Convictions

Sung by the band named Limp Bizkit No one knows what it's like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes And no one knows What it's like to be hated To be fated to telling only lies [Chorus:] But my dreams they aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be I have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance That's never free No one knows what its like To feel these feelings Like i do, and i blame you! No one bites back as hard On their anger None of my pain and woe Can show through [Chorus] Discover l.i.m.p. say it  [x4] No one knows what its like To be mistreated, to be defeated Behind blue eyes No one knows how to say That they're sorry and don't worry I'm not telling lies [Chorus] No one knows what its like To be the bad man, to be the sad man Behind blue eyes.

Most of us have been hankering and stalling the obvious longing some time or the other. This ambivalence is the outcome of grass being green on both sides of the fence. The juxtaposition of feelings carries the ironic mocking on destiny. I had gone through the same feeling when that coveted call for travelling to States dropped on my cell. There was a sudden onset of excitement followed by the melancholy of leaving Pune. I had managed to get two weeks time but unfortunately had to rush to Gurgaon for some urgent office work. The hopes for spending maximum time with all friends and loved ones shattered but few ounces of it was still alive as I had a week. Unfavorable circumstances leads to defence mechanisms like suppression and I too surenderd to its powers, sweet memories and sour reverberating through the walls of my temple and I couldn’t read past a single page of Short stories by Saki through out the journey to and from Gurgaon. Flashes of more than three beautiful ye...