Why my DAYS are GREEN?

For those of you, who are well-acquainted with the actual meaning of a “green” day, I would first stop to clarify that the heading is merely a wordplay used to represent my obsession with the band Green Day.
For those of you, who just Googled it, holla, I’ve answered one of your queries. I’ve taken the pains to mention a few other queries I face:
~Why Green Day?
~Why does Billie Joe wear make-up?
~Why is Billie Joe drunk as a pirate while performing?
~Don’t you think Linkin Park is better?
~Don’t you think RHCP is better?
~Why do all your blogs have so many questions?
~Do you have a pen?
~Did you brush your teeth?
Well, the blog is all about the first one. As to why Billie Joe wears make-up, swears like he was cursed to use curse words, and depends on booze for his performances, I’d only like to answer by saying, “One of the many things I’ve learnt from his songs is to pay heed to my own s#!t. It’s his life; he can live it the way he wants to. I’ll only enjoy his music, and agree with what he says only if it agrees with what I say.”
Moving on to the innumerable number of fights I’ve had over the past 4 years with friends, family and the now-I-am-not-talking-to-him-because-he-insulted-Green-Day-people, regarding which band is better: I love Green Day because I can relate to their music. The justification of this statement you would find if you don’t click that small cross in the right corner. I’m going to skip the rest; for the sake of this blog.

This blog is about Green Day, because:
1. American Idiot.
People with even the slightest idea about Green Day are familiar with this name. Why does this album get a separate point? Because it made me realize their power. American Idiot is not only an album, but a rock opera. The album kick starts with “American Idiot” as the introductory song. The song which made black jeans, black shirt and red tie a trademark. Our story starts with the story of our hero of the story with “Jesus of Suburbia”, desperate to move out into the city [In a land of make believe; That don't believe in me]. At first, he is overwhelmed by the glitter. And his life’s on “Holiday”. But soon his dreams are crumbled. He finds the “Boulevard of Broken Dreams”.
The music video of Boulevard begins where Holiday’s ended.
Cool, right?
I thought so.
As he progresses, he questions to himself “Are We the Waiting”? He finds “St. Jimmy”, a punk-guru, if you will, [I'm the patron saint of the denial; With an angel face and a taste for suicidal] he yells “Give Me Novacaine”. Enter, the female protagonist. “She’s a Rebel”. She’s an “Extraordinary Girl”. Hence. She doesn’t stay. She writes him a “Letterbomb”[ You're not the Jesus of Suburbia; The St. Jimmy is a figment of; Your father's rage and your mother's love; Made me the idiot America]. He slips away, saying a note “Wake Me Up When September Ends”. Why September? Because that’s the month in which Billie’s father died [Like my father's come to pass; Twenty years has gone so fast; Wake me up when September ends].  Jimmy dies, all is lost, he wants a “Homecoming” [In the streets of shame; Where you've lost your dreams in the rain; There's no signs of hope; The stems and seeds of the last of the dope]. And he ends it all. In the end he remembers her. “Whatsername” has been? [And in the darkest night; If my memory serves me right; I'll never turn back time; Forgetting you, but not the time] Peace.
2. Talent.
So one day Billie and Mike decided they are going to make a band. They made an album. Sold millions of copies worldwide. And everyone lived happily ever after.
L. O. L.
You need mind-blowing lyrics, a flawless voice to represent your band, talented musicians and a little sense of humour.

Lyrics:

[I heard it all before;
So don't knock down my door;
I'm a loser and a user, so I don't need no accuser,
To try and flag me down, because I know you're right] :When I Come Around

[Little girl, little girl, your life is calling; The charlatans and saints of your abandon.
Little one, little one, the sky is falling; Your lifeboat of deception is now sailing.
In the wake all the way no rhyme or reason;
Your bloodshot eyes will show your heart of treason.
Little girl, little girl, you dirty liar; You're just a junkie preaching to the choir] :Viva La Gloria

[So what ails you, is what impales you; I feel like I've been crucified to be satisfied] :Restless Heart Syndrome

[Did you try to live on your own?
When you burned down the house and home?
Did you stand too close to the fire?
Like a liar looking for forgiveness from a stone] :21 Guns

CHECK.

Voice:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PY8s7LoVbtc

CHECK.

Music:

Drums. Bass. Guitars- Electric & Acoustic. Piano. Harmonica.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ijk32UWEkkQ

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KP6sDXmjwWk

CHECK.

