Oh those comments. Oh my god, so many likes. Holy shit, she retweeted that. Gosh, how awesome. We love to be loved.
Boy, how we float on these ego boosting clouds. Twirling in those dreams with a pseudo-inflated sense of self worth, short-lived like the May fly and fluffy like those awesome pancakes that I did not have today morning. (Ok, I'm overdoing it with the similes).
But, for a select few, these notifications can mess with your head. Delude you into thinking you're unbelievably amazing. Even when you spent the whole day drinking beer, hurling, weeping in the bathroom and going off to sleep. Recognition is a drug. Popularity is one lovely spell. And slowly, it fades. So you want more. And you try harder to get there. Oh my god, must perfect these photos. Hello Photoshop. Take my dark circles away. And make me glow. Oh deal lord, must spend an hour thinking of the perfect status update. And if you fail, quote somebody famous, regardless of the level of influence that person or his/her life/achievements/words have on you.
But it's a double-edged sword, dears. If people can bring you up, they can bring you down. Newton said something to that effect in some law. If their boredom-induced attention can raise you up, their apathy can bring you crashing down. If they notice you, they'll notice others too. Competition. More attention. Less attention. Mood swings. Oh no, I lost a few followers. Must say cooler things. Must bleed my brains out and appear more fantastic.
You give away your secrets for a few more eye balls. You bare your empty brain so that a few less people are bored while they travel. You buy expensive cameras so that your tiaras look shiny and your lips more matte.
Stop. Moderation is the key. Don't let the mouse-pointer-clicks of fickle humans define who you are.
Monday, July 25, 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Fukat ka Music gyan
My greetings to all, right from the ones who still reap the juvenile factor of innocence to the ones who have turned into elegantly wasted junkies...and the rest who are neither, but who otherwise will not bother reading this.
It has been almost like a millenium since the first and last post. Nevertheless it is safe to say that we on another level now. The past year has seen too many drifts. Each and every day passed with the morning after dark seemingly darker. With the forthcoming seasons in the sun (metaphorical usage) our future does not seem as dubious and bleak any more. The hollow years have passed, my girlfriend turned wife. No more tears and no more fears to comprehend. No more killing in the name of destiny. The stairway to heaven lies right across an arms length.
Make this journey memorable. Shoot to thrill yourself. This is your life, good to the last straw. Doesn't get any better than this.
She does lie, Cocaine, she won't blow away the blood Red skies. You take a step ahead, and you go two steps behind, success is a factor that lulls you. There is a Gangsta's Paradise for every one, not everything is lost for my fallen angel.
Now you know and perceive the secret. Saints and sinners won't help you. Speak up. Unless you play dirty Harry ,the system is going to make you kiss its arse. Do not let the karma Chameleon stand in the way of your inner desire. Lie to the ones who don't deserve the truth, make them love the way you lie, fool them and spite them. You get one step closer to yourself with every step you take. The real challenge is staying Alive in this panorama of sand dunes. Nothing else matters. Take a look around, the sultans of swing will come to get you if you are lost. Do not waste your teardrops on matters of petty significance, they are too precious be shed in the dry sands. Let no one tell you that you are not strong enough. Say you won't back down, be not afraid, ride across the river that separates the dessert and the evergreen pastures. And in the end you will find the blaze of glory piercing through your skin with the fierceness of a raging bull.
Its a journey we started together, we chose different paths but I will c u when u get there.
Amour
It has been almost like a millenium since the first and last post. Nevertheless it is safe to say that we on another level now. The past year has seen too many drifts. Each and every day passed with the morning after dark seemingly darker. With the forthcoming seasons in the sun (metaphorical usage) our future does not seem as dubious and bleak any more. The hollow years have passed, my girlfriend turned wife. No more tears and no more fears to comprehend. No more killing in the name of destiny. The stairway to heaven lies right across an arms length.
Make this journey memorable. Shoot to thrill yourself. This is your life, good to the last straw. Doesn't get any better than this.
She does lie, Cocaine, she won't blow away the blood Red skies. You take a step ahead, and you go two steps behind, success is a factor that lulls you. There is a Gangsta's Paradise for every one, not everything is lost for my fallen angel.
Now you know and perceive the secret. Saints and sinners won't help you. Speak up. Unless you play dirty Harry ,the system is going to make you kiss its arse. Do not let the karma Chameleon stand in the way of your inner desire. Lie to the ones who don't deserve the truth, make them love the way you lie, fool them and spite them. You get one step closer to yourself with every step you take. The real challenge is staying Alive in this panorama of sand dunes. Nothing else matters. Take a look around, the sultans of swing will come to get you if you are lost. Do not waste your teardrops on matters of petty significance, they are too precious be shed in the dry sands. Let no one tell you that you are not strong enough. Say you won't back down, be not afraid, ride across the river that separates the dessert and the evergreen pastures. And in the end you will find the blaze of glory piercing through your skin with the fierceness of a raging bull.
Its a journey we started together, we chose different paths but I will c u when u get there.
Amour
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