tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87301233090888662024-03-12T18:46:29.230-07:00NewSenseNemesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05869191754082609133noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730123309088866.post-56044301319276859552015-09-10T06:06:00.000-07:002015-09-10T06:06:05.542-07:00A million miles, so far yet so close..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="termHighlighted" style="background-color: rgba(251, 246, 167, 0.498039); font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 7.168px;">A</span><span style="line-height: 7.168px;"> </span><span class="termHighlighted" style="background-color: rgba(251, 246, 167, 0.498039); font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 7.168px;">million</span><span style="line-height: 7.168px;"> </span><span class="termHighlighted" style="background-color: rgba(251, 246, 167, 0.498039); font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 7.168px;">miles</span><span style="line-height: 7.168px;"> apart we are,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 7.168px;">with every second this distance grows,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 7.168px;">But I feel you with every breath,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 7.168px;">See you even when eyes close.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br style="line-height: 7.168px;" />
<span style="line-height: 7.168px;">Like </span><span class="termHighlighted" style="background-color: rgba(251, 246, 167, 0.498039); font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 7.168px;">a</span><span style="line-height: 7.168px;"> breath of fresh air,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 7.168px;">you made my life new,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 7.168px;">I will walk that extra </span><span class="termHighlighted" style="background-color: rgba(251, 246, 167, 0.498039); font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 7.168px;">mile</span><span style="line-height: 7.168px;">,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 7.168px;">Just for you.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br style="line-height: 7.168px;" />
<span style="line-height: 7.168px;">Thinking of you night </span><span class="termHighlighted" style="background-color: rgba(251, 246, 167, 0.498039); font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 7.168px;">and</span><span style="line-height: 7.168px;"> day,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 7.168px;">has taken over all I do,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 7.168px;">how we met, how life changed,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 7.168px;">has not yet sunk through.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br style="line-height: 7.168px;" />
<span style="line-height: 7.168px;">'This is </span><span class="termHighlighted" style="background-color: rgba(251, 246, 167, 0.498039); font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 7.168px;">a</span><span style="line-height: 7.168px;"> dream' I tell myself,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 7.168px;">awake or asleep, i have no clue,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 7.168px;">Then I hear your voice,feel your love,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="termHighlighted" style="background-color: rgba(251, 246, 167, 0.498039); font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 7.168px;">and</span><span style="line-height: 7.168px;"> my dream comes true.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br style="line-height: 7.168px;" />
<span style="line-height: 7.168px;">Every thought of you brightens me up,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 7.168px;">it brings </span><span class="termHighlighted" style="background-color: rgba(251, 246, 167, 0.498039); font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 7.168px;">a</span><span style="line-height: 7.168px;"> smile with </span><span class="termHighlighted" style="background-color: rgba(251, 246, 167, 0.498039); font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 7.168px;">a</span><span style="line-height: 7.168px;"> teardrop,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 7.168px;">Like the rainbow that brightens the sky,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 7.168px;">after sunshine with </span><span class="termHighlighted" style="background-color: rgba(251, 246, 167, 0.498039); font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 7.168px;">a</span><span style="line-height: 7.168px;"> raindrop.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br style="line-height: 7.168px;" />
<span style="line-height: 7.168px;">To see you smile, my only wish,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 7.168px;">To be with you, my endeavour,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 7.168px;">I will make you mine, come what may,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 7.168px;">I will love you, forever,forever.</span></div>
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Nemesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05869191754082609133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730123309088866.post-25980526458029781202009-03-09T23:17:00.000-07:002009-03-09T23:22:41.686-07:00Just another day!Another sun rise<br />Another new day<br />Another rising hope<br />Another prayer to say.<br /><br />Another lyric wrote<br />Another song sung<br />Another stick lit<br />Another black lung.<br /><br />Another bus missed<br />Another long wait<br />Another silly excuse<br />Another blame on fate.<br /><br />Another line of code<br />Another debug<br />Another long meeting<br />Another coffee mug.<br /><br />Another deep breath<br />Another second ticked<br />Another day gone<br />Another chance missed.<br /><br />Another empty thought<br />Another blank stare<br />Another sleepless night<br />Another greying hair.<br /><br />Another lonely moment<br />Another tear drop<br />Another drying tear<br />Another full stop.Nemesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05869191754082609133noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730123309088866.post-42439615910742562092009-02-27T00:26:00.001-08:002009-03-01T02:21:25.163-08:00Little rascals..Emoticons...<br />They are definitely one of the cutest 'inventions' (for lack of a better word) .. Also, they have to be one of the most used/over-used/misused/abused symbols on a day-to-day basis.. But what interests me the most is the name that these little rascals have 'EMOT-ICONS'.. So, when broken down, the name suggests that these are icons that emote the feelings of people.. And trust me they do a wonderful job..<br /><br />Say for instance, you tell some one<span style="font-weight: bold;"> 'I LOVE YOU'</span> and they may get freaked out, depending upon what your relationship is.. But just follow this up with our little emoticon <span style="font-weight: bold;">'I LOVE YOU :-P' </span>and wallah!!! they know you are kidding...<br /><br />But just sit back and think what would happen if the hyphen was moved by a letter to 'EMOTI-CONS'... Right.. these little rascals can also con our emotions.... What if you actually love someone but can't tell them that... You can just slip in a <span style="font-weight: bold;">'I LOVE YOU :-P'</span>... By doing this you have successfully conned your emotions but also got this confession off your chest...<br /><br />So what the hell, you atleast have had the chance to tell the person.. What if he/she did not get your emoti'c'on... Kudos you little rascals...