March 15, 2011

Don't give up on me, I won't give up on you...



Michael Franti - Hey World (Don't give up)

tell me why the grass was greener
years ago
I swear it used to grow here
but no more here

tell me why
on this hill
all the birds they used to come to fly here
come to die here

and tell my why i need to know
sometimes i wish i didn't have to know
all you show me

hey world
what you say
should i stick around for another day or two
don't give up on me
i won't give up on you
just believe in me like i believe in

tell me why on the corner
all the kids that used to come to run here
load the guns here


and tell me why
it's okay
to kill in the name of the gods we pray
tell me who said it's okay
to die in the name of the lies we say


tell me why there's child soldiers
tell me why they closed the borders
tell me how to fight disease
and tell me now won't you please

the only thing i want to do
is to be in the arms of someone who believes in me
like i believe in you
i try try try try
i try try try try for you
don't give up on me
and i cry cry cry cry
i cry cry cry cry for you
just believe in me
like i believe in you

March 8, 2011

Of Chapters and Discontinuities...


Hi All,

It has been 558 days since I last posted something here, and after gargantuan measures of procrastination spread throughout those 558 days, as I finally sit here to write a fresh blogpost, I am fixated upon the concept of continuity.

In the chapters of a book, the author strives to maintain a delicate thread of continuity (or atleast context) to string together the whole piece of writing. As I think about what to write, I realize that although this is like the 2nd chapter of my blogging endeavours, there can be no continuity.

There can be no continuity, simply because the person who wrote the last blogpost and the person writing this blogpost are separated by a discontinuity in time, wide enough to ensure that there is but very little common ground between the two. The schizm between me and me is emotional, intellectual, experiential, and attitudinal. However, like an Alistair MacLean novel, I hope that the successive but apparently unrelated chapters shall converge to a singularity as the novel of my blogging adventure progresses.

So what do I write about? See the next blogpost for that!!

Love-n-Luck,
Av