Women, does anybody get them?

This is another one of those instances, trust me, there are a lot of these instances.
So, the other day, I'm bored. Decided to call up a friend of the feminine kind.

Me: Hey! What's up?
G1: Hey, nothing much. How come you called?
Me: I was bored, thought I'd check in on you. =) {observe the benevolence}
G1: Oh, so you call me only when you're bored huh?
Me: Err.


I don't gettit! Why else would you call a person to talk to? Does she expect me to call her in the middle of a surgery? "Hey, I'm getting my guts ripped out, thought I should let you know."
And I did ask her that. She tells me, I should call her when I'm happy. So I proceed to make a mental note and do just that.

A few days later.....
Me: Hey! I'm having an ice cream and I feel awesome.
G1: How rude you are, having an ice cream without me and then rubbing it in!

I'm still going, what just happened here! She asked me to call when I'm happy, didn't she?

Anyway, after monumentally cocking up, the wise old me decided to narrate this to another girl and take her opinion on whether or not this is normal behaviour.
They should invent an app I tell you, that can analyse your brain signals and then give you sound advice on what to do and what not to do.

So, I call her

Me: Hey, watcha doin?
G2: Hiiieeeeeee! I'm finishing up a draft.
Me: Can I pick your brain for a second?
G2: Sure! What's on your mind?
Me: *Narrate the whole story* Is it normal.
G2: You're such an asshole, you call other girls when you're bored huh? Are you implying I'm not fun or something?
Me: How can you not be fun, you always talk so loud and happy!
G2: The nerve of you! Now you're implying I'm annoying! Goodbye!

(Ok, I might have exaggerated a bit at the last, but it went somewhere down that tangent, being a little more drab)

Sigh
Maybe I should move to the mountains and socialise with the birds and trees :\

Chords and expressions

Today is gonna be the day
That they're gonna throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you gotta do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do about you now

Backbeat the word was on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before
But you never really had a doubt
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do about you now

Those are the lyrics for one of my favourite songs to cover.

Ok, I gotta be honest, it was the first proper song I learnt and it's really easy to play, more importantly, it's the first song I learnt to sing.

I admit it, I'm a good musician, I can handle a guitar and piano fine, I'm confident enought to say that. But singing is woah! It just throws me off. Call it being tone deaf or whatever, point is, I need help!

I guess that's one of the reasons I'm so adamant about writing original songs rather than covering artists. I can write it the way I can comfortably sing it. No breaking donkey imppressions here. 

If you play an instrument, give it a try. Pick it up, play a random chord progression. Try to fix a rhythm to it. I find it hard to write lyrics, play an istrument and get a tune all at the same time hard. I particularly have a problem with lyrics.

So this is what I do, read random stuff, but with a tune. I doesn't matter what it is (hell, I once sang the application form for a drivers licence). The first part is to get a tune right.

Then comes the lyrics. I usually go with the flow and it almost always ends up being about straight roads, cloudy skies and coffee :\

However, it also helps if you're naturally inspired by a situation, and if that doesn't happen, take up a subject, and then write the song about it.

That's it for now, I could've done better with it, but a friend needed the basic guidelines asap, so I just penned it all in a hurry.

Feel free to put in your thoughts

Cheers =)

Ping

And I'm baaaaaaaaaaack!

What glorious two (or is it three?) years I've had. Halfway through becoming a money sucking, justice providing lawyer, social life at a high, music goin great and hell, even my hair's having it's good moments.
If this was looked at in the future, I guess I'd say these days were my haydays, when the sun was always bright, the clouds were always beautiful and damn, the breeze just never stops blowing.
If this wasn't enough encouragement from the BIG GUY, pretty girls have been popping up around my home all too regularly.

Yes, life is grand, sure there are ups and downs, but I'm an optimist. Places where the sun don't shine, I just take a lantern along. I can get irritating by how I rarely get annoyed, but man, it feels good!

I just brought a new guitar btw, brings it to a total count of 3 and this one's gorgeous.
Maple wood with a spruce top and all that Yamaha craftmanship.
I think it's about time I get off my ass, get a little active and start doing things I know I can do.

So from today, I pay more attention to the singing, the guitar, and yes, the writing.
I'm working on a story, something that struck me a year ago, and slowly I've built a world around it.
I'll keep it posted.

And Happy go lucky, thanks for bringing all that inspiration love =)

Great! I've gotta waste brainpower on this too! x-(

Ok, I'll be very honest with you all
Blogging is annoying, it's as bad as listening to a chemistry lecture!

