I was holding the book, that you were reading on February 12. We talked about that, while you were sipping your coffee and I was writing poems in my head about you, while my tea was blossoming in the wind of love. When we stepped out of the cafe and walked towards the bookstore I would worship the grounds that you would walk on.
So yesterday midnight I asked Siri to recite a poem for me and she showed me this. This poem might seem to be amusing or funny, however I have a different way of reading this.
Summary This poem talks about how when the remote control gets lost inside the couch and when it becomes so difficult to find, life just gets messed up to a level that all we can do is roam around the room with literally no purpose.
My Vision In all of our lives, we always look for that one person who makes us whole. We always look upto someone everyday of our life. Someone who gives us hope in times when nothing seems to be going our way.
The remote control is a metaphor referring to that person in our life. There are always times when you seem to be hating so many things about your life that you just want them to be sitting close enough so that you can lay your head on their shoulders and cry a bit. The remote is a metaphor for them.
There might be times when you just cant sit still for hours and hours in a day and when you just cannot find the right things to say. You need them because you’re so in love that all you can think about is sharing your pain with them. The remote control is a metaphor for them.
The remote is them, the couch is life, metaphorically indicating if they get lost in life, when they get so far from you that your life becomes nothing but an empty room wherein all you can do is roam here and there without purpose.
Conclusion This all might seem far fetched to some of you and trust me that’s just absolutely fine. I love the way when people disagree with what I say, because that helps me learn more. This interpretation of the poem titled “Remote Control” by the Apple Assistant Siri, was my vision of looking towards it. I would love to hear from you all if you agree or disagree with the same and i would also love to hear your thoughts on this poem as well.
If you have read till here, then trust me, you made my life happier and I am so blessed to have you. Thank You ❤️
Coffee is all that you think about. You are all that I think about. Hopelessness is all that the cookie thinks about. How does that work? I don’t know. All I can do is look at you and admire your smile; eyes and your lips. You would sit and sip your coffee, while my tea blossoms in the wind of love. The cookie would desperately wait for you to hold it, but my eyes would just won’t let you leave my sight. The Vanilla cake which you love so much and I hate so much, would suddenly have the best odour that I have come across. Your essence would take over the bakery, enhancing the taste of every cake that you would look at, in the bakery. I ? I would just keep staring at you, praying to the Cupid to just stop the time right there.
(Coffee at the bakery, Chapter 2 “Cookie”, Aaditya Bajpai)
“Andrew Garfield is Captivating”, “This is Andrew Garfield at his best”, “It was like watching The Real Jon Larson in Andrew’s disguise”. Well, these were the reactions of the some of the biggest movie pundits out there after the release of Andrew Garfield’s Tick Tick Boom.
Andrew plays Jonathan Larson, a real-life theatre wonderkid who died tragically only days before the premiere of his era-defining and revolutionary musical “Rent.” Just to be clear, Andrew Garfield had no prior experience in the theatre when he signed on for this film. He jumped at the chance and said, “As artists and as human beings, how can we stay on the edge of ourselves, always extending and evolving, and having our consciousness and sense of self stretched, without those forms of challenges?”
Personally, this was Andrew’s best on screen performance till date, A revelation with a magnetic performance up there with his strongest till date. I have been a fan of him since his Amazing Spiderman Series and now seeing him potraying Jonathan Larson, is literally a treat to the eyes and ears. He sings, acts, cries, laughs, and showcases perfection in each and every breath that he takes in the movie.
The story is both genuine and unique, as well as universal. It’s thought-provoking, and it has a lot of fantastic concepts running through it. What Lin did with the narrative, I believe, truly pulled us inside Jonathan Larson’s head. He was able to take Jonathan’s songs and visually display them in such a way that they added to the narrative in ways that neither the script nor the book could.
At the end, I just want to mention that this movie is literally a love letter for all the die hard musical fans. And I would like to end this with a quote from the movie, for you all to read and interpret and do comment below what is your interpretation. “𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝑨𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒂𝒍𝒍, 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑨𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒔 ” – (Tick, Tick… boom! 2021)
Amidst the shorgul of town, you find yourself lost, lost in a breath, even the way, that’s ahead.
You feel that you’re responsible, because that’s what is set by patriarchy. Learn to say NO, when you are tired, everyone’s equal, there’s no hierarchy.
There’s no generalisation, of any color with any gender. You can wear whatever makes you feel “YOU”. You can also apply nailpaint and mehendi, don’t care, when anyone says, that’s not for you.
You should respect all, love all and be there for all. But you should also stand against wrong despite what gender, the bad belongs.
Above all, love yourself, and make yourself feel wonderful. Even Cry, when you feel you’re broken, or when life’s down. You’re good and you’re bright, You’re a gentleman, and for you there’s so much of light. -aaditya bajpai
I am so happy to share with you all that my book titled “The Unadvised Writings” is now published by Notion Press Publishing Company under the ISBN number 9781684878741. This book is a collection of poems written by me. I had started writing when I was in 9th standard and since then I have been dreaming that one day I will definitely publish my own book. I want to thank the publishing house for helping and guiding me through the whole process. I also want to thank my family and friends, because without them and their support, all this would not have been possible.
You can purchase the book from the website of the Publisher through this link – https://lnkd.in/eESCS-PN
“We’re talking about love, the strangest and the most beautiful feeling in the world” – ‘Christmas on the Carousel’.
I was surfing through the internet to watch some Christmas movie, and I came accross this movie named ‘Christmas on the Carousel’.
Most of the movies under the romance genre are about fantasizing the love we have for the other person. This movie stands out from that cliche. This is a 71 minute movie, which is not so fancy, not so intimidating as such. However, what I would say in 1 word is that this movie was just “Beautiful”. Sometimes it’s better to watch something with which we can very closely relate to, like the real human world stuff. This movie offers you that. A perfect, small, touching and beautiful story. I must recommend every romance movie lover to watch this movie atleast once.
I dissolve in you, your body, and your soul dwelling into me. Staying awake amidst, the shorgul of town. Your smell, your essense is enough to put life into the dreary desert of my heart. Meeting you every now and then, it all doesn’t feel enough. For like every heart requires, the stream of blood to flow through it. I require, you to engulf within me, and our souls, they merge, so intensely, that even the cupid would fall onto earth, to seek our blessings. I want to die in you, you still keep me alive. I want to lose thyself in your darkness, thee still drag me out to light. I don’t deserve you, you still embrace every nickle of blood, that flows in me. This ain’t a filthy manifestation nor it is my search to survive. This is love, the love, within you I strive, within you I find. – aadi
Shivering, much isn’t it ? Manifesting thyself, in you. Like a leaf falling, in Autumn, knowing, will die, yet falling. This all never ends, the manifestation, of you. Every page of my book, bleeds, you. For it shall never be dead, in my head, it shall stay. The love, that I felt, I feel, I have it, still. That scar I left, though upon you stretches towards me. Within the soul, it still exists, you, your eyes and what we felt. I left a void, my fault, my pain. I say it out now, my heart, still beats, in your soul. I live in a fairytale, knowing, I might not yet desrve you. Yet, I tell you how, your name exists, in each and every drop of blood that stays within me. You’re not here, still you, me and the heart till death do us apart. – Aaditya Bajpai
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