Sense of Humour:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V3H_zP_2dWk

CHECK.

Music Videos:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wRE4zP826yA

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=da0JwKT3GyM

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sN0b-adUt9I

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NU9JoFKlaZ0

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eebfMFzJHNs

CHECK.

Crowd-stirring Live Performances:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C6zZeHTMu-k

CHECK.

3. They have a Song for Every Mood.
Do they stick to one genre?
Hell, no!
Try “When It’s Time” and “Peacemaker”

Are you feeling:
Inspired? Listen to “Waiting”

Demotivated? Listen to “Time of Your Life”

Psychotic? Listen to “Basket Case”

Can’t sleep? “Brain Stew”

Just want to dance? “King for a Day”

Romantic?: “Last Night on Earth”

Lonely?: “Walking Alone”

What am I doing with my life? “21^st Century Breakdown”

Peace: “21 Guns”

A non-sense song which has a meaning you can’t understand: “Hitching a Ride”.

TIP: If you are listening to a Green Day song, first see its lyric video. Because I, of all people, know that the lyrics are hard to understand, and hence go unnoticed,  due to BJA’s singing style.

So here I end one of the longest articles I’ve ever written, with never-ending lyrics and tunes flowing out of my head, with gratitude towards all the Youtubers, and with the hope that you had enough bandwidth to see all the links! An ode to the best band in the whole wide world!

When you're at the end of the road; And you lost all sense of control; And your thoughts have taken their toll; When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul; Listen to Green Day!

The Falling Star

Looking up at the night sky, she saw a warm glow in the dark. She saw the glitter, she saw the shimmering droplets of hope. As a part of the vast galaxy, she contemplated over her tiny stand in a world so alien to her. Were they alone? Was she alone?
The stars, all seemed to be together in the sky.
But, were they? Or did they share her loneliness?
A twinkle caught her eye. Captured by it's wholeness, she sat intimidated. It engrossed her. It was the world then. A speck of the distant fire. She could live, feeding on this thought forever.
What if this flow is broken? What if my inspiration is lost?
The stream of light. The river of illumination. The droplet, raining down. And one on my cheek. But, now, I don't miss it. Because there will be several others. Some hanging high, some crumbling under gravity.

Written in Abstract Writing Round, Illuminati, TechnoSearch 2k13, MANIT.

Dear Beaver

Low lying, in the bush n' hedges,

She picks straws and twigs,

To rest 'fore another adventure,

For the cracking of her eggs.

The Nightingale sings

Her ballad for a long stay.

Yet, there he comes

Unwilling to change his way

Walks o'er her dreams

He analysis his spark.

That night she accepts chaos,

She suppresses to sing, opposes to work.

Two moon rises hence forth

She flies to find new grain.

Dear beaver,

Don't do it again.

The Purpose

Sitting on a wooden chair,
Into the abyss I stare.
A token, a task and a tear,
Was all that she left here.

For when I fumbled, when I crumbled,
She was there, keeping me humbled.
I wish her sight in dark, peace in strife,
Hope she finds a purpose in life.

50% THERE

After successfully completing 4 semesters in MANIT, I am now standing at this place where I can ask- what now?

Though, a question arises. What makes my 4 semesters ‘successful’?
Optimistically viewing, the lowest grade I’ve received is a C and I now have a 1000 people in my Facebook friend list. And 14 in Google+ circles. (I guess the Google+ number is a better justification.)

Another question pops up. When did the ‘journey’ actually begin?
The day I was standing in line to submit my form? Or when in my 3rd std I had decided NOT to be an engineer? Or the day I realized MANIT is going to be the answer to question “Which college? MANIT.”

Ah, synonym of COMPROMISE.
I do believe in luck, I do believe in fate. But if only I had not been so indecisive, luck would have favoured me. Fate would have been different.

But was it a mistake? No.
One thing I had learned was to make the best of what I had.

The 1st sem had pretty much been a phase of adjustment. To learn what to talk, where to talk and when not to talk. Getting used to the new schedule (after 2 months of doing absolutely nothing). Learning as many names as possible, and the next day “dude I can’t ask her name again, I asked it yesterday only”.

