Introvert In A Concert


Page was caught lying in the garden one fine morning. Now, Page was not a waste paper or a paper torn from some book. He was a 14 year old boy named Michael Page. And when I say he was caught lying in the garden, I don’t mean lying as in ‘he was rolling on the grass’. He was on his phone, talking to someone and apparently, lying about something.

“I really am sick. I have a running nose, fever and moreover I am feeling weak. I really can’t make it….. Yes, thanks for understanding.”

He ended the call and turned to go back inside. Only, he found himself staring at his father who had come out of the house while he was on the call.

“Why were you lying about being sick, Michael? And was it Andrea on the phone?”

“Errr. Yes.”

“Okay, but why were you lying about being sick?”

“She called to ask me if I could tag along with a few friends to some concert she bought tickets for.”

“Well, that sounds like a good idea. Common, Michael. It is a weekend, go out with your friends and have some fun.”

“Hehe! Dad, you know me. You know how I feel about going out with friends. I can handle it if it is just 4 or 5 of us. But any group bigger than that, it makes me anxious, nervous and irritable. I don’t enjoy such gatherings. It has also something to do with the shit people talk when they get together. Utter non-sense and unimportant shit!”Read More »

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Want To Edit Song Details In Batch? Here!


[Video Tutorial Below]

Okay, all music lovers know how annoying it is to see the song details, of a particular song, all messed up with the ripper’s or uploader’s names or their websites. When you unlock you phone, switch to the music player and want to play a song, say Ka Ching! by Shania Twain, we first go to the albums menu and we don’t find the album there and we go to the artists menu and we don’t find ‘Shania Twain’ there. All we find are sub-folders like ‘www.yourmusic.blah’ or ‘%$^%piraterippers*”  which is utterly annoying. All we want is peace and we could easily get that by quickly playing the song we need.

But we are lazy and often don’t find enough time to edit all the song details of each and every song we hear, and so we carry on with these unedited and annoying details on them. Some phones even don’t provide an option to edit these details. We have to do it on a computer.

Anyway, I’d get to the point,

We need a software that will enable us to edit details of songs in bulk. I mean, by selecting all the songs of a particular artist, we must be able to update that detail to the correct artist name by doing just once, instead of selecting each song and editing it and then saving it. It would really be a painful task to do. But know what, NCH has got a wonderful freeware software to do this. It’s called ID3 Mp3 Tag Editor.

NCH is an awesome company who make loads of freeware stuff which in general are awesome, and this particular software is no different.

So, once you download(around 600kb only!) and install the software, it will just be cake walk from then on.

Here is a video tutorial I made, watch this thing only after trying out the software because I don’t think you would be needing a video tutorial for it, NCH makes softwares THAT easy-to-use. By the way, watch it in HD.

Time’s Whip On Our Backs!


O’ swaying leaves,
thy easing breeze,
will there be any innocence left in the air?

O’ singing swallow,
thy soothing melody,
will there be any peace left, on land?

O’ undulating ganga,
thy liberating waters,
will there be any being left, unexploited underwater?

O’ majestic nature,
thy motherly arms,
will there be a stone left, that was not thrown to hurt others?

O’ me,
thy concerned eyes,
will there be any soul left in them, when all hope and trust is broken?

O’ time,
thy gamble with chance,
will there be a life left, that has not taken your whip on its back?

“Yeh Jo Des Hein Tera” Kept Me Sane, Literally…


Yesterday.
It was an exam day and i was down with severe cold.

I was in the exam hall, halfway through the exam, ache swept my head, my eyes and i was unable to think or write properly.

I somehow finished the exam(not good) and then i sat inside the college bus. It takes nearly an hour on wheels to go back home.

Now, i am 20, a teenager, and i guess people can make out what and how PEOPLE make mess in their college buses.
I am a victim of such ‘teenage’ madness of the people around for almost my entire life. From high school to intermediate education and now into engineering 3rd year, all along.

So then, like my headache was so severe, it was blinding me, ears were paining and eyes felt like as if they were being dragged inside. It was literal hell. And add to that, these ‘talks’ of the mischief-makers, i thought i would go insane before i reach home.

To avoid going insane, i took my phone out and started listening to music through the earphones. I put the order of play as “shuffle” which meant a random choice.

After listening to a few songs, i was sure i was going to go insane because none of them were like soothing the pain, though all the time they were touching my heart, that is why i keep those songs in my phone.

Anyway, then the “shuffle” algorithm played “Yeh Jo Desh Hein tera(Instrumental)” – from Swades movie.
and that was that.

Headache lessened or not i do not know, but the hell that those people around me were showing surely vanished and i was in a dreamy place.

Yeh Jo Des Hein Tera…………… Aah..
The music just cleanses all the pains inside i guess.

A.R.Rehman’s work. i thank him.

I am still SANE.!

Yeh Jo Des Hein Tera..

So here is the instrumental, pure pure melody. i love it.

