Strange, Very strange...!

Of Mediums and Moving back and forth.

2010-08-18T04:39:00.000-07:00

The Word-ly adventures paved way for experimentation with imagery and photography these past couple of years and more. A whole lot of changes, and yet the fun remains alive in a different medium - http://flickr.com/photos/pbafna and FB.

Somehow, the blog comments seem never ending, and I yearn/
Yearn to write once again. Soon.

Until then, you would be glad to know the imagery continues at Flickr. In frames and pictures, rather than in form and structure.

The both should meet soon too. They will. I'm sure.

Happy Monsoons, and the lights will remain on here!

And your bird can fly*

2008-02-12T23:48:00.000-08:00

A needle, a few tools, colorful threads and the exquisite
feeling of flowing words, I set out to weave my poem (She's not there.)

An imposing image of her as the hands set in motion,
she smiles through the thin veil of perception. (She's so far away-)

Aloof, longing and frosty eyed; she dances in between the threads. tommorow brings us closer just a little bit more so.

An aching spread of intoxicated whiffs, calms her down
the unsettling music offers no door. (Just for now;)

F A R

S
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GHT

All across the great divides the threads lodge themselves in
bringing to the empty space, splashes of her in reminiscence.

Even the most beauteous creation, falls just a little short.
the essence isn't around, the aroma masked.

Tear away the space, rip apart the colours.
blunted needles and a longing desire (Its done now and what)

Far away the bird cruises in the skies.
revelling in flights of fancy, yet disconcertingly so;

The Poem becomes her.

Song Update : Dianne Reeves - When I Fall (Instrumental)

Let ter.

2008-01-16T00:26:00.000-08:00

Dear Pipey and the twin,

Thank you for your gracious invitation. I would love to fly to the village and smoke when i can, but the tangles of the city have lodged themselves deep into me. I'll break free and come as soon as i can.

Last night a fire broke out in Bob the butcher's shop and it took them three noodles with a broken hose to put it off, and Bob seems to be broken and gutted looking at the charred remains. The old whore lounging by the pier died last week too. They said she balded herself and ripped off a ear before she jumped to her death, something to do with a long standing belief in the end of the world according to her book of experiences. Strange book i tell you.

In other news, the merchants from the far east came again with a string of slaves tied together and fed with dates to command a better price this time around. No one seemed interested to bring the desert sands to their homes and so the merchants left, with just one slave less who didn't like the dates and the whips they gave him. Polly came around many afternoons ago with more wrinkles on her mortgaged face than the dead shoes she was loaned for the summer, Its a pity she doesn't like cupcakes anymore.

Thanksgiving is soon approaching and the dogs in the corner seem to be feeling it too. In the meantime you could also come down to the city, because I'm always here and the smoke here is in abundance.

Pollution, gutted shops and otherwise.

Until the needle tells otherwise,

Theo the greek

Song Update - Bike - Pink Floyd

The return of the Mad Fantasy Man

2008-01-10T07:36:00.000-08:00

MfM: (bursts into the room, in a manner that says it was pretty obvious): I need to take a vacation soon man. The neighbour bird has flown away too and seems to have taken all the stars with her.

Me: (*Yawn* wondering if MFM knows what the time is) Its not like there's no more birds and the stars, they are a plenty. You know?

MfM:(Getting agitated): My bird has flown away and the stars i counted are missing i tell you.

Me: (Giving up on any hope of going back to sleep again, but excercise a last, futile attempt): Ok, so looks like you do need a vacation, lets take off on a one week trip, yeah?!

MfM:(Shrugs and looks at me in a ridiculous manner): One week??? thats too long man, i'm not sure if i can handle more than an eighteen hour trip. (completes sentence with a grin)

Me: (suddenly see the light and realize MfM's ramble) Oh, i should've known better! No trips for me man, I'll be around if you want me to though..

MFM: (feels alienated and the discontent shows on the lines of his twitching face.)
*walks over to the recently painted wall and splashes* :

Watch me fly!

Song update - I shall be released - Bob Dylan

Half a scene of curious musings.

2007-09-24T05:32:00.000-07:00

Breathing spaces and a suspended world,
the city lights come shining out,
The miracle man spins his tale,
A twist and turn and a churning blast.

Tell the bird to fly,
while the silken winds engulf the sky,
A candy shop with colours-a-plenty,
The violet oar ferries the king into the setting sun.

