Million dollar man

I am a fan of Lana del Rey. I like the fact that her songs are very passionate, be it about love, lust or heartbreak. You might want to hear this song with the bass on and if it is while driving, the merrier 😉 And her voice is quite haunting to hear.

Lyrics from A-Z Lyrics

“Million Dollar Man”

You said I was the most exotic flower
Holding me tight in our final hour

I don’t know how you convince them and get them, but
I don’t know what you do, it’s unbelievable
And I don’t know how you get over, get over
Someone as dangerous, tainted and flawed as you

One for the money, and two for the show
I love you honey, I’m ready, I’m ready to go
How did you get that way? I don’t know
You’re screwed up and brilliant,
Look like a million dollar man,
So why is my heart broke?

You got the world but baby at what price?
Something so strange, hard to define

It isn’t that hard boy to like you or love you
I’d follow you down down down,
You’re unbelievable
If you’re going crazy just grab me and take me
I’d follow you down down down, anywhere anywhere

One for the money, two for the show
I love you honey, I’m ready, I’m ready to go
How did you get that way? I don’t know
You’re screwed up and brilliant,
Look like a million dollar man,
So why is my heart broke?

One for the money, two for the show
I love you honey, I’m ready, I’m ready to go
How did you get that way? I don’t know
You’re screwed up and brilliant,
Look like a million dollar man,
So why is my heart broke?

I don’t know,
You’re screwed up and brilliant,
Look like a million dollar man,
So why is my heart broke?

Posting it for this week’s Song Lyric Sunday.

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Driven by emotion

  1. To the guy, who was driving before me very slowly and so far away from the car before him that people stopped for a second to see who it was in the car before they overtook him and to my amusement this guy opened his visor to check in the mirror there if he had something on his face and was trying to settle his hair, dude! it isn’t your face that needs fixing.
  2. I am really very happy that my olfactory senses are shot and I can’t pick up odors most of the times. Especially when you end up being in a lift full of people and they have just come from the sweltering heat outside and are all sweaty.
  3. Coming back to driving, I was tempted to bump into the guy before me (not the same as the guy in the first point, this was a little later) so that my bumper will get attached to his tail gate and I can drive both our cars forward because this guy wasn’t going anywhere even though the road before him was quite empty. It might be that he was just learning to drive, then he should have the L sticker his car, to let the rest know so that we can find ways to overtake him (not that I had an option in this case, but I would not have cursed him to hell) and if he was just taking his time driving, knowing pretty well how to drive, then he is an a$$hole and deserved every one of my curse.
  4. When I heard that my dad’s moped got stolen yesterday, it brought back memories of my first cycle which was also stolen. It wasn’t just stolen, it was removed part by part and they left the unwanted parts strewn around in the backyard (our rental house had a huge backyard and I used to lock my bicycle there). One of those times when I thought my anger would have burned a hole through someone, especially the culprit. That was such a hard earned bicycle (won it after a bet with my dad) and he didn’t even have the courtesy to take it as is. He mutilated it. I hope the thief is rotting in hell.
  5. I think I am in a killer mood today 😯

Wild Horses

I found this song when I was randomly checking out SoundCloud, as I always do 🙂 And it was an instant like. Generally, it is about good girls and bad boys, but this song starts with Bad Girls and Good Boys 🙂 Its more about passion than about love and the video was quite good too, except that I wasn’t sure if it was safe for work. So, went with the safe option of using the SoundCloud entry. Enjoy my song for this week’s Song Lyric Sunday, Wild Horses by Antonia feat Jay Sean.

Lyrics from A-Z Lyrics

“Wild Horses”
(feat. Jay Sean)

Bad girls and the good boys
That’s me and you
Two hearts, different worlds,
That’s me and you

Oh oh oh, I keep trying
Oh oh oh, if you’re trying along
Oh oh oh, I’m trying to tell you
Let it go, I think you’d better

Beware of those wild horses
Some hearts, they can’t be tamed, can’t be tamed
Go ahead and build your fences
Somehow I still escape, still escape
In the night, we are racing hearts
In the light, we are miles apart
Beware of those wild horses
You’ll watch them ride away, ride away, ey

Our love you can’t control,
That’s me, and you
Young love trying to be old
That’s me, and you

Oh oh oh, I keep trying
Oh oh oh, if you’re trying along
Oh oh oh, I’m trying to tell you
Let it go, I think you’d better

Beware of those wild horses
Some hearts, they can’t be tamed, can’t be tamed
Go ahead and build your fences
Somehow I still escape, still escape
In the night, we are racing hearts
In the light, we are miles apart
Beware of those wild horses
You’ll watch them ride away, ride away

Why’re you always looking for someone to save?
Why’d you always wanna do things the hard way?
You can change the person, but people don’t change
Why’d you always wanna do things the hard way?

