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That being said, I’d like to listen to music of glory, an orchestra of triumph, the light that shines through the dark clouds of despair. Change is in the air for me and I foresee a tentative, frustrating future, filled with doubts and “what-ifs”.

But you give me the strength to put all of that on hold while I enjoy my blissful existence for now, this calm that lends itself beautifully to any music that fills my room, like you’re filling up my heart. Tomorrow is too far away. All I know and care about is that today, I have you.

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I don’t want to hear any other voice except the one in my head. I don’t want to hear any man-made sounds except music. Music is my, my love…and I’ve never loved it more than I love it now, in that single track, playing early in the morning, forcing me to listen, to feel deeply, to lose myself and wish I didn’t exist, except perhaps as a whisper…or a song.

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Kasabian – I.D.

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On Facebook, there’s an option to share your likes–music, TV, sports teams, etc. And then there’s an option to highlight the people who inspire you. And I couldn’t think of anyone except the following:

Happy Birthday, dad.

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Some ads are just poorly thought out and executed, but there’s already a post about ridiculous ads. Some others are just wrong, ethically. And it’s not just the ads that are the wrong, but the entire brand positioning. The worst of these are ads that prey on one’s insecurities, like ads for fairness creams.

And though I’m itching to write another example, I can’t because I’ll feel like a hypocrite. It’s at times like these when I realise I’m just a cog in the machine, and a nut like me can be easily replaced by maintenance. Get in line or get out. And that’s coupled with my inherent apathy, my cynical outlook to life which convinces me that nothing will change, or even if it does, I won’t be the catalyst for it. Heck, I reckon I should spend more time trying to grab control of my own life before trying to influence that of the world’s, don’t you think?

The problem is that I’m unsure about a lot of things in life. And, true to the perfectionist that I am, unless I’m sure of the right way of doing things, and unless I’m sure of complete and immediate success, I don’t even want to attempt. And this makes no sense. About a year ago, when I was taking feedback from others about my strengths and weaknesses (as part of the PEL course), I was surprised to find that people perceived that in moments of crisis, I was the one who kept a cool head. So then, if I am capable of dealing with failure (which is sometimes inevitable), what is it that really prevents me from being a little more adventurous?

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It makes me wonder sometimes where I’m going. This is a rat race and sometimes I feel a bit like a mouse. Gimme some cheese, thank you, and I’m happy. I don’t want to conquer the world, I don’t want to be revered. I’m not going to be the next miracle for mankind; I just can’t be bothered.

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I’m growing up, learning to live within boundaries. I was, earlier, neither here nor there. I existed in that space between your world and mine, because I was alone, I was me, I was unique and no one else would understand. And that was ok. Because I had me. Now, apparently, I want more than that. I want you. Tell me I’m ok. Tell me I belong, I fit, because you control me.

Well, balls to you, and to me, if it has to come to that. Let the music build up in a deafening crescendo, let the neighbours awaken. And sigh. And yell, and tell me to tone it down. I don’t want to, but my enemy is not you. It’s me. I am choice—my own. And I am responsible, in more ways than I want to be. I want to face the consequences of my recklessness without the fear I currently feel.

It’s frustrating how much I want to be rid of you, and yet I need you, somehow. I want to go into a room without windows and smoke until I can’t see in front of me and feel my eyes burn. I want to yell at the top of my voice, and yet the conservative me wants to drown it out with music, for fear that they will hear.

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New Honda City 2012 TV Commercial

And then ask yourself:

• He admitted to forgetting his wife/girlfriend/partner, and she’s happy about it? Really?
• What kind of corporate super success dresses up in designer clothes with a shawl wrapped around him when he’s going out for work?

And then you have the terrible Coca Cola ad.

Coca Cola TV Commercial (Reasons to Believe)

Oh look, we’re going to fight tanks with teddy bears. Ridiculous, throw a bunch of statistics at people, especially those which reek of some kind of positive message, and you have the entire world drinking out of your aerated cola-filled cup.

And the same applies to the new ridiculous Hero hockey-promotion ad (can’t find it in Youtube, unfortunately). How in the world is the goodwill of a million hearts going to help Indian hockey, really? Pah! Just preying on the idea that supporting hockey, our grand national sport, is cool, simply because it is our grand national sport. Oh yay.

I could go on and on, but I really can’t be bothered to spend more time on this. The long overdue blog post has been written.

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No, obviously, I wasn’t, but it made me think. What if I made a list, and what if someday I cross everything off it? Am I then prepared to die?

I’m not really afraid of death. As the risk of sounding cheesy, I think it’s quite easy to find something worth dying for. Because death, generally, is a one-time thing. It happens and it’s done, gone, over. Who knows what’s on the other side? And why should we think so much about it now?

The real challenge is to find something worth living for. What makes you wake up in the morning every day? And what happens when that motivation runs out?

For me, personally, I spend my time living in the present. The future, no matter how close, is too far away. I’m shortsighted and I can’t see beyond tomorrow too clearly. And the past—even more so. Maybe it’s fitting that I have such a terrible memory and very easily and quickly forget most things, because it accentuates me being here, now. My bucket list has a hole through which completed items leak out, and I constantly put in more things every few days.

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If you’re a fan of Arthur Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes, this movie won’t appeal to you too much. If anything, it’s even more of an action movie than a game of wits. The clever deductions that are so typical of Mr Holmes have been replaced instead by cinematography of the ilk of that fight scene from the first movie.

But if you forget the fact that this is a Sherlock Holmes story, then A Game of Shadows is a very good movie. It’s all about Holmes’ anticipation and Ritchie’s special effects and excellent non-stop action instead. Go in without any bias and you will enjoy this movie.

The characters of Holmes and Watson are pretty much par for the course, and Downey Jr and Law pick up from where they left off in the last movie. The character of James Moriarty is weak. While he’s portrayed as being an evil genius, I needed to be convinced of his genius more through the plot’s narration than through the actions of the character on screen. I have no complaints with the acting of Jared Harris, though, whose expressions and overall acting were top-notch.

The outstanding Stephen Fry (centre) captures the screen in every scene he's present in.

I must mention Stephen Fry, who plays the role of Sherlock’s brother, Mycroft Holmes. Fry is absolutely fantastic in this role, completely captivating the audience in every scene in which he’s present—never overacting or underacting.

Final Verdict—All put together, this is a good movie, if you can forgive the change in Holmes’ powers of deduction and general method of doing things. It’s not terribly clever, but it keeps you hooked with quality entertainment for the entire duration.

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