The striking miss commands the sea,
Salted dreams and the great gig in the sky,
glitchy beeps and the flowing accordion,
Float in harmony in a clear blue key,

A battered soul rises on.

Vivid dreams pave the souls journey,
with lights and smiles and psychedelic hues,
on with the travel immersed and submerged,
the piper's blissful song,
Dreams for sale! You want them, come get them.

On a wavy river bed,
resides the artful goblin,
Immersed in his soma, his heavenly music.
They say the piper once played to him.

God is in the details the goblin said,
as he floated on, into the smoke rings of his mind.

Song Update: Satellite - Above & Beyond Pres. Oceanlab

The Heartbroken Nightingale

2007-07-20T00:50:00.000-07:00

Woman Tree - Salvador Dali

Whispering into the darkness, a nightingale fades away softly,
this nightingale had lost her song,
a little weep and a few notes escape,
draining empty with shiny droplets from a silvery stream,
the notes escape her in a swan like web entangling and hovering,
pricking and wailing as if piercing through the seemingly ephemeral layers of her mighty heart,

talks to me and you,
love is not all letters and cruising around on sundays,
it isn't about what you said or what she thought you said,
it was about when she'd fly away and the memories that would play,
the good, the bad, the suave, the passionate and all things reminiscent,
she speaks not, because she was only meant to sing,
as if the burning words were her emotion filled notes,
the letters, all dead, burning as they jumped back to life in her voice,

a warmth she projects, even in her present state,
engulfing the night in the entirety of her silence,
bares all as she rises above her own flowing song in the air,
which blows at her, overwhelming her being.
All things pass, will this pass too?
she'd wonder, as she'd lost the only
pillow of comfort she'd ever known: Love.

What if it wasn't the clouds??

2007-07-20T00:32:00.000-07:00

You are the World

Completion, Good Reward.

The World is the final card of the Major Arcana, and as such represents saturnian energies, time, and completion.

The World card pictures a dancer in a Yoni (sometimes made of laurel leaves). The Yoni symbolizes the great Mother, the cervix through which everything is born, and also the doorway to the next life after death. It is indicative of a complete circle. Everything is finally coming together, successfully and at last. You will get that Ph.D. you've been working for years to complete, graduate at long last, marry after a long engagement, or finish that huge project. This card is not for little ends, but for big ones, important ones, ones that come with well earned cheers and acknowledgements. Your hard work, knowledge, wisdom, patience, etc, will absolutely pay-off; you've done everything right.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

A shaman's visit to the city

2007-06-07T00:25:00.000-07:00

A charged weekend night in the city,
and the city people geared up to be washed over.
The slightest hint of rain clouds greeting the happy clouds,
and the confluence was quite a sight.

Like a flock of charged beings we headed to the altar
of the shaman with his console, electricity in the air
and soma flowing freely amongst the believers and otherwise.
A breakbeat and the shaman took us all in his stride.

Hit by a wave of exhilarating energy, the masses gathered,
taking in the vibes, which at times were bouncy, grungy, loopy
or downright loaded with a blasting energy, jumping around and
letting ourselves go, we danced the energy dance.

Twisted spirals and a multiverse of sound layers,
one plane at a time and there was only one way to go,
Higher. Engulfed by the soundscapes coupled with bursts of energy
and breakdowns and colour and more energy.

As the energy rose at every plane, the crowd burst out into
a hysteric wave of madness and shouting chants,
to the shaman who would lead us there, somewhere.
A plane of sights, sounds and colourful people
channeling the pure and divine energy which bounced around the
arena.

The experience ended with the want for more of the fluid flow,
exhausted beings, like flower children who hung their head
yet full of colour and the bright hope of a new dawn,
the resonating ended and gradually the beings recomposed
and recollected themselves, headed out with a head full of music
and colour and a diminishing state of underlying trance.

The bounties of fulfilled expressions and emotions,
flew out with the music themselves, a touch of liberation
and an unexpected feeling of contentment overpowered us all.
It rained that night in the city, as we got out and were washed
away by nature's sweetest emotion.

Oh yes! oh oh yes! We had the party of our lives!

Song update: Becoming Insane - Infected Mushroom

Smoke figures at play

2007-05-14T05:42:00.000-07:00

The rolling horse bursts into a balloon,
and out of the silver screen
came out a majestic lion,
a conical current of smoke,
kisses the shining light above and becomes one.

