YEAR RINGS

Where would we be without them?

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Shakespeare Revisited?

I hath made a decision. A decision as colossal as Atlas' world. From this moment on till the end of this manuscript, I shall converse and commune in the tongue of the Avonic Bard. (I've made a decision. A big one. This post is gonna be in Shakespeare's English. With translations of course) This choice hath been made to bring forward my timeless passion, as Pluto's for Proserpina, for the unspoiled beauty of the manuscriptual works. Thou naughty rabble of the garbled jargon universe of the current day, this manuscript shall be a cooling shower of Bacchus' nectar for thy tortured psyche. (I love literature, that's why I'm posting this. It'll do good to this generation of SMS-lingo-typing people) Can no being on earth compare the monotony of the wheel of life? This monotony consumes me, as a desperate hysteria, not sharp and quick as a lion's paw to his prey, but a slow, torturous process as a hopeless execution. (I'm bored. Really bored.) I try in hope to seek an occupation, however worthless and low, but fail. Fail and fall, as the bitter rain from the clouds of Jupiter. I did see visions flash past me. A maiden beckoned, sweet, tender and filled with beauty, nothing less than heavenly Psyche, Cupid's wife. She beckoned and called me, and did bestow upon me a kiss, and loved me as a sweet butterfly loves her flower, as a ruler loves his power as a drunkard his wine, and as a woman loves a man. Oh! how I yearn for her as a Norwegian yearns for a Greek spring. (I was jobless. So I began daydreaming about my girlfriend.) But hark! what sound be that, coursing upon my ears like the drums of thunder? It was the call of duty returning to its owner, the bitter taste of realisation forced down the throat of those lacking it, the cold stone striking my heart, I could barely breathe for I was thrust into the clamoured rabble of life again. (I suddenly flipped awake and got back to work) And here I end my manuscript, thanking those who cast their eyes upon it, requesting them to bear in mind, that there will be infinite more, as a parallel mirror shows one unending trains of their own countenance. Farewell. (Thanks for reading. Follow Year Rings for more and more crazy stuff! See you soon!)

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Foodie GF Vs. Non-Foodie BF

My girlfriend is a foodie. A big one. She'll eat nearly anything and everything in sight, and still says she's hungry. I am the complete opposite. I eat only at fixed times. And I'm a bit fussy about the types of food I eat. Vegetarian. Not too spicy. No bitter gourd. Not chewy. And my appetite is relished after just a few nibbles at a particular dish. The problem that arises out of this is that my girlfriend has taken on a mission to fatten me up a bit. I cannot reciprocate, because though she eats a lot, she's still as slim as a drumstick (exaggeration). Our first argument over food went something like this: GF: Let's eat. I've got some samosas, rice, prawn curry, tandoori chicken, fried beans, and guess what? Some dark chocolate with walnuts too, Me: No prawns or tandoori for me...obviously. GF: Eat the beans. And the samosas. And you cannot miss the dark chocolate. Me: I just had food, love. I'm not hungry any more. GF: When? I never saw you eating! Me: I ate some noodles about half an hour ago. GF: You call that food? That measly little cup of noodles? With no vegetables that too! You're so thin, if you don't eat properly you'll disappear! Me: Oh. That'll be a revolution. I'll be the Invisble Man. GF: Shut up. Eat. Now. Me: Stop being such a mom.....! Who wins?

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Joblessness.

Have you ever felt so utterly jobless that you feel you're worth nothing? That feeling you get when you have absolutely nothing to do. You're tired of doing everything and too lazy to start something new, yet not content with being idle. That feeling, which overpowers you to just stare, stare and stare. Stare at nothing, and think of nothing. Expressionless, but not bored. Seemingly calm, but a war seems to be raging inside your head. That feeling that leaves you with a sense of helplessness, but the sort of helplessness that you cannot, and do not wants to get out of, yet you would love to complain bitterly about it. That feeling which numbs your sensations as though you're being swirled down into a black hole, which makes you feel like an insignificant tiny little particle of nothingness in the active universe. That feeling you cannot live without - which you crave for when you're busy - but which you die under when you have it, and you yearn for the hustle and bustle of life to hit you with a vengeance again, and you do not care when it does, you'll face it and enjoy it and swear never to live like this again. Ironic, isn't it? That feeling when you're so absolutely jobless and the only thing you can do is write about it. That feeling.

