Presenting music,in the role of eternal mood lifter

Whenever I am up late, I end up writing a new post. Looks like I get all my inspiration from the darkness. That would be true since not a lot of my blog posts are sun shiny, more like the exact opposite of it. Two ends of a rainbow. One from where the sun rises, the other where the sun's light doesn't touch anything, directly of course. Moonlight is reflected sunlight. Except if it is a no-moon night. Which might be called a moonless night, but I don't seem to be able to recall the right word. It is 2.30 am, I don't blame myself.
So I don't think the Twilight Saga is as epic as Harry Potter, or the Hunger Games for that matter, but I kind of appreciate Stephanie Meyer's attempt, which was pathetic, at writing a love story. Well she tried you know. So my point is, the books might be useless, bu the Breaking Dawn movie soundtrack is amazing, since I've been listening to it since the past 3 hours. On repeat. The soundtrack has nothing to do with the plot of the movie or the book, it should probably be judged independently.
Th breaking dawn soundtrack has like 50 different songs all by different artists. I am suitably impressed. Music brings me to more music. I just heard the track Bali from the Hindi movie Shaitan. Oh its a badass movie, if you idiots haven't seen it yet. Not for the weak-hearted-oh-I-am-freaking-out-coz-they-just-killed-someone-with-a-omg-what-is-that-a-HUMMER-with-Canadian-license-plates (this could go on forever and I could just write the entire plot of the movie which would kinda miss the point of the post since I don't do movie reviews, and the bracket could go on forever too, back to outside the bracket) kind of people.
So back to Bali, which I listened to on repeat in the morning, as usual, in an attempt to stay awake. But I failed, miserably, since I was knocked out for 4 hours straight after that. Although I must say, I am a proud person today, I mastered the art of sleeping throughout a class while waking up at the right times to take notes. 1 hour 20 minutes of sleeping with gaps to take notes.
On a different note, which is essentially the same, I like to listen to music I can tap my feet too and go boom-boom-boom-dsshhh when I'm listening to it on the bus. Also, I fail to understand why people use headphones. Why not share your music, You're already listening to at such a high volume, everyone around you knows what song you're listening to you. Be nice, remove the headphones, and share your music with the world, however shitty it is. And please, stop wasting money on those large headphones, I honestly have no idea if they have some other name, I just call them the large headphones, because people can hear your music anyway. No really, buy yourself some nice music on itunes with that.

I drove a nail in the bottom of my walking boot,
So I wail every time I hit the floor.

So that's just one of the songs I am listening to. The song is so me. One, it would take me a long time to admit that I made a mistake, and when I do, I apologize, but in my own way. Make a mistake, and still want things my own way. Pretty hard-headed. Yessir. Of course I curse and scream and stomp first and then admit I made a mistake. That's how I roll. Like a barrel. Since barrels roll. No, I am not a  barrel, the reference is to a barrel's characteristics and what it does. Which in no way means I am one. Fat and short and stout. Nope. Not a barrel by a far far shot. 

Hey, hey what say,
intend to stop me this giveth day
And oh, don't live in fear
said the neighbor that visits here

Surprisingly, I can handle some of rap. Music I mean. And classical music. the angrez classical music. DEsi classical music I can handle anytime. Bring it on. Having spent five years, I can take a lot of it yet cannot sing to save my life. Oh the ironies of life. Spend years learning classical music, end up getting a degree in classical dance.
I would sleep, but I have the sudden urge to finish reading an article about global climate change and globalization and how we are going to run out of oil and coal and natural gas in the future and die because of the insane amounts of carbon-dioxide in the air, jk, we won't die if we can have a cap on carbon emissions. The article is kind of unfair. Because it asks developing country to control their carbon dioxide emissions whereas the developed or the "global north" are responsible for it. I tend to take everything said about developing countries personally. Very very personally. Ending with really funny lyrics,

Sellotape an end to
sellotape an end to
sellotape an end to
sellotape an end...
Harder thought, mosquito
Right down
my fickle hands, machine surprises
meant for me

They sounded funnier when I heard the song. Oh well, maybe they seem like some weird profound poem which might help you figure out the meaning of life, existence, something like that.

to change or not to change

You are a weird person when in the middle of reading a book about Globalization and Global climate change, you put the book down to write a blog post about a completely unrelated topic. Unrelated is an understatement, a topic on the other end of the rainbow than Globalization and Global climate change. Yes, I just admitted I'm really weird and that I have to take such a class in college. 
But, on a separate note, I just realized I absolutely hate change. Like abhor it, dislike it to infinity. If I it was up to me, I would do everything in my power to not let things around me change. It isn't always in my hands, but when it is, I make sure that is what I do. I don't know and don't care what the rest of the world thinks about change. I care about what I think about change. And I do not take kindly to it. 
Letting things change is plain foolish, involves implicit and blind trust in people, which again is just plain foolish. Why would you willingly go out of your way to make your life more difficult. Yes of course I've heard change is the only thing that is constant and all that, and I'm not convinced. And I don't intend to, till of course I am forced to, and then, we shall see. We, shall definitely see who changes who. 
You're just rationalizing if you have to keep telling yourself over and over again that change is good. Definitely rationalizing. Just FYI, rationalizing when you have to keep stating something over and over again to convince yourself that that particular thing is true/right. Sound familiar? Of course it does. Because everyone does it on such a regular basis without even realizing that they're doing it. No use denying it. Because you do it too. Popped your bubble now did I?
A penny for a spool of thread,
A penny for a needle—
That's the way the money goes,
Pop! goes the weasel.
Which randomly brings me to Flora Rheta Schreiber's book,Sybil, on Multiple Personality Disorder (MPD). She uses   the rhyme in such a disturbing way, I've never been able to read the rhyme the same way ever since then. MPD is interesting, if you can digest it. If you can't, you'd probably just be way too horrified about the shit that happens in the rest of the world outside your tiny little bubble.  

