Your eyes

Never before have I found such comfort in darkness
.. such warmth in depth. 
Looking at them puts my whole life in perspective
As if my soul itself had been waiting for this,
Since the beginning of time effective

I see my world in them, full of affection and love they always are,
They don't feel to be away, even if they are quite far

Such innocence is hidden in them, i get scared, what if i hurt them?
But that is what makes me want to be their guardian, their gem.

Outer whiter than the deepest pearl and center darker than the night sky, 
I feel utterly complete when i stare into them and realize "She is mine"

Your eyes are the most beautiful things in nature since the dawn of time, 
I could just stare at them for ever and ever.

-Yours Forever




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Unholy Union : Rebecca Black and Lamb of God

So I heard a lot of noise about this song by Rebecca Black. Haven't heard the song itself, but the lyrics were impeccable. But somehow, I felt they are incomplete. Lamb of God completes them for her. These are the two songs, Friday (RB) and Laid to Rest (LOG) put together, lyrically alone, and see how good they go together. This comes off as a message to RB, I feel.

So here's how it goes...

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If there was a single day I could live (Oo-ooh-ooh, hoo yeah, yeah)

A single breath I could take (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'd trade all the others away (oooh yeah, yeah yeah)

7am, waking up in the morning, the bloods on the wall,

Gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs, so you might as well just admit it,

Gotta have my bowl, gotta have cereal, and bleach out the stains

Seein’ everything, the time is goin’, commit to forgetting it

Tickin’ on and on, everybody’s rushin’, better off empty and blank

Gotta get down to the bus stop,

Gotta catch my bus, I see my friends (left with a single pathetic trace of this)

Kickin’ in the front seat, smother another failure

Sittin’ in the back seat, lay this to rest

Gotta make my mind up, console yourself

Which seat can I take?, you're better alone

It’s Friday, Friday, destroy yourself

Gotta get down on Friday, see who gives a fuck

Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend, weekend, absorb yourself

Friday, Friday, you're better alone

Gettin’ down on Friday

Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend, destroy yourself

Partyin’, partyin’ (Yeah), I'll chain you to the truth

Partyin’, partyin’ (Yeah), for the truth shall set you free

Fun, fun, fun, fun, I'll turn the screws of vengeance

Lookin’ forward to the weekend, and bury you with honesty

7:45, we’re drivin’ on the highway, I'll make all your dreams come to life

Cruisin’ so fast, I want time to fly, and slay them as quickly as they came

Fun, fun, think about fun, console yourself

You know what it is, you're better alone

I got this, you got this, destroy yourself

My friend is by my right, see who gives a fuck

I got this, you got this, absorb yourself

Now you know it, you're better alone

See who gives a FUCK

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Now since lyrics is the only thing abundant in RB's rant, LOG cannot keep up. Their message is plain. And clear.

This is a match made in hell.

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Luck beats Talent: Delhi University and its 100% mischief

Foreword :

Just for the very sake and satisfaction of writing this F word, I did. The only premise to be considered is that this is an article which is being re-published, and appeared in News That Matters Not. A website aimed at spreading awareness with the greatest weapon mankind has ever wielded. Satire.

Do give the site a look. There is some amazing young talent churning out sensible humour to make their point...

Here's the link : http://newsthatmattersnot.com/2011/06/luck-beats-talent-delhi-university-and-its-100-mischief.html

Also this is a "slightly" different version, the one before proof reading. (Unfortunately) No prizes for finding he differences.

Now without further ado.

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So Delhi University 'eclipsed' what was the greatest event of the 'century'. In their latest foray, adopting an elitist paradigm, they have eliminated all lesser mortals of academia, lesser than perfection itself, blatantly disregarding aptitude, which to them is as insignificant as an in-flight souvenir auction. Their's is a numbers game of sorts, and one of buouyant audacity, to claim 100% as the cutoff marks to their University. Its a tad bit ironic, for a cutoff means marks "above" which admissions are considered. Having eliminated the "above" itself, the tast demands the divine to intervene, and can be translated to a desperate call of help to God, in helping them out with a mortal procedure.

Well, a 100% aggregate in class 12th is not so much a matter of talent, but of generous fate on part of the students, a function of the examiner’s mood swings, even his calculative perfection in totalling, efficient functioning of the hordes of middlemen (which by standards India boasts of, is NOT an asset it is made to sound like), and probably a million minute factors we cannot even account for. DU is demonstrating the power of Chaos. So if the examiner has unresolved father issues (perhaps just one innocent ice cream denied at a family outing before you even were born), you might consider your admission to DUs as unlikely as the morning sunrise is not.

So those of you who approximated the value of Pi, and did not consider the 10th decimal place, well you are not perfect. And you ergo, shall not be a DU-ite. You may score a 140 on the Mensa IQ test but do NOT pride in it. Yes you are among the top 3% of the human civilization after millions of years of evolution, which is cool and all, but hey! DU doesn't want that. DU doesn't want YOU. It's what Douglas Adams called perhaps the "Total perspective vortex". You will realise how small you are. Their's is an attempt to bring back mankind with wings to the ground, and not only that, to make you undertake a contortionist act at a mental level, where you CANNOT afford to learn, but remember, not understand, but reproduce, not create, but accept.

How the Spartans rejected every newborn they found was flawed, and came up to a meagre 300, owing ONLY to the mathematical impossibility in scoring, DU’s army stands at a still mighty 100. So aspirants, tonight, and every night, if I daresay, you dine in living hell. You die a hundred deaths in the fear, in the anguish of knowing your abilities, yet doubting their perfection. I am not trying to invoke the fear that shall dawn upon you as you wait biting whatever remains of your nails, watching your results appear on the fateful screen, fearing that a 100-100-100-99 is not the figure they are looking for. That one mark shall haunt you, in its immense insignificance at ground level, for the rest of your life. That one mark, will downcast your eyes to the muck of the road, and never shall you look into that horizon of excellence. This although does open avenues for Chuck Norris. To teach you to roundhouse kick the board exams to a 100% result.

Congratulations DU, for now getting to select students based on (im?)probability. Might as well flip a coin. Or a dodecahedron, for you are so in love with large numbers. The irony is, there WILL be a long line of students STILL contending to get into DU, with 100% results, apiece. How do you plan to raise the bars next year? 100% marks and 6ft + height? They might as well keep a single score, say a ranbom 94.62% as the selection marks, and you have to get exactly that, to get in. Aiming at something less than 100 "precisely" is infinitely more difficult, and definitely the next step. Or perhaps select students based upon the number of funny photos they have in their flickr account. Atleast THAT, they can practically work on. And will involve more wits than any board paper.

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