music to one of my friends, he said, " Its good". I was so shocked by his expression that the following words came out of my mouth spontaneously, " What?? its heavenly.Are you deaf moron?". Now, I realise that, I was wrong, Because musics carry different meanings to different listeners. So what appeared to be a heavenly pull up music to me, may not appear to be the same to another one.

But, one positive point of associating different moods with different musics is that I can listen to that particular music which I need at a particular moment. For example, whenever I listen to "Nottingham Lace" by Buckethead, it tells me that sorrow is always followed by joy,whereas " Night of slunk" by the same, has always been a party music for me.xD

Recently, I am being told by some of my friends that my recent posts have been all pessimistic. Perhaps this is because I don't own a diary, and don't like keeping diaries either.Perhaps I am a bit too lazy to jot everything down that happens in my daily life.Perhaps I feel much more convenient while typing than while writing. Whatever be the reason, my blog is a reflection of what's going on inside me. I mean to say that my blog is like a guitar. When one feels happy, happy tunes come off it, while if the player feels gloomy, some melancholy tunes are bound to come out of his guitar. So is the case with my blog. So, if you feel that it reflects that I'm frustrated, then I'm frustrated. I can't help that. I just can't write something that doesn't go with my mood. So, if you are feeling it monotonic then I'm helpless. All I can do is to recommend you not to read it. If you don't like it then don't read it. It's that simple. Please don't ask me to change my style or else you'll get humiliated in the same way as some people are getting recently.

The Gift

Today, my sis flew off for Scotland. I dunno why, yesterday I was pissed off with her and was retaliating to almost every single word she uttered. Like she was having a problem with installing the mic and asked me for some help. I instantly snapped back instead of helping her. Just before going to bed she asked me for a book I was reading then. She said, " Vai! majhkhane to bore hobo. Boita dibi?"[bro, I will get bored.Will you please give me the book?] I said, " Amar ekhono pora hoini, tumi onyo kono boi niye jao na." [I haven't finished it as yet. You take another one]. She smiled and said, " thik acche."

I dunno what dream I had in the night. But this morning I suddenly felt an uncanny hollow inside my stomach. So I went to her and offered her the book. [okay! for others it may seem quite natural, but the incident is a bit abnormal because one of the persons involved was me].

I dunno what made me do that. But the name of the book was "The Gift"

MISSING YOU DIDI.

Yesterday,I was listening to some random songs in Youtube while I came across this video. It tells about the sad ending of a happy family. I will try to narrate the story in my own words [because I too was moved :)]. So here it goes.

Young Jenny was promoted to the high school. Her parents,besides other usual words also warned her about the certain things she should not do because she was still young. However, as days passed by, Jenny gradually became familiar with the environment and started enjoying it to some extent. She also got a boyfriend, Dan,the school rugby team captain.So once Dan asked Jenny for a moonlight date. Jenny knew that her parents will never allow her in a moonlight date. Perhaps,her mom will say, " No dear!! you're still too young for such a date." Perhaps, dad will lock her in a room. So she decided to lie to her parents. On the date, Jenny told her parents that she is going to a friend's house for a night stay. But perhaps her parents sensed something but still they allowed her.

It was an evening worth a lifetime for Jenny. Dan and she enjoyed every moment of it. Then as they became tired of dancing, they decided to take a bit of rest in the car. Dan lighted a cigarette that smelt a bit different to Jenny. But still she never suspected Dan, and he himself is smoking that stuff. So she took one or two fags too. Then as Dan finished the joint [marijuana,if you still haven't figured it out], he told Jenny that let's try something different. Jenny was young but not that young not to understand the underlying meaning. So she denied strictly and insisted to go back to home.

Reading this far, one may conclude that its yet another date rape story.I too thought so. But it has a different ending.

