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Jun. 21st, 2009


I am listening to Bruce Springsteen singing "We shall overcome" and its kind of awesome.

Rain came sudden today. People were really happy and running outside and walking in the rain and having fun. It looked really awesome.

Some people couldn't enjoy the rain.

But it is still funny.

People need to find the funny in the situation. It seems like the solution to every problem.

And it probably is.

Rain songs. I will write about songs that seem awesome when you listen to them during the rain. Or songs that seemed awesome when I listened to them during the rains. Soon.


Jun. 18th, 2009

Randomly posting stuff on blog, supplemental, Captain's Log :P

there are very few times when you think you are happy for no known reason. Like when it rains, only it is because it is raining that you are happy. but whatever. sometimes you are doing something that isn't really out of the ordinary, but you're feeling way cooler than you should. amazing, it feels. and the songs are all awesome and everything, even though the playlist is on shuffle. somehow, everything is clicking. for that little bit of time. and it feels so free. you think i will live forever and as soon as you think that, you know you won't, but even then you don't mind. because that moment allows it. you know, that if you were to go at a moment like that, you wouldn't mind leaving everything behind because its probably the best moment you've had. there is no fear. there is only this great happiness. you lose sight of everything that has ever hurt you, you even forget what hurt is. and you just know you are alive. and people react differently at this time, i think. i feel like breaking stuff and jumping and kicking and singing and laughing at such moments. but i can't, most of the time. ah well. it would be interesting to ask readers to discuss what they do, when they experience such 'moments'.

and what else? umm. eggs.
no hair on head, still fun to head bang.
break a leg.
wish i had fracture.
must type fast.
must do something awesome with life.
must run really fast somewhere, NOW!
drink 2 litres of glucose.
fight elephant.
i will fight elephants and pants
and man's dominion over my imagination
destroy returns
continue with reruns
end everything you could start
start it again
laugh at the fun of starting everything all over.
why do we need to reach a point?
listen to happy spanish music.
gopher holes and moles
world forgotten.
static end.

and that was a random selection of things that went through my mind when experiencing the 'moment'. that is about it.

Jun. 14th, 2009


I am now officially a cynical young boy of 20 or so years who has no idea what he is going to do with his life. I do not want to work under a person. I do not want to live a boring, worthless life of the dreaded word "Routine". I do not want to follow any sort of pattern and I do not want to do much more than absorb culture and give stilted views and opinions on all of it. I want to manipulate it to create some sort of thing that will show everyone how immensely pointless it is to do anything but revel in the beauty of existence and that the world needs not buildings and technology and whatever else that we regard as essential. My argument is simple, the society that exists did not always exist and if we disregard the necessity of its existence, we can survive still. For humans are adaptable and dynamic. We can live without worrying about the global warming if we shut everything that we have and just continue to live our lives the way we are. Grow more food, farm and just not give a hoot about all that exists around us. Would it not stop wars if we just disregarded them? It is true that not everyone can think like this, but then if the majority does, it is a possibility, is it not?

Humans have weakened themselves, they have bowed down to their own creations. They have allowed the authority of their own ideas to destroy them. What if they were stop everything and accept it?

Or what if we were to accept what we have right now? And to grow with it? Everything has evolved for some reason we cannot decipher, but what if it were meant to evolve? What if it were supposed to continue evolving and then lead to something bigger and/or better?

I don't really know, all I know is, that people have become weaker as technology has evolved. And there is a chance that it will lead us into some sort of crap situation. Devo, is a brilliant band that believes in this principle. If music technology evolves, then musicians become less decisive and have more choices, therefore leading to a de-evolution or devolution of the process of making music. It maybe that this stands true for humanity as well.

But for now, you could probably listen to Devo here:

Also, please help me, I have no idea of what I want to do with my life.

Jun. 10th, 2009

(no subject)

Yesterday, lots of books came my way,
Now they all have to stay,
Oh I believe in yesterday(?)

I bought many books, for very little money. woohoo!

I own now:

One copy of "The Wit and Wisdom of Discworld" - Terry Pratchett, costing Rs 100,

One copy of "Dune" - Frank Herbert, costing Rs 25,

One copy of "American Gods" - Neil Gaiman, costing Rs 50,

One copy of "The Jinx" - Theophile Gautier, costing Rs 10,

One copy of "Bridge to Terabithia" - Katherine Patterson, costing Rs 10,

One copy of "Portrait of an artist as an old man" - Joseph Heller, costing Rs 10,

One copy of "Vintage Baker" - Nicholson Baker, costing Rs 10.

Out of these, other than the last one, all other books I have always wanted.

It is sad, to see that they are kept away in squalor being sold for so cheap but I am glad because I can thus keep them for me. And they are all very very beautiful!

Jun. 8th, 2009


another tag.

7 random facts.

I have hopeless fixations on things like eggs.

I like staying wet for long periods of time.

I like opening bottle caps.

I love drawing question marks and Batman signs everywhere. :P

I cut my own hair recently and I found the activity a lot of fun.

I cannot sit still for any long-ish period of time, even when reading I have to walk around.

I like walking for random periods of time to nowhere in particular and then trying to ask people for a lift.

There 7.

I might have repeated something from some other tag before but it is probably not true. :P

Jun. 7th, 2009

The Not My Birthday Blues

Words disappear,
words once so clear,
Only echoes passing through the night - The Greenhornes and Holly Golightly, written by Craig James Fox

I know you're dying,
I know you know it too,
Every time I see you,
I don't know what to do. - Van Morrison

Sunshine coming through,
Rainbow coloured sky,
Paints pictures in my mind,
Wild apple trees blooming all around,
I must be in a good place now - Bobby Charles

Deny, you're such a liar - The Clash

Hey hey hey there's gonna be a storm.
And if the time will come, I will follow you.
I'll speak the same words then as you liked me to.
I'm telling you a storm is due. - The Left Banke

happy birthday.

