What do you call this state??

This is a state of no reason …. U feel like u r drowning in an ocean and you are crying out for help at the top of your voice and there is no one to rescue you. you at times wish if you get one wish from an imaginary genie and you would ask nothing but job in a decent company ready to work your ass out but u open the eyes and see this mundane world trying to drag you into the quicksand of interviews and questions and you would wish for only one opportunity to prove yourself but u r denied. You prepare again and again trying to be a perfectionist but on the day the gatekeeper to the professional life asks you questions like as though he is shooting at the enemy with a ak47 and yet you fight your way through with all the pain and preparation you put through but he shoots one bullet that something you would have missed or never came across you feel so irritated so frustrated with the life that you get and feel like stabbing him right through his heart where he would bleed like honey leaking out of the beehive and you would enjoy watching it .

This is the life of any person who is in between his finished education and waiting for the opportunity to put all their efforts skills and all these years of preparation and time you would be called as the employee or the employer.

You would call a person who is studying as student and person working as an employee or employer but in the stage of unemployment what do you call him?? Unemployee??? Is there a word like that??? One would call a student or an employee what about the person in between UNEMPLOYED PERSON??? Doesn’t he have a title? I don’t like it .it’s a state of honor but no one respects that this is a state which everyone has to remember this is a state where for once in your life you be fully prepared for everything that would change your life forever .

And I am proud to be here….and you should be too…because we maybe unemployed now but not forever.

By

TAZZ

I LOVE MUSIC

I think music drives me like a steering of a car especially that of a Ford Mustang GT 500. I don't know about other people, but i have a particular song for every particular memory or event in my life. I don't know if i am being stupid or not but i listen to sad songs when i want to be sad, maybe i am different or maybe not but normally people would want to listen to some humpy bumpy music when they are sad coz they think that it might cheer them up. let me tell you one my experiences from my life it was 2nd yr and i flunked in 4 subjects that sem, i went to my room and i saw my friends listening to MY HUMP MY HUMP song by black eyed peas. i seriously could not understand, i asked him " what are you celebrating about?" he replied " who is celebrating you f****r' i flunked in 5 subjects so what should i do?" i had no clue on what to do, i went to my terrace and started listening to "new york nagaram" song from one of the Surya's movies.

I really don't know if i failed in my love life, to be precise i don't know if i ever loved a girl seriously but when i listen to "povadhe prema" song from "oye" i start wiping my eyes, and then i say hats off to yuvan shankar raja. seriously everyone has a song of their own, even you, but i had a crush for one girl and that year the bloody "bommarillu" movie released, man! i say, that movie really sucked me up and the music, god! i heard a million times and whenever i see that girl i would play the songs of the movie in my mind but now i listen to only povadhe prema maybe you know why. Anyways I have seen this effect in my brother, he used to listen to the song from "nuvu nenu prema" the song in which bhoomika and surya walk and dance around in park, then i found out that my brother was in love. Bloody fella , i think he imagined himself in surya's position and his love in bhoomika's place and believe it or not he once said she looked just like bhoomika, that instant i thought, MAN! this has gone too far.

I have gained a quiet lot of pounds so whenever i see myself in mirror i say to myself its time to put ghajini in me to action so one day i ran to the gym and i turned on my ipod and started playing this song "i am a travelling soldier" and ran for 2 miles without stopping and then i went home thinking tomorrow i am going to run 4 miles and my legs cramped and i didn't go to gym from then on and you know what i did the next minute i deleted that song.

Apart from this i have some songs which take me back in time to the days i had lots of fun with my friends especially songs from "varanam ayiram (surya s/o krishnan)" it takes me back to the my engg life those bike rides, haa! they never return i say. Its that age and time, anyways i thought of writing about this coz i had no work today since morning, i was just lying down on my bed with my left hand on my laptop doing nothing and my right hand on my tummy measuring it and ears listening to music and eyes looking into the plain ceiling then when this song from backstreet boys never gone "INCOMPLETE" started playing then i thought of writing about it because i don't know about others, but life is incomplete for me without music. Each and every song reminds of the moments i shared with everyone in my life and the time spent with them.

Who am I??

WHO AM I? This is the most basic question which everyone asks themselves. I presume EVERYONE but I don’t know about others but about me, I am a kind of person who thinks everything is easy and I can achieve anything if I put my heart to it. This kind of thinking made my life easy but does making life easy means sitting and watching movies all day long, going to the movies and watching 3 to 4 in a line, when the sun dips into the pacific ocean I realize it’s the time for me to dip into a state of no responsibility, into a state where I sometimes forget what I am doing, and into a state where I forget who I am?, and into the state where I realize I had to many bottles today and I am about to puke. Next day morning when my phone rings, it’s time to get up and go to work (boss calls), working like shit to a boss who never pays on time. And apart from work I plan my whole week for one day, the day we play cricket, in this week I sulk like a baby if I don’t play well and if I do play well, I plan for the next match. When Thursday comes , me and my friends go on long rides into the western coast of beautiful California enjoying the scenic beauty, riding along the coast and when the winds pass by my window and touch my cheeks and brushes my hair I forget everything. I sit in cold beach and I look into the water and lay feet in freezing cold water and when my spine shivers I realize maybe I have done something right in my life and maybe that’s the reason I am here.

what can i write about...????

Here it goes., i opened the blogger nearly after 3 yrs as i didn't know that i had a blogger account. Then, i realized that "oh!! i have a blogger account". Coz i opened this blog i thought of writing something and then i recalled whatever i wanted to write or tried to make up something to write.Then, i told myself its been 3 yrs let me write about my experiences in the past 3 yrs, but will my friends like it when they read it.. well its been a long time then karthikeyan my college mate from whom i copied the first blog which is in my blog list knocked in me and then i thought, what will he think when he reads this and say "aah!! this fellow would have copied from one of our friends !!!", so i stopped and thought to write about my experiences in USA, from the day i came here till now, but then my other friends came to my mind and i thought "why would they be interested in reading my experience's in this bloody USA, then why would they be interested to read when i write that life in USA is very mechanical and no one has time to see things or go places and why would they be interested in knowing things that getting a car license is more easier than getting a bike license unlike india and why would they want to know that there are NO punjabi dhaba's here even though USA is full of punjabi's in case we could go and eat some red hot chicken and have some drinks in midnight with some friends while taking them on a long ride." No way!!!! Hmm!! then i thought about writing my college but when they read about my college they would say that college life in INDIA is way much better than life in USA coz friends just come to classes they need and leave just as soon they are done unlike india where 'sitting around benches and having some chit chat, taking about nonsense to useful things aren't there and they would feel bored' so i stopped myself and told myself "WHEN U HAVE NOTHING TO WRITE THEN SHUT THE HELL UP AND MIND UR BUSINESS AND DON'T TRY TO WASTE OTHERS TIME "

so thinking about that i thought not to write anything anyways reading this my roomates are ready with eggs, tomatoes and chappells so gotta go coz they are waiting.

anyways to make u sure of what u read.... I DID NOT WRITE ANYTHING.


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