Evil tulips rise with a green grin,
tossing turtles on the sea bed.
oh! what fun, they sing and exclaim.
A tribal fire in their eyes,
a sound explosion disperses into oblivion.

Flapping windows, power
the dream journey, the orange starlet
flashes her power wand,
circling in the almost square boat,
savour a cacophonous beat.

Between such grand scenes and
the light overhead, you can sometimes hear
the soothing nightingale sing its way across the circles,
the smoke firgures open their doors and
are washed away in an emotive and flowing current.

Song Update: CLOUDS DANCING - Alice Gomez

Glimpses of an eventful journey

2007-05-02T04:41:00.000-07:00

A thousand words cruise somewhere
over the mental plane, a drop of rain
trickles down the window pane,
the music has just begun to takeover,
while the smoke is exhaled in an ever so rhythmical manner.

As you begin to set forth
to dance between the worlds, of
that what you see around you
and that what your closed eyes show you.

Ushering a wave of colourful landscapes,
a stream of uninterrupted velvety drapes,
visions of running, of flying, of dying.

With the music all around you,
you realise that the more you face,
the more you begin to accept and float on freely,
sitting by a serene brook,
the cool wind is your eiderdown,
the inviting plane welcomes you in.

Dear people,
Apologies for the rather long absence and non posting streaks, missed coming by owing to a rough(yet rewarding) bit of a whole load of work and setting up something substantial in fashion, to see me through my ocean of dreams or so i like to believe! That said, i'm looking forward to visit and be washed by your words and imagery. Cheers!

Blowjob for the mind*

2007-02-27T16:14:00.000-08:00

*s t r e t c h*

*a d j u s t*

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*l o o k a r o u n d*

*k c a b l l o r*

*Octopus's Garden* *salty sea*

*rain dance* *lady m a d o n n a*

* L o V e *

*S i t a r*

* C r a w l i n g

K I N G

S n a k e*

Alexander's Horse - Salvador Dali

* m o v e s * * t a t t o o s *

*Y e l l o w*

* I S I S *

*Ba ck Fl ip*

*Mary* *Edge* *sharp*

*H a i r Pin* * V O D K A *

* P u r p l e *

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*Sss H Oo Oo T* >>>****>>

"Twinkle, Twinkle, Who are you??"

"Yes, I wonder. Three Bags Full"

2007-02-20T16:41:00.000-08:00

Happened to stumble upon this randomly and was good fun! Especially the connect part!

Check out your VisualDNA! ;)

Get your own VisualDNA™

Pop! Goes the art.

2007-02-02T15:48:00.000-08:00

Once upon a time, in a moment of self-obsessed revelry. Experimentation with Pop art happened (which was quite enjoyable too!) here's a few potraits from the colour burst.

Pop art - Self Potrait (A-la Andy Warhol)

Fading into a parallel time-warp

Are we trippin' yet?! (The doors lie in the centre)

Lichtenstein-esque Pop potrait!

(Click on the Images for a larger view)

Fleeting moments, somewhere in between the night and the misty break of dawn

2007-01-06T00:57:00.000-08:00

Slumping into the nearest space, on a rather filled bed.
filled with magazines and newspaper and cuttings and all,
a glass tumbler, partially deaf, sitting beside an uneaten corn.
goodies for breakfast may not be too far away, visit the fire first.

a stinging pain, somewhere ankle and below, new waves of hurt rise,
until you accustom yourself to the movements itself,
the movement is accomplished in six stages, and the seventh brings return.
the slow, occasional chirping of some birds before dawn,
urges you to straighten up, think Straight.

the tingling chill enters through the window and onto your ears,
whispering, whistling, dancing, sending shivers down your being.
a rambling man lay down quietly, contemplatively.
a spring of surprise and the air in the room is ruffled.
"I must go home now" the man mutters to himself.

Shift, shaft, clean, fill.
Let there be light, let the fire burn bright,
what if it isn't the first thing tht lit the impending morning,
or the fact that the closed box was purposefully dimmed.
Smoke rises from pipes, as smoke tends to.
Washing and waving and raving around in circular discomfort.

Hold still, if you can, slump otherwise and the bed wouldn't care.
faraway on the horizon, the sun sends its most subtle waves,
calling all angels, dispelling dirt and grime. The rooster comes alive,
beaming, beaming happily. ends his happy call with a sad note,
"why am i always so late" the urban rooster thinks to himself.
It takes a whole day until the thought dissolves.

The seemingly Mad Fantasy Woman.

