" I realized that despite the fear and the bruises of life, one has to keep on fighting for one's dream." - Paulo Coelho

An unsent letter

Now,
I am a blasphemy.
Mayhem rules me.

I was.
Once upon a time,
I was the one who every country big and small desired to be.
Again, twice upon a time,
I was the one who became the plasma for creation.
Again, thrice upon a time,
I was worshipped for my tenacity and struggle and fight for independence.

And now,
I think,
I was.
I had pots of sculpted gold.
I had hands scripting delicacies.
I had grey matter innovating.
I had.

Why is it I am veering towards the past?
Why is it I am using the past participle to evoke that emotion?
I am in the present, yet I was?

I am independent. I need you all to rise up. I need you all to start saying the right things. I know you are, already. But now, I need you to stop saying those right things, and start working. Words catalyze, actions sustain the reaction.

I have reached the bottom of this bottomless pit. You have to accept this. I have no able administration. I am just a couple of doors behind absolute anarchy. I have been able to redefine the boundaries of corruption. But all is not lost, and that is, because, you are there. It's time.

Why are you all staring around? Have you not been able to understand it's you who I am talking to? Yes you, and you, and you...

It is only when you all will account yourself to yourself with the same intensity as you blame the other rascal, that I will be what I was again. The future beckons. For the first time, I have referred to future. Don't disappoint me. You have to stick it out. We have to stick it out.

I will be where I was.


For now,
I am India.

I have always felt "My heart will go on" would sound incredible in a male baritone. Celine Dion with her soundtrack never fails to raise the goose-pimples on me every time I hear it. But I would love to hear it in Ronan Keating-esque or a Scott Stapp voice.

Some YouTube scrubbing, I fail to come up with a satisfactory answer, but what I found was a somewhat funny sounding power metal cover and a few digitally lowered pitch versions.

Weird are the people who upload the digitally altered versions as male versions and weirder are those who click like on those.