A deejay is born

This time I write out not as a blogger but as an artist. Dad's deejaying finally rubbed off and I made my first mixtape yesterday, though it was just for fun and made in under an hour during breakfast but I hope you guys like it. This'll only help me out later on. This ain't a thought but something I have a passion for, a passion for music. Even though this is the worst time to do it seeing that my exams are just a week away but then somethings can't be explained and can't be helped. I'll be laying off the music scene till I'm done with exams. But if you find it good i'll find a way to make it better. I've titled it the insane dance music because the music doesn't make sense just like pretty much everything else in my life.



With Love :)
DJ Ritzzz a.k.a. Rishabh
Download link- http://www.mixcrate.com/mix/8563/The-Insane-Dance-Music

Life on a Keyboard

As I look back at my last five years in Delhi, I've come to realise that except for the one and a half years I spent in college, I never really had much of a life which I can say I'm proud of. For some reasons, unknown to me, my whole world was slowly confined to a 20X15 ft room with the only mode of contact being either my cellphone or mostly my computer.

Though I have over 200 contacts on my Facebook profile, I am not proud to say that I barely know who my neighbours are over here or the fact that I hardly keep in touch with any of those 200+ contacts. In fact, I've come to realise that there maybe only 10 with whom I'm in regular touch and 15-20 more whom I contact occasionally. That, besides a few occasional chats with someone every now and then. The only other news I get from the rest of them is when someone hits me with a pillow, or when I am tagged in those automatic application pictures or when someone thinks that I can drink 10 cans of beer in a row, when someone answers one of those random 'Yes' or 'No' Questions about me. No I still won't join your mafia or fertilize your crops because I left that a long time ago and frankly you should grow up too.

It's quite hard to actually say when I had fun with friends except for that time around New Year's maybe, when I went to Chandigarh, talked to real people and for once actually had fun. After that, having fun meant a chat on GTalk or socialising meant writing on someone's wall or posting a scrap on Orkut.



Most of my time is eaten up by work and the rest of it by studying up the impossible amounts of study material thrown at me. But, slowly and steadily I got used to it. As I don't socialise for real because I am stuck here, this is the only thing keeping me from going insane. I also know that without any other option in sight I must cling on to it with a hope of living a real life other than my life on a keyboard.

The author would have loved to write more on this but someone pinged him on Gmail, and he left to have a chat with that person. He also has to respond to a few wall posts by other friends where most of them are still asking him to fertilize their farm. Some people never get it.