2006-12-25T00:00:00.000-08:00

MFW: "If you want it, Its always there, you only have to come and take it!"

Target: (Rolls eyes) (Grins) Looks at his aide muttering muffled nonsense.

Aide to Target: (looks with twinkling eyes towards MFW and resumes after a brief pause) "Take it, then".

Target: (projecting a controlled passive glance MFW's way) "Uh-huh?!"

MFW: (stutters then resumes to talk in a revealing rhythm to her target) "No! You should be there to take it, When its there!"

MFW: (Walks up and splashes red paint on the wall) "Boys!" (She sighed with a shout.)

Exit MFW.

Summer Vacations

2006-11-29T10:54:00.000-08:00

Summer vacations would always bring a smile to our faces. The thought of not having to go to school anymore gave us a renewed and bursting sense of energy. I remember the vacations I spent at gramps place tucked away in a little layout far from the maddening city. I loved my stay there and the beautiful view of the garden in the backyard which my grandfather fervently tended to. It is here that I met Ralph who lived with his parents in the opposite street.

Ralph and I became friends almost instantly, for one we were the same age and then Ralph had these uncanny little habits and objects which i never came across around where i lived. We would walk around the layout all day and talk about everything from the removing of bicycle spokes to the reflection of the sunset on the lake nearby helping ourselves with loads of popsicle and crackers as we walked along those roads which became familiar before too long, meeting the other kids and playing marble games and heading to the lake afterwards where we would play on the swing and run around until sunset on most days, when we all would marvel at the reflection it cast on the lake.

I never really felt more friendly with anyone else but Ralph, because no other kids our age around there had any of the uncanny sense of life as Ralph did back then. On other days we'd just stroll around with our popsicle and start hunting for empty matchboxes from the many streets around the area and keep it in our little bags which we usually kept marbles in. By evening we would go through our matchbox collection for the day and marvel at all the different types we would find and show it off to the other kids of the neighbourhood.

The thing with Ralph was he seldom went home during the day, he would generally come and stay around gramps place and we usually had dinner together, gramps told me that there were certain things that he wanted to avoid maybe but never told me what they were. I thought Ralph probably had a lot of lizards around the house, because even though he was not afraid to lift cockroaches and throw them at people, he was always scared of lizards.

By nights i would sit with gramps by the fireside where he would tell me stories about his days in the army and how he had to return because he was shot in the leg by the enemy. I didn't understand why the enemy would want to shoot my gramps, because he was such a kind man. Whenever i went to live there, gramps would always be happy to see me and never refused to provide anything i wanted. It was because he was very fond of me my mother would say. On sundays Ralph and I would accompany gramps to the club in his car, where we would swim and play ball with the other slightly snotty kids around the club, while gramps would play cards with his friends. Going to the club was always fun because there was always lots of delicious food there, Ralph and I would devour the filled patties and and gobble up loads of ice cream afterwards and then there was Jenny. Ralph would always be a tad bit shy when Jenny was around and he would almost suddenly stop talking on seeing Jenny, who was always vibrant and would come up and tell us about her little tea parties and invited us whenever we met. We never went. She stayed on the other side of the lake and we would always be busy playing marbles or collecting matchboxes or other vague things which tickled our curious fancy.

It was always sad when the summer vacation would end and i would have to return back to the city, Ralph would come running behind gramps car as we left, waving and shouting promising to visit me and write to me. For three years i always enjoyed going to gramps' place and all the fun that we had, until i found out that Ralph was moving, He said that his father would stay back and that he was leaving with his mother to another town because they had a new house there. He never wrote to me from his new house and I never heard from him since.

The Parallel Timeline Conspiracy.

2006-11-14T06:16:00.000-08:00

Image by Dr. Sabin Corneliu

The waiter serves a steaming cup of coffee as always,
But i'm sure i asked for tea today, Just like yesterday,
All of this seems very fishy somehow,
"Waiter, i thought i'd asked for Tea?!"

- FURTHER

The practiced ignorance disappears from his face,
looks worried as he thinks to himself,
"maybe he's no longer under the spell!"
quickly he reaches for the distress signal box.

- FLOW

"He is out of the spell! I repeat, the subject is out of the spell."
a sea of gun yielding enforcers line up on the cafe's only exit,
readying to eradicate the threat to the system,
I smiled knowingly as they approached my table.

