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Monday, March 17, 2008

The Art of Rebellion

When must you condone something that you know is wrong? So many times in life one has to face bad people doing bad things, and stand quietly by the roadside watching the show. On so many occasions, one sees someone fighting the world for the sake of what is right and chooses to turn their back on the courage and truth they perceive. What pushes a person to make that choice?

Somewhere along our way from childhood to adulthood, we are taught to be civilized and cultured. Behind this facade, we learn to conceal our emotions, our imaginations, and our individual conscience. Slowly, we start believing that this is actually the correct way to live, and all those idealistic fools who rally in support of their beliefs are losers and laughingstocks. As we gain higher social stature, any kind of stigma attached to our names becomes a source of secret despair and public humiliation. People go to great lengths to hide anything that might be perceived as a weakness or a chink in their armour. Any spark of rebelliousness or original thought is quickly doused with the cold spray of collective wisdom and social conscience.


For all that is said and done, "When in Rome, do as the Romans do". To live in this world of hypocrites, sometimes you have to look the other way. Sometimes, if you want to succeed in the long run, you have to compromise on issues close to your heart. They call it "strategy" in the big books we read. I call it waiting for the right time and turning your opponent's game on him or her. To play the game and win at it, sometimes you have to understand that a battle lost can win you the war.


Play on my friends, battle on to the end.

Lose not your soul now, salvation's around the bend!

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Songs of Summer

Wakeful dreams of silk and gold,
Summer dreams of old:
Shelter through the heat and cold,
Simple dreams I sold.

Fleeting pleasures over time,
Sinful pleasures, all mine.
Softly, rising, morn' and night,
Slowly heartbeats climb.

Fading music, fading light,
Sultry music through the night,
Play the strings your soul demands,
No wrong, and no right.

Swiftly diving through it all
Waves of rise and fall.
Summer dreams, both new and old,
Watch how they unfold.

(You lose your heart to love's call,
You wake up and watch it fall.
Life calls back, summer ends too soon,
Love forever stays without you.

Don't look back on summer love.
Throw away its silken glove.
The songs you heard, you sang, are gone.
Your soul is burnt and eyes forlorn.

Do not cry for what is gone,
Never show your heart is torn,
For summer is a season at best,
Fading away with summer's crest.)

Summer dreams, they come and go,
Summer passing fast and slow.
What was done must fade away,
Once a child, now old & grey.