Mocking Bird Eminem Song

I am a big fan of Eminem, this guys...he raps...but how is he able to put such emotions in such a difficult way of singing?

The music video is also too good !

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S9bCLPwzSC0

Yeah
I know sometimes things may not always make sense to you right now
But hey, what daddy always tell you?
Straighten up little soldier
Stiffen up that upper lip
What you crying about?
You got me

Hailie I know you miss your mom and I know you miss your dad
Well I'm gone but I'm trying to give you the life that I never had
I can see you're sad, even when you smile, even when you laugh
I can see it in your eyes, deep inside you want to cry
Cause you're scared, I ain't there?
Daddy's with you in your prayers
No more crying, wipe them tears
Daddy's here, no more nightmares
We gon' pull together through it, we gon' do it
Laney uncles crazy, ain't he?
Yeah but he loves you girl and you better know it
We're all we got in this world
When it spins, when it swirls
When it whirls, when it twirls
Two little beautiful girls
Lookin' puzzled, in a daze
I know it's confusing you
Daddy's always on the move, mamma's always on the news
I try to keep you sheltered from it but somehow it seems
The harder that I try to do that, the more it backfires on me
All the things growing up his daddy that he had to see
Daddy don't want you to see but you see just as much as he did
We did not plan it to be this way, your mother and me
But things have gotten so bad between us
I don't see us ever being together ever again
Like we used to be when we was teenagers
But then of course everything always happens for a reason
I guess it was never meant to be
But it's just something we have no control over and that's what destiny is
But no more worries, rest your head and go to sleep
Maybe one day we'll wake up and this will all just be a dream

[Chorus]
Now hush little baby, don't you cry
Everything's gonna be alright
Stiffen that upper lip up little lady, I told ya
Daddy's here to hold ya through the night
I know mommy's not here right now and we don't know why
We feel how we feel inside
It may seem a little crazy, pretty baby
But I promise momma's gon' be alright

It's funny
I remember back one year when daddy had no money
Mommy wrapped the Christmas presents up
And stuck 'em under the tree and said some of 'em were from me
Cause daddy couldn't buy 'em
I'll never forget that Christmas I sat up the whole night crying
Cause daddy felt like a bum, see daddy had a job
But his job was to keep the food on the table for you and mom
And at the time every house that we lived in
Either kept getting broken into and robbed
Or shot up on the block and your mom was saving money for you in a jar
Tryna start a piggy bank for you so you could go to college
Almost had a thousand dollars till someone broke in and stole it
And I know it hurt so bad it broke your momma's heart
And it seemed like everything was just startin' to fall apart
Mom and dad was arguin' a lot so momma moved back
On the Chalmers in the flat one bedroom apartment
And dad moved back to the other side of 8 Mile on Novara
And that's when daddy went to California with his CD and met Dr. Dre
And flew you and momma out to see me
But daddy had to work, you and momma had to leave me
Then you started seeing daddy on the T.V. and momma didn't like it
And you and Laney were to young to understand it
Papa was a rollin' stone, momma developed a habit
And it all happened too fast for either one of us to grab it
I'm just sorry you were there and had to witness it first hand
Cause all I ever wanted to do was just make you proud
Now I'm sitting in this empty house, just reminiscing
Lookin' at your baby pictures, it just trips me out
To see how much you both have grown, it's almost like you're sisters now
Wow, guess you pretty much are and daddy's still here
Laney I'm talkin' to you too, daddy's still here
I like the sound of that, yeah
It's got a ring to it don't it?
Shh, momma's only gone for the moment

[Chorus]

And if you ask me too
Daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird
I'mma give you the world
I'mma buy a diamond ring for you
I'mma sing for you
I'll do anything for you to see you smile
And if that mockingbird don't sing and that ring don't shine
I'mma break that birdies neck
I'll go back to the jeweler who sold it to ya
And make him eat every carat don't fuck with dad (haha) 

The Housefly and the Spider

This isn't any fancy title for some STORY.
Its just that...today i witnessed with my own eyes a battle between the prey and the hunter.

Prey: - HouseFly
Size: - Medium

Hunter: - Spider

Size: - Medium (less than house fly)

What happened: -
I was closing curtains close to the window, and suddenly i heard this strong sound
of Buzzzzing ...a typical sound u hear when flies are on the glass window.
I tried following the sound on the window pain to locate the fly.

To my surprise i saw something black, grey colored ...of more than usual size something flying around and banging against the glass window.

I went closer to that object to have a look at what that weird thing was.

... and lo!.... it was a housefly struggling to get freed from the clutches of the
scary appendages of the spider. The house fly was larger than the size of the spider.

