backstreeters

As I was listening to one of the most “chart buster[ed]” song from the backstreet boys,
this is us..
“if I could change the story’s ending to a new to know the meaning of….”

I was clueless about the story and so was I about the song.. I learnt that it never had much relevance as far as my life was concerned but I knew that I was making a new beginning as I was successful in making a *happy ending*.. understood that I have grown up a bit and that my namby pambies were worth a 1K more if I end it in “style”.. I did.. feel so proud of whatever I am today, have the power of vocab,language,expression and everything and anything that is required to sustain in this planet.. yes! And I am learning everyday, most importantly.. welcoming the change and the changes, resorting less to complicated words and avoiding complications.:) crisp sentences are crispy indeed! So much more so..
In a short while the kid will start earning too and will be going places, chucking those people who don’t belong to my league.. and defining a new league every “half a league , half a league!” but wishing to take everyone of those “chucked” with me because it wasnot their mistake, I was the one , mistaken.. they are innocent trust me! I forgive them all, because I was “mistaken time and again”.. choice! I Chose the wrong door ,neo! I don’t care if people are reading this or they are just a piece of another “writeup by apocalypso”.. never cared for anything or anybody because whenever I did “there were namby pambies” causing enoromous amount of friction , sufficient to “fire up” the whole place..
Metaphors ! love them..

shades of shakespeare

On a day — alack the day!

—Love, whose month is ever May,


Spied a blossom passing fairPlaying in the wanton air


sonnets to sundry notes of music, ii [william shakespeare]


But release me from my bands


With the help of your good hands.


Gentle breath of yours my sailsMust fill,


or else my project fails,Which was to please.


Now I wantSpirits to enforce, art to enchant;


And my ending is despair,Unless I be reliev'd by prayer,


Which pierces so that it assaultsMercy itself, and frees all faults.


As you from crimes would pardon'd be,Let your indulgence set me free.


prospero in the tempest


just a few crisp lines that i found a bit intersting..

the hoby!

Finally found that when I fixed my 4th string with the 3rd , I played the best concord of my life[on multichords], the tune is so etched in my guitar that invariably it has become its chorus and no wonder! playing some other tune would be defying its integrity then. yes! “It” takes that too personally. Can’t really keep everything and anything within this small self of “myself” unless I write it down somewhere, I feel daunted by the sum of some of the facts.. you see!
I started playing a year ago but soon I stopped going to my guitar classes and the reason being I was kept on single chords for a month or so. Until the next vacation when I played a Pluto [and it was far better than my hobner! But I love my hoby] I went onto play the two base chords in quite an uncluttered fashion, at the first pluck, cmon! Nobody has actually taught you to pluck multiple strings but how are you doing it when you really have no idea about the minors too..that was what I thought then. Now it’s a different story I play a new tune every second thus I am keeping it young and fresh..