Saturday, October 16, 2010

Bam! And it struck again.....

Have you noticed that the inspiration to do stuff strikes at the WORST possible times?
I for one am no stranger to that hard fact of life. It is like God hates me, and punishes me by sending strokes of absolute genius my way at the worst possible time. Kind of like a seizure when you are in the toilet going poo. (Okay, not exactly like that, but you catch my drift.)
Every single time, that I have been inspired to write something, something that has come out to be pretty amazing actually, I was "inspired" at the worst possible time.
For example, my song. The first song that I ever wrote, entitled "Soundtrack" I wrote it a night before my final Social Studies exam. Go figure. And if I do say so myself, the song turned out pretty well, lyrics wise. The same goes for countless other stories of mine, as well as articles and drawings.

I think this has something to do with the basic human escapist tendency we all have inside of us. We tend to substitute all tiresome, horrible jobs with other tasks that we consider less tiresome.
I've seen examples of this so many times in real life.
Like, before an exam when told to study by my Mom, my sister will lounge around in her room for some while. She'll look at her desk (which is normally so dirty and cluttered that you could probably hide ELEPHANTS in that mess... [I suspect she hides dead bodies in there]) and spend the next four hours cleaning it.
And it will be spotless.
Then when Mom asks "Oh, did you study?
"No mom, but look I cleaned my table!"
"Umm... you have an EXAM tomorrow."
"I know... but look at my table!"
"Didn't you study ANYTHING?"

"God Mom, what's your problem?? I FINALLY cleaned my desk coz you were after my life for it, and now all of a sudden its not good enough for you??!!? MAKE UP YOUR MIND!"

And then she'll storm off, leaving behind a sparkling desk and a befuddled old mother.
Diva.

No, but seriously, we all do it, and most of us don't even realize it. We channel all our anxieties, our frustrations about a particular event into other fields. Sometimes, the result can be beautiful pieces of art. I bet Shakespeare really had to clean up his house or something but he avoided it by using his writing as an excuse.

Procrastination is universal, but only a few people are intelligent enough to pass it of as doing something productive. As a teenager, it is very important to channel your energy into something productive. It may not necessarily mean studying, because I feel that it is up to each and every person to find where their own interests lie. The way I see it, taking some time off your schoolwork to write or draw is all right because you do need a break; and lets face it, we teens are about as attentive goldfish. I'll be surprised if most of the people read till the end of this post.

Like right now, I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to be studying for a test or something instead of writing, but what can I do, I'm "Inspired" right now....
Till next time
Ciao,
Taksh

Friday, October 8, 2010

A short rambling on Time, coz I don't have enough of it.


Time. You have it and you don't. It is quite a slippery thing, like an old, cold fish. Slimy, really. (I disgusted myself a bit) It is something my dad never seems to have when we have to discuss my deteriorating sham of an allowance; and something my Mom seems to have too much of when we have to discuss my less than stellar marks. But i digress.

I am so exhausted and I feel that life in general is to blame. A kid's life is SO hectic and parents take it for granted. I am amazed by their level of ignorance. (But we must forgive them for their brain cells are fried from being so ancient) It really rubs me the wrong way when an adult says "Yeah, these are the best days of your life, enjoy them!"

Yeah sure, between the schools and the tuitions and the homework and exams, I have ALL the time in the world don't I?

Have you wondered why so many records are set by grown ups? Its because they have so much free time. Even I could learn to balance twenty spinning plates or stick clips on my face, if I had the Time!!!

Seriously, 24 hours a day is not enough. If I have to choose between watching T.V. for an hour or study I would obviously plonk my ass on the couch to stare at my beloved screen. Who would waste their precious little time of the day reminding themselves of school?? Certainly not me.

What astounds me is how pushy parents can sometimes be. "Why've you locked your room?" "Who were you talking to?" "Why were you talking for so long?"

"Yes Mom, I am actually a secret member of the Taliban and was talking to my contact in Russia. We are planning to blow the world up. Alhaa Hu Akbar, infidel"

Mom – “Did you just call me an infidel?”

“Whoops”

And then I get beat up for shooting off my mouth.

What to parents expect? I am sorry I have a life OUTSIDE the four vandalized, scratched, spat-upon and defiled walls of my school. It is astounding to see how breezily one adult can tell you to "Enjoy yourself" and a second later, they turn around and yell at you "WHEN ARE YOU GONNA STUDY??? DO YOU WANNA FAIL??"

Oh crap. I'm sorry, did you forget to take your pills again?

Parents are the most bi-polar beings on this planet. And whether you love yours or not, you KNOW it is true.

I think kids (especially me) are targets of a giant world over conspiracy of time manipulation.

Here is how I have noticed my life go so far -

-Wake up, brush teeth, go to school... then - "Oh, it's dinner time already? Eh, where'd the day go??"

"HAPPY NEW YEAR TAKSH!!"

"Wait, What??? New Year??? Wasn't it my birthday yesterday?? Where did the YEAR go??"

(My birthday is in May, just in case you didn't know.)

So to sum this entry up (which by the way I am writing in the middle of the night) I personally feel that Father Time has most probably turned into a chronic drunkard, and because of his alcohol addled mind he makes time go really fast [Birthdays, Parties] or time go REALLY slow [Exams, being roasted by cannibals, etc.]

So yeah, those were my mindless ramblings. And I will DEFINITELY update sooner, if I just had the TIME!

Ciao,

Taksh