<br /><img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_biggrin.gif" alt="biggrin" title="biggrin" width="15" height="15" /><img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_confused.gif" alt="confused" title="confused" width="15" height="15" /><img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_cool.gif" alt="cool" title="cool" width="15" height="15" /><img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_cry.gif" alt="cry" title="cry" width="15" height="15" /><img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_eek.gif" alt="eek" title="eek" width="15" height="15" /><img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_evil.gif" alt="evil" title="evil" width="15" height="15" /><img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_lol.gif" alt="lol" title="lol" width="15" height="15" /><img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_mad.gif" alt="mad" title="mad" width="15" height="15" /><img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt="mrgreen" title="mrgreen" width="15" height="15" /><img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_neutral.gif" alt="neutral" title="neutral" width="15" height="15" /><img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_razz.gif" alt="razz" title="razz" width="15" height="15" /><img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_rolleyes.gif" alt="rolleyes" title="rolleyes" width="15" height="15" /><img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_redface.gif" alt="redface" title="redface" width="15" height="15" /><img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_sad.gif" alt="sad" title="sad" width="15" height="15" /><img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_smile.gif" alt="smile" title="smile" width="15" height="15" /><img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_surprised.gif" alt="surprised" title="surprised" width="15" height="15" /><img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_twisted.gif" alt="twisted" title="twisted" width="15" height="15" /><img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_wink.gif" alt="wink" title="wink" width="15" height="15" /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">P.S: This was just a passing thought and I wrote it down to remind myself that I thought of this thought someday.. </span>Nemesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05869191754082609133noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730123309088866.post-25044970367527256132009-02-26T21:50:00.000-08:002009-03-11T04:19:59.582-07:00My first gig..Imagine you are in a rock band and you have to play at a major rock gig and the vocalist has a sore throat. Now if you think that is bad, imagine you are the vocalist...<br /><br />Well this is what happened to me a few years back when me and my college band, Suede, had to play at Campus Rock Idols in Manipal. It was the first major competition we were going to play at and was really important for us. But as luck had to have it, I woke up that morning unable to utter a damn word.... I had the worst sore throat in the history of sore throats!!<br /><br />This was not the first time I had had a sore throat 'attack' and my mum, as knowledgeable as she is, knew all about them and the ways to get rid of them.. So then began the saga of home remedies.<br />The first one to bite the dust was the most trusted salt water gargle.. yes, the great salt water gargle that has cured millions and billions of sore throats. But the one that I had was definitely paranormal and a simple salt water gargle was no match for it.<br />But this first failure did not deter my mum and she soon followed up with a concoction of black pepper and honey. Now this is something which generally did the trick for me for black pepper was the ONE THING that i chewed on before all singing competitions and it had worked wonders. But only until this day!!!<br /><br />My mum was extremely worried but she is not the one to give up so easily. She was determined to get me up and running in time for the gig which was that evening. But time was not a luxury that day because the gig was in Manipal which is about 60 kilometres from my place i.e. about an hour and half by car. And also, we needed a sound check and some practice before the big event. I was short on time and had to leave home ASAP and so I put on my best clothes and set out.<br /><br />I met up with rest of the guys and we left to Manipal, hoping for a great event. But the guys were really worried because the song that I was supposed to perform - Coming Back To Life by Pink Floyd - was sounding extremely good during our jams and we believed it was our trump card and I had this damned throat buster. Somewhere along the road Fidel(bassist) suggested that I should try out this new thing called 'Gargle and Gulp'. It was this sore throat relief syrup from Smyle, the ad for which he had seen on TV just a few days back. Thanks to whoever that is that invented the television and not to mention, gargle and gulp biggrinbiggrin<br /><br />As you would have guessed by now, I had found the remedy to my plight, my saving grace, my elixir... The modus operandi was fairly simple: Take a sip, gargle for 30 seconds and gulp it down.. A piece of cake I must say to tackle the worst sore throat in history... I was feeling better and better every time I had gurgled and gulped.<br /><br />The show had started, 4 bands had already played and rocked and it was our turn. The guys got on stage with Rohit to sing the first number. He set up the mood with the high tempo 'Highway Star'.. It was really amazing the way he got the crowd going and all this while I was praying that my voice would not play spoilsport. Rohit's song was over and now it was my turn.. It was the moment I had been waiting for a long time.. A chance to sing in front of a huge crowd.. So I did the last gargle and the last gulp and got on stage.. It was an amazing rush to get on stage, to hold the mic, to begin the song, to watch the lighters in the air, to hear the crowd cheer!!! An experience of a lifetime was what it was and I have 'Gurgle and Gulp' to thank for it!!!!Nemesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05869191754082609133noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730123309088866.post-20598410051669428612009-02-24T22:40:00.000-08:002009-02-27T00:20:44.729-08:00Time to kill....Born on the first day of the last month of the 84th year of the 20th century, I take pride in the fact that I start the month of joy, December. I don't really believe in sunsigns or astrology but since I do have one, its nice to mention that I am a Sagittarian. And in the words of the great Jim Morrison, a Sagittarian himself, we are the most philosophical of all signs. This does not make me philosphical because I do not believe in this, or does it?<br /><br />When I decided to start this blog, I had just one intention and that was to keep myself busy during times that I was not busy <img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_biggrin.gif" alt="biggrin" title="biggrin" width="15" height="15" /> The idea was to 'kill' time before it 'killed' me of boredom and what better way than to bore someone else while putting an end to yours and what better 'weapon' for this than a blog. So, here I am, venturing into this big 'bad' world of blogging to share vivid memories of my life with friends and absolute strangers/potential friends and more importantly, kill time...Nemesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05869191754082609133noreply@blogger.com5