And writing is a bigger pain!
I have these great idea for long stories, I plan them out, and when I get down to writing it, I get bored!
Worse, I start em off, and then realize I don't like the story line after all

But I knew I'd always have to come back, because this place is a whole different world, and an amazing one at that

So, after I'd run out of all my super duper excuses, especially to Madame Chubby, and after she so painfully set up my blog with a template I could be proud of, I had to get writing!
I started of with a painful crib, not a good start, but a start anyway
And I promise you this will be my last crib, because I'm an anti cribber sort of a guy


Oh, and there's one important thing I want to talk briefly about here, which I will go on later and discuss at full length
As all of you who's not stuck on a deserted island know { Though I bet even they have come across this piece of news}, a great legend dies recently, and it was as tragic as a Shakespearean play

Michael Jackson was a man who has tasted the extremes of life, but irrespective of all the trouble he got into, there's no denying the fact that he was among the personalities who come once in a lifetime and change the world
I know there are a lot of people skeptical about him, and to those I say, try to understand him, listen to his music, and you will discover the magic of a boy who never wanted to grow up

About him I will talk in depth later, but I'm mainly good at writing fiction, and I will get down to it ASAP

Until then, keep outta trouble, atleast try to
If you don't, we might be roomies in some detention centre

See you all soon

Crimson Contract - Confidentiality aeternus

Prologue

The man staggered into his bedroom, bleeding from a gun shot wound in his right shoulder. He slammed the door and locked it with shivering hands. He knew this was of no use, one blow from his pursuer and the door would give away under his immense strenght. So he ran to his cupboard, opened it and took out his shotgun, a pistol and some ammo. Placing the pistol behind him, in his trousers, he ran to the open window and threw his shotgun over. As he was about to jump off himself, the door opened with a deafening bang. He heard a bullet whiz past his ear as he leaped out, landing on a heap of dry leaves. He painfully got up, grabbed his shotgun and scrambled to get cover in his garage.

He slid into his Skoda, with his gun on his lap, slammed the gas pedal hard. The car screeched out of its shelter, drifting sidewise onto his driveway. Bullets riddled his car as he sped onto the main street. He heard a heavy SUV rumbling behind him. Then, BANG BANG BANG, he ducked as a volley of bullets hamered his car from the rear. He pulled up his shotgun, loaded it, held it out the window and fired. He glanced in the rearview mirror and saw the Toyota swerving to his left. He accelerated, speeding at an excess of 150 km/h, trying to outrun his pursuers. They raced through the empty streets of Hyderabad, with not a soul in sight at 2 in the morning. He pushed his car to its extreme, but the Toyota was powerful enough to keep up. He stole another glance at his mirrors and saw the Toyota inching closer, he cursed his car for not going faster even as its engine whined in complaint. It drew up along his side and WHAM, it rammed into the tail end of his car. It sent him spinning out of control, wrestling madly with the steering, he bought it to a stop at a corner of the road.

He recovered from the shock quickly enough and slammed his gas pedal again, but the car barely moved, even though the engine reved at its max, he desperately kept at it. It was a few seconds before he realised that his car was stuck in loose mud, and that his wheels were spinnig, unable to move due to lack of traction. The few seconds cost him his life. It happened quickly, another SUV rammed hard into his car just as the other one was turning around. The impact sent his car flying into the woods that ran alongside the road. He felt as though his body was being seperated into different parts. His head hit the steering wheel just before the airbags inflated. His right hand was crushed as the car slid into a tree. Blinking blood out of his eyes, he tried to see around. He felt his gun in his hands. Choosing a sharp edge, he deflated the airbags. Gun in hand, he waited, unable to move much due to his injured hands. He swore, promising himself he'd take as many people as he could with him as he died. He never got a chance. The next moment, a volley of automatic rounds burst through his windshield, marking his body with gaping holes. He tried to stay conscious, but realised it was easier to drift of to sleep. He smiled to himself, thinking about the one greedy stupid mistake that had cost him his life. He passed on, with the smile still etched on his face.

The men in dark suits moved in cautiously, which wasn't required. As they approached the car, it became clear that its occupant was dead. They all relaxed and moved closer. A large man replaced his pistol back in its holster, and peered at the dead man's face. He noticed the smile, smiling to himself, he muttered silently " I know what you're laughing about Vick." As he moved closer, he muttered to the the dead body, " But why did you do it?" he asked as silent tears rolled down his cheeks " It was stupid. It was stupid" he cried. The other men around him shuffled about, avoiding the large man. They moved around the car, preparing to clear any evidences of foul play. The next day, the newspapers would report it as another accident.




This is a new story, completely unrelated to silent kills. I started this as I have planned this better, so, how was it???

Will be back soon

Ok!
I know I haven't blogged in a long time, due to unprecedented, annoying interuptions, like exams and accidents!!!
But i'll resume from may 8th, cause that's when I'll be back from a unwanted trip!
I know it really doesn't matter, cause only a few sweet people even bother reading my blog, but still, I thought it would be polite of me to inform!


P.S: Please ignore any spelling mistakes as I wrote all this in a hurry!!
Till later, ADIOS!!!!!!!