-- - -- S H I F T (}{)

"STAY RIGHT THERE FOOLS" i said,
as i found myself seated comfortably on a couch
in a suave blue room, Besides me was a familiar,
yet somehow distant and witlessly green waiter.
smilingly he approached me as he lay the tray on the table,
"Your Tea, Sire"

Travel notes (and half a dozen stars)

2006-10-30T01:54:00.000-08:00

A loud shrieking horn and we're off,
sitting by the window, watching the tracks change,
taking us afar, to another world, another land,

The familiar, somewhat rottenly,
somewhat rancid smell greets us inmates,
as we progress the smell is more bearable
as the outside dancing winds come
charging into our fast cabins,
while the smell diffuses into a faint linger.

Cigarette buds and muddy water,
adorn the passageway of the cabins,
an occasional shout emerges at every passing dam,

A group of hijdas come singing songs,
and asking for contributions,
you don't want to invite their wrath,
so you just shut up and pay them.
they move on as they came, while
you can still hear the patronising clap,
an occasional blabber, another song.

Ever so often the quaint men appear,
they bring goodies to your cabin by way
of chai, coffee and chennas.
pitching them with corny toned lines, all their own.

Look under your seat, and
you find a man sweeping all the dust,
dirt, and anything else that he may find,
a quick sweep with the shrivelled broom,
as he puts out his hand towards you,
You don't have to ask if you told him to sweep,
he just did and he wanted spare change for it.

All this while you travel through tunnels
and valleys and plains and fields,
watching the colour of the soil change as you
move from one state to another, the weather change,
from hot to cold to rainy to dry and humid,

Watching the fields as you pass by,
the striking yellow flowers and the occasional
urchins waving at you with a colourful glee,
but don't stick your head out to draw in
the beautiful hurrying wind that blows through out,
*splat* and a burst of water thrown from another
cabin lands on you, carried by the same wind
which you wanted to draw in.

When you reach your destination, and proceed
to get off, a faint sense of that rancid smell
still lingers all around you.

Passengers rush in and out.
The quaint cabin men are replaced
by the local folk who are dishing out their
quaint lines and selling the now ubiquitous chai.
a sense of dizzy tiredness sweeps across you,
as if everything around you was still in motion,
but you can't keep up with that,
your long train journey is over.

The blue meanie

2006-09-20T23:58:00.000-07:00

It sits in the corner and stays on me all day,
quietly, discreetly to the point
that i sometimes wonder if it left,
that until i get up to move and it shoots
blue darts up my body, to and fro and to.

It must be the way you sleep said one,
must be a lot of stress said another,
I don't know, things are the way they were
before, added with a little more tempo,
but staying the same anyway.

Its almost as if it limits my actions with its darts,
and when i run my hand over it, it gives me
that feeling of a very comfortable pain, the kind
i'd actually let be. Until i get up to do something
and it darts back at me!

It lends itself to me in a bluey manner,
engulfing and entwining around my thoughtflow too,
until i realise and soothe it with a balm,
it stays calm for a couple of hours,
only to come back and haunt.
I've got to change my posture,
I've got to change my routine,
Change as it seems is suddenly forcing itself upon me.
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All of it owing to this darned backache of mine.

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Update - Off to the Stately and Colourful state of Rajasthan on vacation! Should be back on the 7th of October.

Lonely Shore

2006-09-13T11:35:00.000-07:00

Sweaty palms and a humid glare,
the waves break upon the shore.
the vibrations from the iron bell,
the one in the middle of the turbulent sea,
can still be heard across this deserted shore.

How did i land here?
when did i come?
unbecoming in this vast land of plenties,
where i have nothing more to ask,
but for other people to be with me.

I saw a ship come close
to the shore today,
but it just turned away and left,
just like everyone else.

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Song update: Rocking All Over The World - Status Quo

The Sidewalk

2006-09-04T03:57:00.001-07:00

The neatly laid out sidewalk
from being carefully laid out
with layers of sand and gravel and slabs.
has seen many a ghastly sight.

Splotches of blood, shrilly shrieks,
torn pieces of that little dress and paraphernalia
scattered around its dingy corners,
ever so often a distant horn is sounded.

Blood, More Blood.

As i step outside the music den,
out on to the sidewalk,
after feasting my senses,
the familiar smell hits my nose again,
a gush of strong wind, blows away
any remains of the toke.

Puff, Blow away.

Small whispers in a distant corner,
a twitch in the eye, as the lonely light stands,
with a solitary gaze of puff and mist,
"The sidewalk is laid out so precisely and beautifully"
Its something that you would never say.
seeing the things the sidewalk sees.