Beware of those wild horses
Some hearts, they can’t be tamed, can’t be tamed
Go ahead and build your fences
Somehow I still escape, still escape
In the night, we are racing hearts
In the light, we are miles apart
Beware of those wild horses
You’ll watch them ride away, ride away, ey

I am better off without sports

During my stay in working women’s hostel there was this cricket match between India and Pakistan and every single boarder was stuffed in that small TV room to watch the match. India vs Pakistan cricket matches were always treated like a war during those times. And superstitions would run high. I wasn’t any better. I am usually all worked out and would keep shouting for each and every ball and my blood pressure would increase as and when the second innings come closer to the end. But this time what happened was, I had to use the restroom too badly in between the game. So asked my roomy to hold my seat very close to the TV and went up to my room (in the first floor) and when I was walking down back, there was a huge shout. I came running only to see a wicket gone and Pakistan was batting. Every wicket was considered a victory. All good right. Except that everyone looked at me with a strange expression and I knew what was to come. And when there were no wickets for a few more overs, one of the girls asked me to go up to my room and come back again. I knew it was just by chance but if that would help India win in any crazy way, I was all for it. So I went up and stayed for a few minutes and came back down and there it was, another wicket. Coincidence? yes. Bad luck for me? yes, Did I care ? No. So, again after some time they asked me to go up. I did that till the match ended with India winning in all glory. That was the most patriotic thing I have ever done for my country (apart from paying my taxes in time without cheating). All the other girls went for a victory walk around the area chanting ‘India’. Yeah, why not. They were glued to their seats when I had to walk up and down all through the 3 hour game. They had to pay their dues for the country right?

 

During a T20 match (much shorter version of the One day cricket matches), myself, my brother and my mother were watching it and my favorite team CSK (Chennai Super Kings) was playing that day and it was a finals. If my voice sounds loud during the matches, that is no match for that of my brother’s. And we three are almost alike in our screaming during these matches , something my father really really hates. He saw the match for sometime and our voices got to him and he went, closed his room and went to sleep, calling us from time to time to keep it down and low. My first niece was almost 6 months old then and my sister in law was holding her. When the last over came in with a very close call, the shouts increased along with the volume and when we won, we screamed (literally, I think those were the few times I screamed) at the top of our lungs. My niece jerked up from her deep sleep , looked at us and then went back to sleep. My mom, who did not scream but was still very enthusiastic with the win , scolded us for waking her up. I am sure that the person at the end of the road would have heard us screaming at the ungodly hour. And we all got an earful from my father the next day.

 

Recently, during my Goa trip, we were in a restaurant during a RR (Rajasthan Royals) vs CSK match (T20 Teams of India actually). I was trying hard that time to resist myself from watching those matches, because they were giving me some sleepless nights. But that day it just started during our dinner time. I am a HUGE fan of CSK. And my friend who was sitting next me was taunting me that CSK were going to fail. I told him not to provoke me and started to watch the match. There was another family there with a very small kid in the group who was rooting for RR. He saw me commenting on CSK and cheering them up and gave me the stinky eyes. He was a quiet kid, but the more my voice increased, much to the amusement of my friends who were with me (and I was sitting there with a broken ankle), the more he became vocal about his team. Suddenly it became a match between me and that kid about who is cheering their team better. My friends had a good time at my expense. And you know what the sad part is? CSK lost. The kid looked at me and did a fist pump at the end and all this happened without the knowledge of his family sitting so close to him (they were in their own world) . The nerve of  that kid 🙂 My friends couldn’t stop laughing for quite some time.

 

And this year, I have refrained from watching any match at all and I have been successful. I am not a silent game watcher. I don’t have to know the technicalities of the game to enjoy it. And I sort of do it with quite a passion which I always thought was very uncharacteristic of me. So I decided last year (thanks to that Kid to some extent) that I will take the route of Hermione.

 

“That’s the trouble with Quidditch,” said Hermione absentmindedly, once again bent over her Rune translation, “it creates all this bad feeling and tension between the Houses.” 

She looked up to find her copy of Spellman’s Syllabary and caught Fred, George, and Harry looking at her with expressions of mingled disgust and incredulity on their faces.

“Well, it does!” she said impatiently. “It’s only a game isn’t it?”
“Hermione,” said Harry, shaking his head, “you’re good on feelings and stuff, but you just don’t understand about Quidditch.” 
“Maybe not,” she said darkly, returning to her translation again, “but at least my happiness doesn’t depend of Ron’s goalkeeping ability.”