Till the 2nd sem started I had grasped ‘college life’. Marathons of ROFL-ing. Facebook, Nescafe and friends. No work load, not too much stress for studies (and future), only ‘bakar’. If I had to give a catch-phrase to that semester, it would be “Ignorance is Bliss”. Towards the end of the semester I had given the interview for IBC. Did I know how busy it was going to keep me the next semester? What! I crammed the full-form for its interview.

The holidays had been difficult. 3rd semester – the busiest of them all – joining new societies, events every week, rushing to college on weekends too, coming back late, coming home and still working on posters and ideas, it seemed there was no life outside of all this. Till the time the semester ended, I was exhausted. Not such exhausted that I slept for 12 hours every day (well actually I did, rather, do), but my brain had become ‘coagulated’. I knew I couldn’t do it for long.

The next semester I had to balance it all-studies, Editorial Board, IBC, and the small responsibilities of other societies. It wasn’t an easy job. A lot had to be avoided. A lot had to be put at the back of the brain. And in the end it paid off. I learnt a lot, a lot of just the necessary stuff, most important of all, I learnt to arrange my priorities.

If asked what I would like my next semester to be like, I possibly can not answer this question. I had never anticipated the 4 parts to go like they went.
I do wish to come out with regrets. Because they are the greatest teachers.
I do wish that it is full of surprises. Because they are never boring.

Every second is a choice. Am I scared to make that choice? Yeah! Am I scared to live with that choice?
No.
What does the other half of this 4-year (did you also read Fourier?) journey has in store for me? Well, we’ll see that tomorrow.

Blue

Drop the tensed eyebrows. Drop the curiosity.
How much falls on our senses and how much do we absorb?
Do you hear the rotating fan of your PC?
Do you see your reflection in the screen?
Do you sense the taste on your tongue?

Think. Observe.
Or is it just for the week after you see Sherlock Holmes?

Dive into your mind's deepest secret. Dig out the phantom.

Breathe. Dream.
Or is it just for the week after you see The Pursuit of Happiness?

Do not restrict your imagination. Do not corrupt your soul.

Inquire. Agitate.
Or is it just for the week after you see The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy?

Do not settle for 42. Create your own questions.

Big words?
Merely.
Redundant?
Highly.

Ponder over BLUE.
Is it so simple?
Turquoise? Navy Blue? Sky Blue? Cyan? Royal Blue? Teal? Indigo? Persian Blue?
Have we complicated things?
Pick your blue. Leave the blues.
Increase the brightness. Decrease the contrast. It will be years before the unicorns find you!

Gone With the Wind (book): Review

Scarlett O’ Hara is an ill-tempered, obstinate young girl, brought up in a well-to-do family, in the pre-American Civil War Georgia. She is adored by the men of her county, but loathed by the women folk as a consequence of her candor.
The script is wrapped up with realistic characters, such as the rogue Rhett Butler (who has a sweet corner for Scarlett), the benevolent Melanie Hamilton (who sees nothing but good in everyone) and the honorable Ashley Wilkes (whom Scarlett cherishes). The book revolves around the gradual changes in her spirit, as reactions to the sudden outbreak of hunger and poverty in a country which is yearning for peace. Margaret Mitchell had put forward the books in the following words:
I wrote about people who had gumption and people who didn't.

It is a story of discovery of love, of birth of strength, of the need of greed, the wits of a survivor and the weight of downfall. We follow Miss O’ Hara from difficulties to luxuries; from sheer disappointments to exquisite exhilaration; from her innocence to becoming a fretful adult.The people she meets, the landscapes she observes, the incidents she experiences and her resultant thoughts and emotions have been finely detailed, in such energy that the reader himself feels compelled to be physically shaken. It seems as if you were actually present in the country in crisis, in the troubled times and in the happy memories. It is a roller coaster ride, creating a phase of turmoil about values and relations, converting hate to respect.

Like any good work of writing, it is carefully entwined; small elements have been be referenced where they were not expected.

"I had every detail clear in my mind before I sat down to the typewriter.” -The author

The writer crashes surprises at the beginning and end of chapters, which blends thrills into the text. Every sentence is creatively written, either you can fast-read it to grasp the story or absorb each sentence for its deeper meaning.
 It is a blend of beautifully woven characters in a typhoon of circling emotions, with a tinge of humour, a classic, a very readable piece for every big and small novel lover.

Now that I’m done with the book and its review, what will I do with my life? “No, I won’t think about this now. I’ll think of it tomorrow. I can stand it then. After all, tomorrow is another day.”