Friday, well was an interesting day.

Really, really confusing, but rather confronting.

Winter.

Oh I love this season. It has this weird effect on me. I think more, about everything.

It's really weird. I chuck on my scarf on in the morning, throw on a warm coat, grab my umbrella and put on my headphones.

It gives me a chance to recollect, about everything. From A to Z. As much as I hate it when I overthink things, this time, I needed to.

On Friday, I finally grew up.

Well all these years, I get this weird sensation. I don't know if it happens with others, but even it is only for a few seconds, it's like a massive whack in the face.

For those few seconds that it happens, I feel like I completely leave my consciousness, and re-assess my life from the outside looking in. Its like I lose my own identity for a couple of minutes.

bizarre.

Before you take your g-string and sell yourself to a smoking pig with a strangely sexual hat, I should probably tell you this feeling isn't as epic as it seems. I bet if you tried hard enough, you would able to see it too.

Some times I have to mentally tell myself to stop and drift back into reality. I never really induldged in the feeling. It's one of melancholy and almost like I've lived for so much longer than I have. Usually, this feeling left me confused and upset. But yesterday, I think it formed a new person all together. I started to see and accept who I was looking at and thinking in.

If that makes any sense. You know how sometimes you think and you tell yourself,

"Dude, its wrong to feel like this, you should feel like this."

or

"Why the hell did I just think that? I shouldn't be thinking about that."

well, I always thought those sub-conscious thoughts which are not sub-conscious at all just happen, maybe just come and go.

But on Friday, the weirdest thing happened.

I accepted them.

I accepted that I, myself, think that way.

I accepted the thoughts I have as my own.

It's like I'm not ashamed of thinking freely anymore. I can pursue any trail of thought as I desire.

I don't exactly know where this comes into growing up but rather I could say I am growing strong.

Strong in the sense that I have the ability to think something and not reject the thought out of emotion, in the sense that I can take what I think.

This whole thing could be some random infatuation, in a plea to understand myself, but fingers crossed it isn't.

"I like these cold, grey winter days. Days like these let you savor a bad mood."

- Bill Waterson

-Shazz.

Its been a while, diary.

but alot has happened over the last few days.

I don't really want to dwell on what happened but it's been tough. Ofcourse I could go on about my sadness and melancholy but who wants to hear me whining eh?

but all in all, I've realised something over the last couple of days.

I have some really good friends.

Like incredible friends.

The band, are just so good to me. I don't know, but there lies a certain utopia in old friends. Whenever I meet them, I feel as if I'm home. They know all there is to know about me and probably things I don't even know about myself. Just the fact that they are always there for me, is overwhelming. When I'm jamming with the guys, I'm in my niche, I truly am who I claim to be. It's like so satisfying, I don't feel anything else but the music and the presence of the people I love in the room. Everything else is non-existent.

We've been through alot, but we always manage to pull through at the end. I love you guys, this is my thanks. To all those nights that I just needed someone to talk to, or just needed someone to share my silence with, thankyou.

Thanks to Tan, for always listening to me, and I mean really listening, you're probably one of the people I can truly say anything to. Our midnight jams and our early morning calls, bring me back to the real world.

Thanks to Simon, who can always cheer me up, no matter what the situation is, I love you to bits man, sometimes I feel as if we're growing apart, but you prove me wrong everytime. I've known you for a while, and today man, you're still on of those people that really share the same passion for music as me.

Thanks to Georgia, for caring. After these years, you've got to know me so well, you've listened to absolutely everything I have to say, and even though I don't see you much anymore, I know you're one of my closest friends.

Thanks to Hai, who's personality always lightens my mood. You're just so easy to be with, and you can just tell when somethings up with me. I remember last year, I was in a piss bad mood, and you came up to me and asked me what was wrong. Hai, you can read me like a book, never change.

Thanks to Hannah, who isn't in the band. You are just so awesome. How can you be so awesome? Seriously, your personality, is like no-one else's. I can trust you with anything and everything. You are there for me forever and always. Please don't change, no matter what people say. Our conversations are exactly what I need.

You lot share with me, possibly one of the most important things in my life. Music.

I mean it.

My new friends, at JMSS are some of the most caring people I will ever meet. Gosh, even though I do keep to myself quite a bit, I find my self sharing things with people that I never thought would understand. You guys offer help when it's needed and thats so important.

Thanks to Damo, even though we've been through a lot this year, you're still like my brother man. I never thought we would get so tight. It's almost like we share a mutual mind, you know exactly whats happening with me, all the time, it's kind of scary.

Thanks to Eddy, for sharing his thoughts with me. You are one of the most insightful people, you always know what I need to do. Our talks about things as far fetched as the fate of humanity to the bathrobe your dad wears makes me feel like you truly understand my depth (or shallowness.) You're one of the only people whom I share the same level of thought with.

Thanks to Hafiz, you're like the most invigorating person I know. You've been through fuckloads this year, you've grown so much. Every time I see you man, my mood is lifted subliminally. You make me feel right, all the time. I'm pretty sure everyone is convinced we are downright gay together, but I don't find it weird at all when you decide to shout out "I LOVE YOU!" From the other side of the building.

Thanks guys, really.

I could keep going on and on, about some of my greatest friends, but that would take forever.

So I'll keep it down to the people who have been there for me, for the last couple of weeks. I hope one day I will be able to be there for you guys, like you have been there for me.

You make it all worth it. All of it.

"You know its nothing new, bad news never had good timing.
Then, the circle of your friends will defend the silver lining."

