Night Time Diaries Part 2

Blink blink blink goes the cursor. What an enigmatic existence I lead after the lights out :D Music blasts through my ears at full volume and I subtly continue to bob my head along to the beat. Once I start writing, it's hard to stop. Its an addictive drug.

Nerd glasses?

-Check

Comfy pillow?

-Check

Covers to keep me toasty

-Check

Well, it looks like we're all set. Lets delve into the mystic world of black and grey shall we?

Sometimes soltitude in silence is not enough. Sometimes I feel the need to escape further from the noisy noisy world.

Which is why this time, instead of a ramble, I shall write a poem.

Now, I'm just gonna wing it, so I warn you, it may not make much sense :D

But read on any ways... Tap tappity tap tap

Purple moonlight and silvery grey stars

The wind beneath my sails,

A whisper from Mars

Sweet and sublime, an ocean of dreams

No boundaries no limits

As vast as it seems

Curiouser and curiouser, Alice's world down the hole

Birds soar the azure

Monkeys swing from the pole

We dance in the rain, we walk to the light

We revel in the glow

Of velvet so bright

We search and we seek, our purpose on earth

Why are we here?

On Gaia our hearth

The pale blue ocean and the swell of the seas

The misty grey sky

Atomic green trees

God has a plan, a plan for us all

Are we just pawns

Waiting for a call?

Or are we the masters of free will enchained

Purple moonlight and grey

Plus silver maintained

So there you have it! :D

I'm done.

Sooo my question is,

What is our purpose here on Earth?

Night Time Diaries Part 1

My neck is messed up and my head hurts.

But tonight, I don't feel like sinking into silence. Tonight, I feel like typing away. My room is pitch dark, patches of it illuminated by the white glare coming off the screen of my laptop. A small section of my blue and white stripy wall; (that I jokingly refer to as Obelix's pyjamma) is all that is visible of my own little sanctuary from the world.

The night is silent. That silence is only broken by the low hum of my fan as it goes about its business. And of course by my tapping :D

Distant memories of a delicious cheesecake and insignificantly tasty dinner do come to mind but it feels like they are from a different slice of the universe. Once the door to my room closes, I am in my own space time quantum.

The land of the lonely ones. I believe that it is in isolation that we truly understand ourselves, because it is in absolute isolation that the voice inside our head asks all those questions.

Night time is beautiful. I don't understand why humans are such puny, photo-dependent creatures. Being nocturnal is MUCH more fun.

I take pictures with my crappy low quality iPod camera and then I laugh at my own pretentiousness. Even by the faint emissions of my screen, I feel the need to whip out my cam and click away.

I feel like a caveman from the days of yore, sitting in his dark cave, basking in the dim glow of his crude (albeit in my case it is 'exceptionally advanced') light source, telling tales to emptiness. I recall I remember the bygones and then I ponder some more upon what is still to come.

Whoever said that we teenagers are mindless things???

There is far too much on our minds, so sometimes we forfeit the present in favor of what WAS and what COULD have been. I heartily enjoy doing this, rambling like an old timer with all the time in the world at his disposal; after all, did I not mention the space time continuum?

I can barely bend my head now, it hurts far too much. But I am very much in favor of making suchlike nightly rambles a daily thing. What say fellow denizens of netspace?

Beauty, Gouge out the glass eyes

Beauty.

It's a very subjective topic.

Beauty, as they say, is in the eye of the beholder. Looking beautiful has a different meaning for everyone. However, we the people, are stuck in this never ending quest to find beauty.

To capture the elusive aura that is perfection. It is one thing to be concerned about your looks, however it is a totally separate matter to obsess over the opinions of other people.

We destroy ourselves in an innate effort to look good, to be perfect.

Layers on top of layers - Mascara, blush, eyeliner, eyeshadow, lipstick, lip balm... it goes on and on.

Vanity is not found only on the runway.

No.

Vanity is the guy standing in front of a mirror, taking hours to fix his tie, telling himself it is perfect.

Vanity is the teen, spending an eternity on his hair, telling himself it is perfect.

Vanity manifests in our reflection, after all, self depreciation is an art form rarely practiced.

Tears, giggles, blood sweat and ink. The pictures say it all. Our world is truly a dark one. Nothing ever actually fades away, nor does it leave a mark permanent enough. We burn all the good things to warm ourselves on the embers.

Asphyxiation.

Silent suffocation under layers and layers of false promise while anguished souls try to clamber out. THAT is society in a nutshell. Mechanical humans who love you when the limelight is shining. The moment it turns to someone else, "poof" go your dreams.

You are an untouchable.

Being different is like signing your own death warrant. We are young and we love it. We contort our limbs, twist and turn to be able to fit into the box society wants us in. It is the era of irony. We humans proudly wear the labels our peers assign to us, all the while chanting "I'm unique, I'm unique"

It's a funny world. Funnier so, when placed on a paper platter to be dissected by millions of people per day, who laugh it off and shrug, "That can't be me, I'm unique, I'm unique"

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