If the movie was true in all aspects, then I'm happy to know that there's much more to Wolfgang Mozart, precisely Mozart, as we all know this genius composer. I saw this one yesterday, when it was screened in the OAT. It touched me. What took me aback even more, was that every 1 in 2 had no idea of who this Mozart actually was. Mozart, the man through whose fingers money just slipped, the man who never made copies of his music, the brilliant child who started composing symphonies at the age of eight, who was probably music personified. I used to hate opera singers, but realised how much effort is put into making one. This strengthens my belief that nothing is good, neither is anything bad. It depends on how you perceive it. Mozart had it all in his head, even before he tried it. Putting it on paper was only a formality so that other mortals could grasp it. He was a carefree young man obsessed with music, so much that all day he sat in his working place filling his sheets with notes. Rhythm that went up and down, be the tempo, be the notes, I still don't understand why some people regard it divine, they say God was singing through him, I guess music too is esoteric. He knew it, he possessed it all, he knew what instrument to use when.
But in the theatre, I stood for the antangonist, Antonio Salieri, the Viennese court composer. He was a person who loved Mozart's music, which he thought was the best he ever heard, but still hated it for the same. He accused God of planting in him the desire of praising him through music, yet God was rude to him by not giving him the ability. He was envious, but at the same time he couldn't stop extolling Mozart, at least he said to himself that this was true. He thought none of Mozart's contemporaries were competent enough to compose works better than him. Well, I too am a person who hates being a mediocrity, I keep pondering all the time on why certain people are adept rendering the others relatively inept. Of course, if everyone were the same, no spice in life, because you can never be special. Still, someone still whispers, is it Mr.Soul ? He says, "There is no fun coming off the second best."
Mozart met his demise at the age of 35, but he possibly, had elixir smuggled straight from the heavens, to compose music that would be alive forever, precisely - eternal.
Everyone around me is working hard, except me. Guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty. Why am I the only person to lazy around all day ? OK, to a large extent I've given up gaming, but as my friend says, being desirous of doing certain things is much different from preventing those which obstruct our way. Day after day, I see substitutes available everywhere to keep this lazy bugger on the same old track. I do not want to be so gullible, but lack of will is probably the only reason that pushes me back to square one. I keep aspiring for certain things, but efforts zilch. I have the vehicle called Life, the petrol tank is full, all parts are in full function,yet my driving skills are so bad, that I keep meeting with accidents every now and then. There is no other potential mechanic who can repair this except me. Sometimes, I wish I could curse this tight 24 hour day for being so short, but I deserve to do that only if I happen to utilize a grain of this sandhill. Maybe, the right inspiration is not yet there, but at least I have to pay some attention to my needs, keeping my wants on a lower priority level.
At last, I put my mind through a tough session of opinions. I have blogged on something, that does not do with the daily routine. I am very happy about it.
The heading is no Nike caption. I have to do something this time because the first mid semester exams are fast approaching again. Yes again. Exams always seem to attack in the same fashion. Though the dates are declared long before they are held, it always looks like the date has darted out from the blue. Exactly seven days before I write the first one. Then there is a time-table adjustment again. I need to have a more rigid one owing to the fact that my study sessions turn up with an average of 4 hrs a day, varying number of hours everyday might cause a bit of fluctuation in the schedule application now sought for. I also have to take care of the regular burden. Yes, UCD has too many assignments that need some rapid action. Run, run, run...
27 invites and I am already exhausted with my thoughts on who to distribute it to. Phew, deroute to routine stuff. May come what. Now I got my 24 hour schedule ready, I am going to adhere to it. And I am on the road to a new sleep (rather non-sleep) record. Wonder why, all of a sudden I find this schedule very sensible. The wonderful part of this semester is that only 3/5 courses' credits are based on exams. User Centered Design has even optional lab sessions. So much for easing the pressure off my back this semester. Exams in ambush, I need to take care by being a little careful over the next fortnight. And to summarize, I find that sleep can be very effectively controlled. Something very easy. With this monster chained to suit my needs, I can breathe happily now. But, of course, I haven't given the initial whistle to my daily versions of my poetic quests. After all, every good habit cannot be so easily fitted at once. Something like taking a meal. You eat in handfuls, not in platefuls. That is what ensures proper digestion, may it be food, may it be information. No point having improbable contingencies for ambitions.
As usual, there are some things still left as a result of my past procrastination. But, never mind, such things are too trivial to be seriously dealt with.
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