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

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

My Music

This is an original composition, kinda dark, but i like it! I wrote parts of this song a night before my S.St exam. Go figure. (P.S. I still don't have a title for it yet.)

[Verse 1]

Facing the night alone, the race has just begun

You want the fame, the money, you're not the only one

Your life's gonna come down crashing, crashing around your ears

Its just so fragile, the web is spun with tears

You can run all you want, know the music won't stop

Solitary confinement, its lonely at the top

Even for all the lights, the darkness stares at me, so cold

But I want the money, the fame, the glitter, the gold

The silence screaming at me, I cant hear it, no soul

Its lonely at the top, ain't got no one to hold

This is the price that's paid for the spot, the flashing lights

The beautiful people breathe, the party comes to life!!

[Chorus]

The boombox beats

All my candy treats, all my sugar sweets

Coming through the front door, getting on the dance floor

When the disco ball sets the room on fire, its a ghastly attire

Candy paint on these witches

Its for the fame, the money, the rehab, the riches!!

[Verse 2]

The blood is dripping down your mascara covered eyes

The images will shatter, the world was only lies

Lip-gloss on face, Tattoos down your spine

Stardom and reality, a very fine line

Music bumping on that track its loud and clear

Your face is turning blue now you're fighting for air

Its like a fairytale, follow the crumbs back home

The witch is gonna eat you, your coffin will be chrome

The gold will lose its shine when your heartbeat stops

Solitary confinement, its lonely at the top

The girls in the club dancing around

Why do you give a damn, you're six feet underground!!

[Chorus]

The boombox beats

All my candy treats, all my sugar sweets

Coming through the front door, getting on the dance floor

Where the disco ball sets the room on fire, its a ghastly attire

Candy paint on these witches

Its for the fame, the money, the rehab, the riches!!

[Bridge]

Lights get dimmer and your throat closes up

A little more can't hurt, drink one more cup

Adrenaline through your system, body puts up a fight

One shot, two shots, three- now kill the lights!!

The boombox beats!!

When we hit the streets, the Queen's in her seat, Its fresh meat

People jumping up and down

There's a circus, look, the clowns

And the voyeurs admire

So close, now don't tire

At the funeral, wall to wall

Witches in their best gowns

Screaming, And you they surround

Sayin - You're dead, thats all.

School and Weekend Rituals........ Wait, WHAT?

You know, if life is a bitch, school is a friggin hungry pitbull on steroids crossed with a T-Rex.... That's right, you can't and you DON'T mess with it. God... It seems like even when you're out of school this damn establishment finds a way to haunt you. The luxury of each evening you go out to play is overshadowed by the prospect of returning to school the next day. Even Weekends lose their charm because they end so early and it's back to school. And I'm a man who takes his Weekends VERY seriously. You may have noticed by now that I am writing "weekends" as Weekends, with a capital "W". That's coz I don't consider them as regular days. No siree! Weekends are treated with somewhat of a reverence. It's ALL about the rituals. Yes. Rituals. I know it sounds seriously creepy like I'm some kind of weirdo (I'm not!! REALLY!!) but I have a certain set of rules to be followed on my Saturday and Hell will freeze over if I break them. #1. Absolutely NO getting up before 11. Even if I have to crawl under the sheets and drug myself back to sleep if I wake up early, I'm doing it because there is no ways I'm getting out of that bed before 11. Unless Bill Gates shows up and says he's gonna give me his money. That's a different thing. (I'm not fickle-minded for saying that am i? DON'T JUDGE ME!!) #2. No baths before noon. Yes. That is right, call me disgusting, call me gross, call me whatever (wait, on second thoughts, DON'T!) but i DO NOT shower or bathe before noon. Never. Not happening on a Weekend. It just seems so.... WRONG. #3. Breakfast and Lunch are eaten in succession, in front of T.V. Basically, since my sleeping pattern is screwed, Breakfast and Lunch end up being eaten one after another. And yeah, MAJOR senseless TV watching. That is like a must. It's my mantra for a good Weekend.. You know, if school teaches you multi-tasking, i.e. copying answers from a friends notebook while pretending to listen to the teacher, talking to another friend while keeping an eye out for the teacher, Weekends show you a thing or two about Multi- Tasking (or as I like to call it "Multi-Relaxing") too. For example - How to eat you food while sitting on the bed with the laptop in front of you, listening to music and watching TV while browsing Facebook. Yup, Weekends are pretty amazing too! Too bad we can't have like a week of Weekends... I'd love that............ Anyways, sorry for being M.I.A. for so long.... I promise I'll update more frequently.....
Ciao,
Taksh