I'd like to be more sarcastic and pop more bubbles but there's a time and place for everything. For now, I should be getting back to Globalization and Global climate change, which is Environmental Education in 11th and 12th Grade, taken to a whole new annoying level. 

one of those days, when you just don't care

Doesn't it happen to everyone, those days when you choose to just not care. They definitely come like once a week for me. Mostly Thursdays, since I'm stuck with four classes on a different campus from where I live. Going back is futile because the time I spend on the bus I could use sleeping in the library. Not to say that the library I sleep in is amazing, for sleeping I mean.
I have been cursing people left right and center since the morning for getting into my way. I mean honestly if I had a wand, and I wouldn't be a squib, I would have definitely cursed the shit out of everyone.
Waking up cranky the ext morning because you were trying to figure out stupid HTML last night is not a good feeling, and on a day where sleep isn't going to come to you anytime soon, except of course the         library.
So I was contemplating what curse to use when my first class got over. As I was walking to the dining hall to eat, and it was cold and windy (the disgusting preserved cherry which tastes of benzaldehyde, on the top), and people just wouldn't move fast enough. gawdddd reallyyy?
So I found this really nice place in one of the libraries on Thursday. I fully intended to get work done in the two hour gap between classes, but I had an entire sofa to myself which is in a warm little corner and I fell asleep. Most of the people I saw there were either talking, eating or sleeping. And then the other day, I see this girl come and sit in a corner of the library, open her bag of some sweet thing from Starbucks, take out her phone, and talk the time she was there. I'm like really? like I get that people come to sleep, to eat and to study, once in a while, but talking on the phone? That's just silly. Like that girl was. stupid and silly. silly and stupid.
yes I like ranting about shit that annoys me. Problem? No problem, go read some other blog. In the words of Neena Gupta from "kamzor kadi kaun" : "aap jaa sakte hain. Namaste". Line cracks me up everytime I say it out loud.
Also, of course I have something harry potter related to say :D only anyone who has ever read the Harry Potter books will get it , because then they would actually be able to sing this in their head (like me :D) aaaayooooo, my name is draaaa-coooooo !!



And then this. Just find the ferret one funnier but still sing along with this, ah-ohhhhhhhh, my name is draaaa-ccoooo !



library to harry potter to the end of an extremely frustrating week. the beginning of a weekend with a cancelled class (yay!) and a bollywood movie in amreeka, I think I can make up for a  very shitty week. The flat screen in my dorm lounge just boosts my plans for a lazy weekend. hah.
On a different note, I think the Hunger Games is going to have a cult following like Harry Potter.
Let the Hunger Games craziness begin!!!

keep pressing the buttons on the remote, get to the right channel

Hiding disappointment behind your words is perhaps the biggest favor you can do to yourself and the rest of the world. It is a pretty well known fact that no one cares and no one wants to listen to you talk about how disappointed you are with a particular thing or event or person, or how bummed out you are about it. You might as well shut up and save yourself the embarrassment/pain/shock however you might want to take it.
Easy way? Write.
I think I've been giving way too much advice to everyone about how they should write if they don't want to talk. Talk about talking like a know-it-all, precisely the kind of people I detest. But, since I have proof that it works, I have a right to talk like a know-it-all.Yeah like, write. Best thing ever, write and tear that shit up. Even more helpful. But people are way too lazy to actually put pen to paper, even me. And face it, typing is faster, your hands don't pain as much etc etc. Yes yes, take the easy way out as long as you do what you're supposed to, if that even makes sense, which I'm sure doesn't, then you're way too stupid to be reading this post.
Its not just disappointment, there's anger too. And a whole bunch of other things. But I talk only from experience, therefore, this post will not turn into a self-help thing about how to channel your emotions and what not. You have the Chicken Soup books for that. Go read.
Gym is like the best place ever. Why you might ask? One, you see really cute guys working out and lifting weights, or girls working out, if that's what you prefer. And then people like me, who have anger issues, grudge issues and what not, can very successfully take it out on the elliptical and no one takes a punch to their nose or a slap to their cheek, literally. Its all for the good of the mankind. Trust me. Oh and I firmly believe does not have anger issues if one knows where to channel them. No violence does not count as the right channel. Gymming does, something productive does. People's definition of productive might differ, of course. Lets just leave it at, as long as you don't kill someone, you're good.
Food calls me, like always. If this makes sense to you, you can safely assume you're extremely intelligent and well- read. If it doesn't, well, do I have to say it? Yes I can be discriminatory. Fun isn't it?