The spider had caught it from behind. It won't just let go off the fly. I hesistated several times to separate the fly from the spider....but something held me back...and that was the thought of "GOING AGAINST THE NATURE" .

The fly was meant to be hunted and the spider was meant to have its prey...so who was i to interfere? ... i let my self from intervening in that battle. i was like the NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC camera man...watching all that, minus my camera.

...psst...i did try using my mobile camera .... but mobile cam could not get the grimm details of that battle.

The fly struggled for 1 full minute ..... its wings were waving @ a speed more than usual probably.... but spider was determined and it just did not let go off that fly.

The spider was in hanging state with its spidy thread, and had clasped the fly from behind so firm...it looked as if the fly was born with that spider @ its back. The spider wouldn't just budge.

In this entire one minute, the spider did not make n e movements. Its grip was firm like ...like...i don't have the word.

After another 30 secs,....the buzzzing sound stopped. The wings came to a halt. I thought, the fly was DEAD now. I waited for few more seconds. Both were still...as if nothing happened. Then Spider made its first move after this battle, it tried to get a firmer grip by extending one of its appendage towards the back of the fly.

I was quizzed...was the fly really dead??? .... i blowed air on them ...suddenly the fly moved with its appendages, but its wings were @ stand still. With the blow of the air, the fly moved with its appendages and dragged the spider with it.

I wasn't sure if the fly moved....so, i took a stick a touched the fly ...no movement...then i touched the spider, and the spider moved along ...this time dragging the fly.

The fly was DEAD for sure now. The spider's determination finally paid off. It must be devouring its weekend non-veg dinner.

Who Am I (Regionalism)

I donno if this is a correct question. But really ....think about it....who are we?
On paper i am Maharashtrian, as my surname says so ! ... but really how much does my regionality matter ?

Some of you might say much! Some of you might think....what impact could regionality possibly have ?

I will give some real examples. In December 2009, i came to Pune. And i was looking for a home for rent. I was house hunting with my friend Chandrashekhar Dhakite.

Mr.Deshpande's home: -
Mr. Deshpande wanted to rent his home near Vanaz corner. Initially, Deshpande looked @ me suspicously. It was as if he was trying to make out ...to which region of India i belong. He had a bad experience of North indians (a north indian in his locality had created a violent scene), staying in his colony, and was not ready to rent his home to North Indians. He was more supicous of me. But when i told him my name....he kind of looked relieved. Later there was a smile on his face and was talking as if we were close aquaintences.

In another incident, there was lady who had couple of rooms which she wanted to give on rent. She was showing us rooms and through out the session she was talking to my friend Chandu in marathi and was avoiding me. Only on few occasions she talked to me and that too in Hindi. Feeling curious i asked "kaku, mi marathi ahe....tumhi maazya shi Hindi maadhe ka bolta ahat?" (Aunty, i am Marathi, ...why are you talking to me in hindi ?) ...to this she replied ... "Ahoo,......mala watla tumhi UP-BIHAR che.....tumche te kesanchi style and daadi baghun vaatla!" (u look like u r from UP or BIHAR ....i thought so because of your hair and beard style!)

After these incidents i thought....SHIT!!! ...had i really been a North Indian, finding a home would have been a difficult thing here.

In another incident, i once went to barber's shop. Actually he was not going to work that day. But i requested him to have my hair cut - in HINDI of course! And soon we were having conversation about different hair styles. And in between he asked "Aap, UP ke ho kya?"(Are you from UP?) .... now i could not resist my curiosity. I asked him "Nahi mai ...proper Mumbai ka huun....kyon bhaiyaa?...aapko aasia kyon lagta hai?" (No i am from Mumbai ....why dude ? ....why do u think like that?)
He replied "Nahi bas...aaise hi muze laga aap shayad wahan ke ho!" and he smiled.

Since then i started thinking....wat is it that triggers people to make assumptions about someone's regionalism ? I quickly came up with a survey asking my friends what did they think about my region, when the first time they met me and were not even knowing my name!

Surprisingly, 50% said they thought i was North Indian. 50% thought i am a proper Mumbaite or Maharashtrian to be precise. I asked them the reasons for their assumptions. Here is what they had to say: -

All those who thought i was north Indian was because of my appearance: - i.e., me being fair in complexion, very small hair cut, and beard style. Maharashtrians generally do not try such fashionable beard styles. This is what they had to say.

All those who thought i was Maharashtrian was because of my Hindi accent. They say its very typical they say. Some of them also thought so because of me being round faced.

Surprisingly, one of my friend thought i was a MUSLIM ! - y? - coz of my beard style again !

But, is it really important for us to think about, a person's region? Does a person's region determines his background or his nature? Why are we so biased on basis of certain points that are actually not so important? or are they really important ?