Adoloscence

The mood swings, the over-confidence, the 'I-am-always-right' attitude, the physical & mental changes. All of us are familiar with this part of our life. Adoloscence. A short, tumultous time of life during which we make some of the most imortant desicions and gain truck loads of knowledge through experience. During adoloscence, each child struggles to find his identity amidst the thousands he is surrounded by. Many pull through and are able to carve a niche fo themeselves, others find themselves as just another face in the crowd. We as adoloscents, or young adults, as our elders so fondly call us, face so many issues while making through this time. Many, if we choose it to be so, can teach us valuable lessons and take us to heights, or leave us scarred for life. Many adoloscents feel what they're going through - anger, resentment, angst - are beyond their control and give up. I say that we CAN channel our energy positively. Some of the greatest works of art, peices of literature, discoveries, inventions have been the result of anger well-channelled. I feel that adoloscence is just another roller coaster in the carnival of life. It has its ups & downs. We can either get off it exhilerated, no doubt, dizzy but braver than before; or end up shaky and puking in the corner.

Remember, Life is what you make it.

Ciao,

Taksh

There Is Something Under The Bed

THERE IS SOMETHING UNDER THE BED

Every night at bedtime,

My heart is heavy with dread;

‘cause there’s something under the bed,

Oozing and spewing forth slime.

Underneath my bed it’s lurking,

Eating bunnies, rabbits, does and deer

Made of dust;

And eating more and more for it, is a must.

At night after its meal,

Under my bed it’s skulking;

I can hear the sounds of

Slurping,

Jerking,

Snoring,

I try to imagine how it would look,

With round eyes and a pointy nose,

Its tail rather curly and redder than a rose;

Yes! It would look like something out of a storybook.

I know when it eats up my under the bed-land bare,

It will take the authority, it will dare;

To try and eat me up

And finish the meal with a burp.

But I shall be armed well

With forks, knives, and a victory bell;

Finally when the battle is won,

I defeat the monster and emerge victorious,

To celebrate this moment glorious,

I spear the creature with immense pleasure and joy,

Which I now realize with grief

Is my sister’s stuffed toy.

School Part I (Geek'd Up)

School. There's something seriously wrong with this six-lettered word and the establishment it represents. You can't live with it, Can't live without it. Just yesterday I was pondering upon the purpose of this institution. Kids, packed liked sardines, are sent to a building, where for the rest of their day, their lives go from mundane to a fierce battle for survival. Only the fittest, wiliest and swiftest survive. The others are eaten up by superiors, teachers etc. Another way to survive this jungle of madness is to be what I call "Study-A-Holic" (that's something like an Alcoholic, only difference is you don't pay any money for the tired, drugged state you achieve 24/7 and the results aren't half as fulfilling). Most Study-a-holics are labeled as Geeks or Dorks and are those people who love to inflict pain upon themselves by being insufferable Know-It-Alls. Sometimes I wonder if these kids are even human because of the sheer magnormity of the social suicide they commit. It's one thing to know certain things and keep them to yourself and it's another thing to literally vomit them out in class like they were a particularly unsavory dish. Apart from the Geeks there is another separate inhumane sect in school social life. Take the dumbest, stupidest, stick-my-finger-in-my-nose type kids and what do you get?? Ta-Da-Da-Dum!!! The Doofuses. They seem to have some special kind enmity with the geeks (I mean, who doesn't, but theirs is a bond is of a special kind) They seem hell bent on irritating everyone including geeks with their stupidity. The bane of all classes, a potential nightmare for all class teachers, these are the kids who'll make rude noises when the "Star Student" (Term reserved for best student in class-a dork. Hmm, rather suspicious that the word 'star' is used. [Stronger proof of my Geek-Alien theory]) is reading his report on The Ugly People Of Wheretheheckistan. They are the ones whose notebooks are almost empty except for one dirty drawing or two. They are the ones who are always considered "Out-Standing" i.e. Standing out in a special reserved space outside the class. We all have a certain affection for them in the soles of our feet, from the deepest, buried crevices in our hearts, even if we don't know it yet.

(But seriously, I don't know where I'm going with this right now, I could keep ranting on for hours but I have to end this article somehow. So, I'll end it as quick as I can.)

Anyway, as I was saying, these were my views on the slightly underprivileged classes of school. These are the unfortunates who are on the bottom of the food chain, fodder for others. They usually wind up as digested matter at the end of the day. This is where you shouldn't (bold and underline) be. To know where you should be, where you are and in general blah from yours truly, keep posted up

Ciao,

Taksh