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Why Awesome Isn't.

There's something about the way people describe other people as 'awesome,' 'cool,' 'amazing' and so on. Isn't that just so abstract?

"You're awesome"

That always leaves a person with the question WHY? It gets even worse when the person attempting to compliment says "You're awesome. 'Nuff said." Whoa. Hold your horses. Are you just too lazy to think about what you've said?

I know I may sound tyrannical and rather high-and-mighty, but why do ordinary people supposedly not have anything "awesome" about them? One of the supposed 'bash-downers' that I've heard very frequently is "He/She is SO not awesome at all." Hang on. What gives ANYONE the right to put themselves up on a pedestal and deal out labels of "awesome" and "not-awesome" to everyone? 

Now if a description could be accompanied with the compliment, that would make it sound more reasonable if nothing else. Some people might say "You're getting a compliment, be thankful for that." Well, if i have to be thankful for a compliment, why deal out the compliment at all?

Just a thought. No hurtful intentions.

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Nothing's coming or going away Everything is still the same It's just a fairytale without the magic, yeah. It ain't just black and white today There's gotta be some grey And let's be real and say That we like it better this way This kind of fairytale...

Sooraj Bishnoi (Song: Fairytale)

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The internet-only EP "It's Your Life" by Sooraj Bishnoi varies with quite a few styles of music, from a rock-based title track to slow, shimmering guitar melodies. A simple, yet soulful ballad, "Beautiful Girl" opens the album, followed by a catchy, outspoken, inspiring rock-based melody of the title track "It's Your Life," encouraging the listener to follow their own heart. A rather soulful, sad, yet slightly hopeful memory of a lost love follows with the lyrically powerful track, "Finding You Again," and the mood is picked up yet again with a happy, bluesy, yet meaningful number, "Feel That Blues," which extends the definition of love to music as well. The album ends on a reflective note with the song "Fairytale," talking about how life is not just 'black and white today,' but how imperfections are the things that make life worth living. 

This album is a must-have for any lover of music, who wishes to spend a musically enriching journey into the world of meaningful songwriting and superb melodies.

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Writing a New Song

An activity that's particularly torturous, absolutely fascinating and so obsessive, that it would beat any patient of OCD black and blue any day, would be writing a new song. At least that's the way it is for me. I love it, yet it consumes me. Yes, I know I sound like Gollum from "Lord Of The Rings." My preciousssss....

Anyway, the first thing I do is hammer out a melody in my head, or on the guitar or the keyboard. Not too hard to do. But that's the easy part.

You know, one of the hardest parts of songwriting is find a theme that really flows with your melody. I mean, imagine if a song like "Viva la Vida" by Coldplay substituted some of its lyrics:

"I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing, Roman Cavalry choirs are singing/Be my mirror, my sword and shield, my missionaries in a foreign field"

with...

"I hear the voice of my love is calling, she is walking right down the hallway/She's my love and I can't be sad, for she's the one and it's really not bad"

Ouch. What an unkind cut.

Anyway. Once I've found my theme, aka 'gone with what the music sounds like,' next up are the lyrics themselves. And here begins the rhyme-game. I generally like my lyrics to rhyme. Now that can be a problem, especially if you're using words like "orange" and "chaos" or even simple things like "circle" or "else." Yippee. If I find them rhyme-less, i scratch them all out and replace them with better, rhymable (is that even a word?) and hopefully, synonymic lyrics.

And finally, recording. Now that's where the OCD challenge really hits its high. I can spend literally days on the computer, just recording my song, mixing it down, listening to it more than a thousand times to get the perfect mix, changing headphones and outputs to see what it really sounds like...and ultimately getting the final mix into my music library and sending it to friends.

A song is born.