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| It's been 2 months and I've only come up with this. But I just laughed really hard seeing this so I figured this can be posted. Besides I'm on break now and very bored.
Batameez Bachan 
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| This is a message to the total zero number of people who read this Xanga; I will update this very soon.
Just been a tad bit busy.
I leave you with the song of the week though.
Fort Minor - "Remember The Name"
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| I know its been a long time since 11th Hour has been out and everyone and their mummys have seen it. But I was watching it for like the 15th time the other day to kill some time, and during out-takes it reminds me of the fun I had being on set. I would also like to take this time to tell everyone that I was not meant to play the brother role in the beginning but was basically thrown in the scene the day it was shot due to someone not showing up. So don't blame me for not knowing my lines.
So for anyone who hasn't seen the film, click on the image below.
Enjoy.
peace!
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| This is just a long ramble I had this morning when I got to school and just felt like expressing some thoughts out of my head. Everyone may have different impressions or opinions which I dont mind and am open to.
After a long but enjoyable Metra train ride from Schaumburg to Chicago Union Station with two of my friends who I ran into that I had known from high school, we came out from the exit by Jackson Blvd. right near the Chicago River. The weather was pretty cold compared to the past few days recently, though it was a lot warmer then how it was in the suburbs where you can see your own breath. The sky was very clear with few brisk patches of clouds and the sun was shining brightly. Made me realize that fall is here and how much I hate this season for the way it is deceiving but love it for the football season. Well as I excited Union Station with two of my friends we looked at the sky and seeing the wonderful Chicago landmark Sears Tower and noticing how the sky is clearer than yesterday and that you can actually see all the way up top. As we were looking and walking a friend made a joke how somewhere in India there is a guy sitting on a cow saying how he will one day stand near the Sears Tower in “Amreeka”. After he said that, I began to think how we as immigrants landed up here.
My thoughts started to roll and I began to think of how many times I say to myself that I am very grateful to be in this country and still forget, and how many times other people don’t even think of such matters. Sure we can sit there and complain about its foreign policy or how the president is a grade-a dumb ass, but we never think of the people back in other countries who are literally jealous of what we have. Now this is not something about people who are less fortunate and live on streets, or how we take our luxurious life for granted, this was something I saw on each persons face this morning. It was that look that one day I will be living the American dream. Ever since we were kids brought up we have been taught of the American dream and how it drives us to be who we will be one day. But what exactly is the meaning of living the American dream? How does one define “American dream”.
As walking down Jackson Blvd. from Union Station to the Columbia College library, I looked through various amounts of faces that gave off different kinds of personas. From the business men and women who are running around in their business suits trying to catch a meeting or are just chilling outside having a cigarette break outside of many office buildings I passed. To the everyday students going to school, or the taxi cab drivers who are either furiously driving around or patiently waiting in front of buildings for someone to just hop in, and even in about the 5 or 6 beggars/homeless people I saw on my walk. Each and everyone one of them has that look in their eye that one day they will come out to live that American dream. I remember once way back in high school I was told to define what the American dream was. I could only come with saying that it is a thought or a dream that people have to live a worry free life, with a great family and a job that they love. Though I’m sure everyone has a different definition but I can say majority people feel the same. Lets face it though, we are living in 2005 and there are no white picket fences outside of our houses and “Martha” doesn’t stay home sewing a sweater for “Timmy” who is an A student and plays varsity football, and when “Bob” comes home from work the supper is well prepared and has a wonderful day at his second love after his wife, his work. Now I don’t know what the statistics are but it’s pretty damn evident that this is not the life of MANY people living in this country known as America. Half of the Bobs in this country go back home tired as hell sick of their lives at the office or any various place they work, and cant stop complaining how much they hate it. Martha is just the same and would hate to even lift a finger once home just like Bob and wants to lay back kicking off her high heels. Timmy is an outcast at school, hates the game of football and is going through severe depression because he feels life is not worth living. As much as we hate to realize it, this is what is happening in our homes everyday and ignore them yet, we have that little glimmer of hope that one day we will be living an American dream. Now I don’t blame anyone for dreaming and think it’s worthless in any way. I too am guilty of living such a dream, I mean everyday on my way to school I think of getting my degree and working at a job that will make me happy. But what is it that makes us think that we all can live in mansions and drive nice cars and just live a life with no money problems or anything? Is there such a life where it’s on one simple path and that everything falls into place and we can live each day with a smile to wake up to and a smile to go to sleep to? And if there is such a life, do we really want it? I mean what kind of life is it when you know everything is going to be done and you don’t need to worry of anything? What are you working so hard for at all then? Would there be such a purpose to life? Then would there be such thing as an American dream when it just comes to you and there is no room for dreaming?
Now as I sit here in this corner of the library and notice the seven or eight students in this quiet study area studying away hoping that one day they will earn that degree and land that one job they always wanted and they can live the rest of their lives happy, and living the American dream. And I’m sure there are people out there who say they live the American dream, I would love to meet these people and see what they are doing that the rest aren’t. And just see how they define their meaning of American dream.
Now after all of this long ramble and from a simple walk from Union Station to Columbia College I came to the conclusion that living an American dream is not an everyday thing, I don’t think a person can wake up and go to sleep living the American dream. I’d now like to think that the American dream is that one little moment of happiness that time to time comes in our life. A beggar or a homeless person might feel it when they get that one person to come around giving them some food or large amount of money, or let it be the time you met the guy or girl of your dreams, or the time that you got that job or that promotion of that position that you had your eye on for years. Even if you end up hating that sooner or later, at that one point when you got that, when you met that special someone, or when you received that large amount of charity that only could put a huge smile on your face, you lived the American dream.
To me the American dream is the feeling I get each time I look out this window to the left of me and I can see Grant Park right across Michigan Ave. and think to myself that I am in a better place in this world than others, and living out a life what others only wish to live. The American dream is only a mere glimmer of happiness that passes like a shooting star, some just tend to grab a hold of that star, where others enjoy each and every time it passes by. Even if it were once in a lifetime.
September 29th 2005, 10:45 A.M..
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| ...You could be sitting taking lunch
The news will hit you like a punch
It's only Tuesday
You never thought we'd go to war
After all the things we saw
It's April Fools' day
Tomorrow never comes until it's too late
Tomorrow never comes until it's too late...
DJ Shadow - "Six Days" | | |
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