Well, Dan was not that reckless, and he agreed to drop Jenny back at her place. But as he went on driving, marijuana started telling upon his braincells and he started pressing the accelerator for longer and longer intervals. Jenny shouted, " Please slow down, I wanna go back home." But there was none there to listen to her. Then the only thing Jenny could remember that a flash of light appeared in front of her eyes and a few people were shouting "call the ambulance."

When Jenny open her eyelids she was in a hospital. The nurse informed her that Dan's okay and she too will get discharged within one or two days. But it was not so fortunate for the people who were in the other car and both of them died. Jenny thanked to God and promised that she will never ever lie to her parents again.Then she prayed to God for those who were dead in the accident and asked the nurse if her parents came there to meet her.
The nurse said nothing and silently went out of the room.

A man standing nearby noticed all these and asked the nurse for such a behavior. The nurse replied with a sad face, " The two people in the other car were Jenny's parents"

A "story"

Once a boy had a break up. Just before you [read Siddhartha] conclude(s) that its yet another "what have I done?" type of blog from my side, let me assure that its not.

Okay, once a boy had a break up. Its not that kind of break up, you know, not those kind of break ups which get patched. Rather this one can really be looked upon as a split. However its not the topic. The boy I was talking about spent many sleepless nights in thought of the girl. But still he's not the hero of this story, [well obviously, if one calls it a story], shed many drops of tear, and did everything that people usually do while they undergo such a situation.

However, everything has an end, and finally the boy decided to move on. Later on he found that another girl has a great deal of interest in him. The boy first waved it but then he also developed some kind of soft corner for the girl.

Then one day, he thought that, " I must let her know that I may never be able to love her that much she wants.I must warn her about it."

So one day he walked to the girl. As usual the girl greeted him with a smile. But the boy thought that, nothing should stop me today. He stared direct at the eyes of the girl and told," Look! I thought I must inform you about this, look at me, once a monument used to stand here but now there's nothing but a ruin.A ruin you understand? a ruin.And its up to you what to be built there. A monument again or ...."

The girl remained silent for a long while. The boy was gradually becoming impatient. Then suddenly the silence broke and the girl said, " I will rather build a hut for two than a monument."

the "story" ends.

AB and me

It was almost 10 years back. One chilly morning, two kids were standing by the school gate. One of them had a pair of sparkling eyes, whoever saw his eyes, fell into love with him.I'll call him AB. And the other one was the best friend of AB. I will call him SC.Well! AB was one hell of a mischievous kid, always engaged in some kind of activity or other. Be that stealing the shells collected by the other students and throwing them into the nearby pond or intentionally making a fault in the "Bratachari" to put the blame on the student standing next to him, or ride on the back of the School guard's goat, or run away from the school only to watch "Patua"s on job. One great thing about AB was that his mischiefs never got caught. Not a single person could have thought that AB did this, or its AB who's behind all these things. However, I am not here to glorify AB. So lets get back to the school gate.

Both of them were in the final year of their primary school.SC was tensed about the upcoming exam, but that didn't seem to bother AB. His mind was elsewhere. Suddenly AB heard some words. It was like SC saying something like " this stuffs there in this book" and a mischief played into AB's mind. " You betcha! I'm pretty sure that its not there."

" No, you are not right! I have seen it only the last day"
" I've read the whole book, and I'm pretty confident that its not there"
" No its there"
" no its not"
" yes! its there"
" no its not, if you have the guts then show me"
" I can show you but right now its not with me"
" if you can't show me then you lose"
" but I don't have it with me right now, Okay! wait for a second, I can show it tomorrow"
" No, you'll have to show it to me TODAY, unless I'll assume that you don't have the balls"
" okay, I'll show you that this afternoon."

now the fact was that SC's place was far away from AB's, at least for a 10 year old boy. And it was really a hard task for him to get himself to AB's place that afternoon, and show AB.But still SC somehow managed to do that. That day, on 6 o'clock, the doorbell rang at AB's place. AB knew whom it was and so he opened the door.