- Shazz

Music,

What is it really?

Going to the roots, sound waves of different frequencies that travel in time, different times to create tempo and rhythm. Scales constructed from frequencies that have consistent intervals.

Consistency.

To the root of physics to create an artistic medium. Never really looked at it that way huh?

To the root of physics to create an artistic medium to which people feel, feel not physically, not mentally but spiritually. Some what a combination that can create something else inside of a person, re-creating an identity for 4 minutes, devouring a spiritual soul and pleasuring it with emotion and feeling. Physics, pleasures your soul.

Thats hot.

I guess people think of music, but they don't really think about it. I mean think where it comes from, how its even present.

Definition I found on Google: an artistic form of auditory communication incorporating instrumental or vocal tones in a structured and continuous manner

Structure, continuous, consistency. There that word is again, music seems to fall into place with consistency. When I make music and even if it is for a second, I see myself outside the glass door looking in at myself, and I think, what is it that I am actually doing? Am I hitting different frequencies of sound determined by the thickness of strings in a sequential way to make it sound pleasurable to the soul?

Or am I just using what I learnt to make progressions that sound appealing?

I don't even know, so if you find out please call me.

I don't know how to explain where I fit when it comes to music, or where it fits with me, all I do know is I need it, and I probably always will. I may not even know a lot about music, but I know enough.

Some how this "art of physics" has grasped my soul, in a way I never thought I would be devoured.

It just falls into place, its like screwing a nail into the perfect hole, it fits so smugly and theres no room for anything else.

"Recreates an identity for 4 minutes."

Songs.

In my opinion they are manifestations of music ran over with emotion.

A song gives so much and asks for so little.

Emotion.

You become it, it becomes you.

The music is consuming.

I guess, it's going to take a while to fully grasp the thing.

And I hope I will truly grasp it.

Not wander aimlessly and hit me in the face at the end of the line.

Just getting this down, I think is an achievement.

I need to keep what I know close to me,

"Trap doors to endless wisdom."

Shazz,

I'm back, it's been a while oh diary.

I've had time to think, about a lot recently. Things have been different, I guess things are finally starting to feel somewhat complete, as odd as that may seem. A topic that is pretty sensitive to many.

Life.

I've had a lot of time to analyse friends situations and people's conception of the world. Often hearing the phrase.
"Arghhhh, life is so shit, I wanna kill myself."

This really pisses the fuck me off my chair.

Life is complex thing, even though each beings may seem so insignificant.

Life is there to live.

to experience.

to win.

to lose.

to see.

to feel.

to hear.

to hate.

to Love.

Life is there to be LIVED.
Pessimism is the key to let life pass you buy. No-one waits for the miser on the side of the road criticizing the world. Pessimism holds you down. Limit's your existence.

Life does have its downs, but they aren't there for self-pity, they are there to experience, grow. I may just be sounding like a steroid pumped motivational speaker.

But it's the truth.

I made the conscious decision, to not let things pass me by. It completely changed the way I think. Everyday is not "just another day" or just "bludge subject day," but rather an opportunity to live, an opportunity to experience.

Life is a beautiful thing. It's like a bird who's wings have been clipped by pessimism.

You could be the bird that soared to heights you never thought were possible, or you can sit back and criticize the way it falls and the way it falters, but in the end, your still the one on the ground.

Next time you say it, you know what I'm talking about.
"Life's shit."

Really think, is it really?

What can you appreciate?

Remember that, your probably just into your adolescence, you have your whole fucking life infront of you.

Have dreams.

Have hopes.

Have belief.

Don't abuse your time, but love every second of it.

"Come out darkness, bring everyone you know. I'm not running and I'm not scared."

Oh and before I leave, masssssive shout out to a little girl named Mishti, who's birthday was today, well no so little, cus she's older than me now.

Hope you had a awesome day, remember it for yonkers.

- Shazz.

Hey guys,

Today's post is real personal, so don't get your panties in a knot.

Last night, when I came home from a mates house with my parents, my sister told us that we had got a call from India, normal enough I know, but she seemed really uneasy, the call from India was urgent, she said.

Course.

We feared for the worst.

Mum dialed the number, seemed to take forever.

My uncle picked up the phone and told us the news.

My mum's uncle had died.

I didn't even know him. He was just another familiar face.

The scariest thing was that I didn't know where I stood. At all.

I was completely off guard, I didn't even know how to react, whether I should be sad, grateful the news wasn't about my grandpa, nothing.

I was feeling guilt you know, because I wasn't sad. But should I?

Should I feel sad?

Theres only so far empathy can go.

I didn't know him. I met him maybe once.

It really bothered me.

You may be thinking, "Oh dude, all you think is where you stand? What about your family?"

Well if I did know, I wouldn't be writing here, and again, how can I feel what I haven't experienced?

I guess its the price we have to pay by living here.

I think thats just another thing we have to live with, our whole family is in India, I don't know all of them and because we're down here, we miss out on so much. I missed the whole extended family thing all together.

It's quite confusing, to determine where you stand when it comes to this, you just don't know what happens, whats gonna happen. You miss out on so much general knowledge, almost the whole culture flies over your head, and when you finally get the chance to go meet your family, you feel like complete outsiders.

I guess you think that our family back in India should be mature enough to look pass this, and they probably are, but it really saddens me.

I miss out on the joys and the pain they endure also, like yesterday.

Completely separated.

I haven't really understood where I stand, but I think I will.

"Death is terrifying because it is so ordinary. It happens all the time." - Susan Cheever.

-Shazz.