Have Not I Shown You The World – #2



with my words,
have not i shown you the world
that i raised by ploughing so hard,
that is available to none,
except for the one i choose,
and that is the only one,
who gets to live in there.


if you haven’t seen it,
come we’ll roam and know it,


walk…walk…walk…


here is the lake that promised to be pristine and serene for eternity,
that is what i told the lake when she asked how long you two would be together, for eternity,
reefs will form beautiful home for cute fish,
there won’t be predators in the lake, only friends,
and family as we shall be,
the lake, the fish and us.


the air, aah the air,
when you are sad, it will blow tenderly from the north,
bringing along the fragrance of the morning daisies of the meadow along,
lifting up the gloom around your subtle mind,
the air, it promised to change its strength and fragrance to heal you when need be,
the air, aah the air, it would let us live in a little peace.


walk…walk…walk…


words are not all,
trust me, these are real,
for only the one with the complete understanding of my love and me can see it.


with my words,
have not i shown you the world,
that i raised by ploughing so hard,
#hard on myself, tenderly on earth.

Have Not I Shown You The World – #1



with my words,
have not i shown you the world
that i raised by ploughing so hard,
that is available to none,
except for the one i choose,
and that is the only one,
who gets to live in there.


if you haven’t seen it,
come we’ll roam and know it,


walk…walk…walk…

this is the meadow i told you about,
i whispered to the earth,
and she agreed to do it for me,
i know not what she saw in me to accept my request,
maybe it was my love the true and pure form of nature,
or maybe it was my true, pure love for you.


now there, these are the flowers that i asked the seeds
to grow up and shine vibrant,
these are the bees and their queens,
butterflies and birds i have requested to accept, come, make this their home,
as it will be ours too.

walk…walk…walk…


words are not all,
trust me, these are real,
for only the one with the complete understanding of my love and me can see it.


with my words,
have not i shown you the world,
that i raised by ploughing so hard,
#hard on myself, tenderly on earth.

The Bright, Resplendent Orbs That They Are…


the bright, resplendent orbs that they are,
words emanate from eyes and i hear,
words mean not sound,
words mean a string of feelings,


the bright, resplendent orbs that they are,
melodies orchestrated by them,
also sung out by them,
reminding of a hum, from an ancient bard, about nature and love and soul,


the bright, resplendent orbs that they are,
all the inner scars and raging battles shown in a pearly tear,
fighting back them, another battle,
the tear all the more meaningful if it was for another being, not self,


the bright, resplendent orbs that they are,
i can feel all this, even when i don’t look at them,
to look at them is not much of a difference for me,
for i know what they mean, even without looking,
for the way of knowing is a burden and a blessing i carry.


a burden because words would have been better and more consolable for the impassable distance between us,
a blessing because i could still make the words out of the orbs and know things, from distance that is,
distance was and is always there,
it’s just the brightness of the orbs that is helping me see more.


the bright, resplendent orbs that they are,
i can feel all this, even when i don’t look at them,
to look at them is not much of a difference for me,
for i know what they mean, even without looking,
for the way of knowing is a burden and a blessing i carry.

‘Is It So ?’, A Question To Self…


is it so tough to face someone who is being nice,
turning away briskly with such pace.

is it so hard to learn good,
tireless walk in search of someone who would take in the good, without me mocking under a hood.

is it so uncommon to shed a tear for no selfish reason,
agony and pain for the world’s committed treason.

is it so unwelcome, my reassuring pat on the back,
simple show of enormous care, colored white and black.

is it so outlandish to listen to old melodies,
they are pure and true even in lyric, not unlike present ones filled with venom of lust and fake, more like dummies.

is it so fiendish,
to share your pain without knowing what you wish.

is it so selfish,
to ask you to believe me, the one with the truth, when i say ” ‘what you think is true’ is actually rubbish “.

is it so painful,
to allow someone else to meddle with old memories remaining bashful.

is it so easy to misunderstand,
the help and kindness someone, who doesn’t expect something in return, offers to heal you without need of a magic wand.

A lasting embrace


a silent melody
i sang myself,
was no parody
tell me you felt so yourself,

the words come-by hard
i tuned them myself,
like an old traditional bard
tell me you felt so yourself,

thunders form the orchestra
i cower under my heart’s song,
the cows look up from the bale of straw
brightened my spirit, for now and for long,

trees stay audience
birds hum along,
i look up at the sky in confidence
it bellows its assurance with a lightning bong,

seeds go weary that they have to wait
insects swim the winds along,
rain says seeds, you are still kids, sit straight
now its all settled for the song,

fresh and full, my soul starts to sing
in a lasting embrace, the nature merges with my tongue,
we become one and with one trickling ring
gather enough hearts to remain in the cosmic trance forever and for long.

i say it again,

a silent melody
i sang myself,
was no parody
tell me you felt so yourself,

the words come-by hard
i tuned them myself,
like an old traditional bard
tell me you felt so yourself,

‘i’ am nature
if you had made that out, very well,
if not, still there is chance to dwell
for i am not one but nature.