SC- " look you moron....."
" hey sorry!! I just remembered that I too have seen that thing in that book"
" what????!! but then you should have given me a call."

AB smirked.

" you, you, I wont talk to you again."
" hey come on! at least you won."
" but you knew all these, na?? right from the beginning you knew that the stuff was in the book, and you intentionally raged me up! you just knew that I'll do all these.Do you know that I even haven't had my lunch, I headed to my home only to fetch the book and came directly here"

" oh I'm so sorry, come on! lets have lunch together"

as far as I can remember, that was the first time AB did this. And after that, he has done the same thing with many a people, only the victims have changed.A few months back, I met AB, and I asked him why he does this.He said, he gains an unearthly pleasure by guessing people's psychology. The loves to see things go by as he set them up to be. Its not that, he plays games but he loves to make people realise that how monotonic they are, how predictable they are, by setting up traps for them. Its not that he plays dirty games with them, his games are rather innocent but still they are games. He said," once xyz comes in vicinity, I can guess what his first words will be, I know that on which topic he's gonna talk with me."
he said, " if I am walking with someone with our hands in hand, and if when we're in front a kfc outlet and I feel her hands to loosen, I can instantly guess that she's feeling hungry, now the other person doesn't know that, and she thinks it to be some kind of magic, but this pure experience, the only difference between me and other people is that they just watch people while I study them, its my pass time hobby." The conversation ended.

I met AB yet again yesterday, he was looking a bit gloomy, as if he was deeply thinking something. I asked AB about that. He replied, " I played that game yet again." I said, " So whats so big about that, you already know that whats gonna happen."
" yes! I know that... but that's why.... forget it"
I was rather in an inquisitive mood that day. So I told,
" no... please tell me... you look really upset, what's wrong about it this time, is the game not working properly?"

" no.its perfectly okay. Everythings going on just the way I thought it to be"
" then?"
" then... nothing but still a hitch...a hitch"
" what hitch?"
" still a hitch... I haven't figured it out yet"
" sounds interesting and you are lying"
" yeah! how come you know?"
" guessing people"
" oh okay... the thing is that everything going on as I expected but..."
" okay dont elongate it further... my readers will get bored"
" but THE THING IS I DIDN'T WANT THESE ALL TO HAPPEN"
" what??? then why the heck did you pressed the trigger?"
" I don't know, I felt static, I pressed it but believe me after pressing it I have not done a single thing about it"
" then who?"
"I don't know,I think someone else is playing this game for me."
" you are sounding spooky but why aren't you interested in playing the game?"
" look! there are two possibilities, 1) everything goes all right, 2) a certain person will get shattered"

" ..."
" and I really don't want that person to withstand anymore pain"
" you bastard! then why aren't you ending it?"
" its out of my hand now"

Then I heard the whole story and assured AB that he could have done nothing else. And that, its people who choose their destiny, others can only show the way but its up to oneself to follow that way or not. And that, he has done nothing this time, his only fault was to be present in the scenario and its only his presence that catalysed the whole thing.The way the thing was going it was bound to happen, he only catalysed it, nothing else. And then he also warned the person concerned numerous times, but no use. So, it can't be his fault.HE DID ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.I also told AB that, everything will go all right but still he didn't seem to hear a single word uttered by me.

Save me someone.. :( its only yesterday that the semester ended, and I'm already feeling bored. Bored like hell :(. Studies are boring and irritating, but once they are over, they leave behind a hollow. I was just calculating the amount of time I spent studying last few days [last 14 days to be exact], and it came out to be a ass whooping 14-15 hours a day.

I am in 3rd year now. In undergraduate level obviously. And I am currently reading in the 2nd best [after iitkgp obv] engineering college in the state. And quite frankly, I can tell you that, we finish the course within 30 days span just before the exam. Yes, then we have to handle an immense amount of pressure but still we do manage to accomplish that. I sometimes wonder that I studied a lot more even when I was in the school level.