Hey, Hey, My, My... Rock 'n' Roll Can Never Die

  When I was a kid, I only listened to the stuff on MTV or VH1 and my brother had a huge collection of music. All the amazing old stuff. He would also buy music online, or sometimes when people weren't selling there music commercially yet he would ask them if he could buy their stuff. Which is real nice thing to do if you ask me. Although he could do these things back then because he was earning. I, on the other hand am not yet, so I have to resort to sharing or downloading. So the kind of music I listened to then was mostly just a lot of Pop or Rap, or Hip Hop. Now I have nothing against this kind of music, but sometimes you don't know what you're missing out on when you haven't tasted the best. As a kid I didn't know why people were so crazy about a bunch of old music. May be because they're growing old I thought. This music in reality way older then them!
     After my listen-to-everything-in-trend phase I jumped to hard rock, or metal. That was a huge leap. Why did I do that? I wanted to prove to someone really annoying that I listen to all sorts of music, when in reality I wasn't even close to it. Maybe I will never be. I listened to aggressive stuff because it helped me cope with things. Sometimes you need to increase the volumes outside to drown out the voices inside. After that suddenly, and I don't know why or how that happened but I shifted to really soft mellow acoustic indie stuff.
   I met a guy in grey, from this random place that I never expected to meet him from. He told me about how much he liked Pink Floyd. Of course I'd heard of them but never actually heard them. Maybe once I'd heard Comfortably numb because my brother said it was a good song, but I didn't listen to it with my heart. The first song he shared with me was Smile-David Gilmour. After that night I couldn't stop listening to it! It felt like I was floating on the clouds. Like all my worries were going to melt away. Then the next song he suggested was Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd. That was the time I asked myself how did I not listen to them until now? What could have been the reason for me to not listen to such amazing pieces?
   Then the man in grey t-shirt told me that he liked the early Floyd more, the time when Syd Barrett was in the band. Since my first song was by David Gilmour I couldn't accept Syd much because Gilmour himself is a great guitar player. But every time I would look at a picture of Syd, it would remind me of the man in grey. Which was absurd, but it still happens. So this one day, I saw a documentary on Syd. Man, did I cry like a baby! Then I decided to download Syd's full discography. Maybe its not for everyone, I suggested it to some people but they don't like it as much. Although I think he was a lyrical genius.
    After this something really awesome happened, I discovered NARNIA on Tumblr. I mean that Tumblr is Narnia for people who are part of a fandom. For me, Classic Rock had already chosen me. I discovered my love for Syd, Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, The Rolling Stones, The Doors, The Who, The Velvet Underground, Bob Dylan, Neil Young, Elvis Presley, King Crimson, Jimmy Hendrix and just too many more.

I Should Read This Every Morning

Everything is one. It's there one moment disappears the other. Nothing lasts forever. This is it. Everything is meaningless. Make this count. Use it as a game. Don't get serious, don't expect stuff. Let it flow. You can't quit, but choose another path. Breathe. Bathe in the beauty. Bask in the sunlight. Feel the sand between your toes. Let it rain. Feel the pain. It won't come again. Pleasure yourself by all possible means. Eat all you want. Cry your eyes out. Don't get attached to this. It's not going to stay. Keep jumping or you'll fall on your face.
You'll want to be like they say you should, but how are they doing? Are they living their dream? If they are, even that's a phase, there's never one dream when you are too close to one you'll want another. Keep jumping. You'll want to attach because that's how you're programmed. But it won't last either. You were born alone you will die alone. You don't need anyone's approval to live life. They're mortals too. They are not superior to you, neither are you superior to them. Things that begin will end. It's okay to feel bad about it. But the reason you feel bad about it is because you expected it to last forever, which was your fault. People are vicious they like to coat themselves up with a mask because that's what you're supposed to be, but sadly supposed to bes and ares are poles apart. Your heat beats differently every minute. You're growing older every minute. Get over it. Things will always happen. They're happening right now. Pay attention.

Inseperable

                                                                        PART II
        Shweta was wearing her favorite blue frock and sitting quietly on the chair next to her mother. Bored she kept telling her she wants to go home. Her mother replies, "Just a little while dear, why don't you go play with your cousins?"
"But I don't want to, they keep telling me to wait on the side and that I'm not old enough to play with them"
She was only six and all her cousins were a decade older who preferred playing their own games that would not include a kid.
"Its going to end soon I promise, its the last part of the wedding. Go get a plate of ice cream from the counter" She comes back with vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce poured all over it. Shweta decides to wait until it melts a little because it tastes better.
       The bride is now leaving the hall and a group of people are around her, some crying, some consoling each other.
"Ma, why are didi and maasi crying?"
"Didi is going to her new home"
"Whats wrong with her old home?"
"She is going to live with Shreyash jiju"
"Will maasi go to the new home?"
"No, maasi will live her in her old home"
"Why is she going if she doesn't want to go?"
"She is going because she loves Shreyash jiju and wants to start a family with him"
"So why is she crying?"
"Because she will miss her ma"
Shweta is quiet for a while. She decides she doesn't want to eat the ice cream anymore and puts aside the plate on the chair next to hers.
"So will I have to go like Divya didi?"
"Well, if you get married you would"
"But I dont want to go! I want to stay with you!"
"We'll see about that when you're Divya didi's age"
"Will you let me go? You don't even let me go to Anuja's house"
"That's because she lives far and you're still a little small to travel all alone"
The mother then stands up to meet the bride the last time. When she comes back to her chair, she is wiping tears off her eyes.
"Ma, did you cry when you got married?"
"I did not, your pappa had a bet with your mamas that I wont cry. So I didn't" She smiled.
"So you don't miss your ma?" She went silent. Stood up and hugged her. "Until I got married, I couldn't imagine life without her. Wouldn't you miss your ma?"
"I'm not going anywhere ma. I promise. I love you soooooooo much" She said with her arms open wide.
 Shweta's mother kissed her on the cheek as she fell asleep on her shoulder.