May. 26th, 2009

Moments of Desperation

I have been so terribly bored, I don't think there is more that I can take. In such hours of boredom, I wrote a poem. I am posting it here for I have nothing else to do. I will call it nothing.

I found a world this morning,
I found a world in my hair,
I found a new universe in space,
Established dominion there,

Found a large hat to cover it,
To create day and night,
Found a small rat to guard it,
Found a government to make it right

Found a little steel plated car and kept it beside,
All the little tiny houses with tiny people inside,
Found a religion to give them purpose,
And gave a few a holy sash,
Found a purpose to find them religion,
Threatened apocalypse with potash,

Told them what to call what,
And made them understand many questions,
Never gave them any answers,
So they would figure out some good ones,

Then I made nineteen rings
And passed them on to ones I favoured,
Made another one for me,
It controlled the ones I favoured,

Showed them bits of dark power,
Forcing them to react,
Caused a tiny war,
Forcing them to interact,

Made them go against me in a final battle,
Allowed them to win in their minds proving their mettle,
I fell into the darkness cursing them over and over.
And thus I gave them 'Freedom' and they thought I did pass over,

And now they believe that they control their lives,
And presume I am so powerless,
As they work in my very hives,

They go on very unthinkingly under my control,
And they seek answers to the same questions that I had foretold.

Yes, boredom creates such "stuff". I have also discovered that if I start drawing randomly, one of the first symbols I draw is the one employed by E.Nygma, also I use various other insignia used by his arch-nemesis. I think I am obsessed. Whata-whuta. Wish I had something to do. Boredom can kill, though not the person that is bored in many cases. Ah well. Ciao.

May. 10th, 2009

(no subject)

Bob Dylan, cannot really sing very well. But I that I like I lot of musicians who can't really sing very well. But they all write very well. Bob Dylan wrote an amazing many songs, and since I have nothing to do whatsoever I will post one.

Mr. Tambourine Man

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship,
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun,
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'.
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind,
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
Seein' that he's chasing.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

I would very much like to come followin' you on this jingle jangle road, Mr. Man. I would also like tickets and paid air-fare to any Bob Dylan concert anywhere in the world. Or to meet Jimi Hendrix. But there are many things one cannot do. Life is such. Buh.

Apr. 20th, 2009


All of it, almost all of it is gone.

It was like a companion to me. It was beautiful and nice. I was all I had left, part of an identity retained only by very few things. And now it is gone.

Good bye, Hair.

Good bye, Beard.

Good bye, Vishad.


Apr. 15th, 2009


So we had made this shitty ,movie about fake russia once and we thought it was funny. We thought we shall repeat the 'formula' and make another one at the same location. We thought we lived in a free country, we thought wrong.

We decided to shoot, me and two other friends. We met up at about 11:30 PM and left for nerul. One of my friends is a metal-head, he met up with another guy who was out for the night. Another metal-head. This metal-head, though was bad luck.

We walked from Nerul Station to the 'site' along the railway tracks. It was fun. On the way, the other metal-head, dropped a package of importance to him. We searched for it, wasting about an hour. We didn't find it.

From there, we walked on. On the way, we stopped at a local bar, which was sort of open for a drink of water. Here too, (not) our enterprising metal-head delayed us by buying rum. I am all for rum all the time, but not out on the roads at about one in the morning. So we had rum which we needed to consume. We applied ourselves to the task. It wasn't much and we very soon got done. We started to leave.

As we did, there came three other drunk guys. They were engineers. They were old. They were really desperate. They were a little scary. They told us how life sucks after college, specially if you are an engineer. How the world is a bleak, sad place where girls do not exist, if you are an engineer. How everything is sad and girl-less, if you are an engineer. How you can't interact with girls and that makes you sad, when you are an engineer. How everything related to engineering has no relation to the female and this makes a person sad and other stuff like that.

*Disclaimer: It was not me who thought females and engineering are not related*

They also told us how their jobs suck and that we were awesome because we took up mass media. They wasted about an hour or an hour and a half. Luckily they left. We walked again towards the 'site' and this time reached without interruptions. We started thinking of a script.

Suddenly, two guys on a bike came. They called another guy in a car. They were police men.
They caught us and asked us what we were drinking. We explained we were making a movie. They told us that someone complained about us. They saw three guys and a 'girl' sitting on the road and complained. Apparently we were drinking(we weren't then and the alcohol was negligible, like 45ml per person, diluted with a litre of Thums Up). Then they decided to call up our parents. And they chose me.

They told us to get in the car. They took us to the police station where they troubled the other metal-head(who did look like a girl) as they should have. Then they made us sit and called us various derogatory names. Then my parents came and they made us sit more comfortably on a bench instead of the floor before my parents could see us. Then they slapped me and told me to cut my hair because I look like a muslim and/or a terrorist. They asked me if I dope, I said no, they checked my pockets and found a prop. A toy gun. They said they'll make a case. But they didn't.

After this, they let us go. We reached home and were subjected to a minor tongue lashing by mother. We waited until morning and then everyone left.

After which I was told how I am a disgrace and how no one from the family has ever been near jails or arrests. It was very sucky. Anyway, that was about it.

Now I have to cut my hair if I want to stay at home. I also cannot go out at night and it kind of sucks. Yes, that is about it. Ah well, at least my life is slightly more interesting.

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