Run away, Get back.

Previously posted on -------> Spilled To Bloodlessness

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Song Update: The Godfather Theme - John Williams

The Music Tag!

2006-08-30T01:12:00.000-07:00

Anjan tagged me recently on this very interesting tag!

Rules of the tag: No Indian, Icelandic or Japanese music. No instrumentals. All information valid through the last couple of week, hence not much thought, and all rankings/lists liable to change without notice or fanfare.

My Top Five Most Heard Songs of the past few weeks:
1) When The Music's Over - The Doors
2) I'm only sleeping - The Beatles
3) Black Magic Woman - Santana
4) Wherever I May Roam - Metallica
5) Tom sawyer - Rush

Top Five Feel Good/Cheer me up/Anti Depressant Songs that I can think of:
1) Ob-la-di Ob-la-da - The Beatles
2) Shine On You Crazy Diamond - Pink Floyd
3) Come Away With Me - Norah Jones
4) Champagne Supernova - Oasis
5) Rockin' All Over The World - Status Quo

Top Five feel like shit/Life sucks/Ultra-Depressing songs of the moment:
1) Jealous Guy - John Lennon
2) Two Beds And A Coffee Machine - Savage Garden
3) Just Like A Woman - Bob Dylan
4) Girl - The Beatles
5) Toxicity - System Of A Down

Five funniest songs in living memory:
1) Fuck Her Gently – Tenacious D
2) Catholic Girls - Frank Zappa
3) Minnie The Moocher - Cab Calloway
4) Taxman - The Beatles
5) Hannukah Song - Adam Sandler

Top Five Chick Songs as of now:
1) Black Mountain Blues - Janis joplin
2) Hands Clean - Alanis Morissette
3) Zombie - The Cranberries
4) A thousand Miles- Venessa Carlton
5) Somebody To Love - Jefferson Airplane

Top Five Romantic Songs I can remember:
1) We Belong Together - Ritchie Valens
2) I Should Have Known Better - The Beatles
3) I've Got A Woman - Ray Charles
4) That Thing You Do! - The Wonders
5) Your Body Is Wonderland - John Mayer

Top five Songs with the Coolest Names:
1) Riders On The Storm - The Doors
2) The Battle Of Evermore - Led Zeppelin
3) Vanilla Sky - Paul McCartney
4) Gin Soaked Boy - Divine Comedy
5) Alan's Psychedelic Breakfast - Pink Floyd

Top Five Awesomest Cover versions on my current Most Played:
1) Sweet Dreams (Eurythmics) - Marilyn Manson
2) Drift Away (Dobie Gray) - Uncle Kracker
3) Blue Suede Shoes (Carl Perkins) - Ozzy Osbourne
4) Stairway To Heaven (Led Zeppelin) - Frank Zappa
5) Blowin' In The Wind (Bob Dylan) - Joan Baez

I'm tagging no one in particular, but feel free to do the tag if you should like it!

The Ride

2006-08-22T02:23:00.000-07:00

At all times when the world seems bleak,
the scarves fly high,
the words escape you,
and your music is dulled.

Turn the tables,
target the time,
talking the talk,
tell those tales.

When you've stood your ground and laughed,
you've straddled it all,
and gained your stride,

remember rightly, relentlessly roll,
rocking, rolling, raving
riddle run, run right, right ride,
racking ripe,
rule, rack rattle.

Like a thousand birds,
your mind will fly,
when you've waved your wand,
and fixed that song,
loved for so long and keep loving on and on,
flip a little, ride on!

Floating fleet, flimsy feet, Fillmore fun,
fight, flight, fall,
flocking faulty foes,
fickle fame, fortune, fault?
finding felling frosted.

Song Update: Communication Breakdown - Led Zeppelin

Channel 2

2006-08-14T02:30:00.000-07:00

Ever wondered if life was like a party?
and you were the Disc jockey,
music would infuse itself into your life,
even if the music was always around.

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A few mixes and scratches adding to the twist,
tweaking the shrill pitches and the distorted bends,
harnessing the rhythm, while adding the double beat,
of bars and whisky and scales and fish.

.
.

Ever thought if life was wedged onto a tight rope walk?
with a stick in your hand to balance your act through,
the seemingly never ending, sharp, thin line.
You could fall down and get back up,

.
.

You could..

But would you?

Song Update: Played A Live - Safri Duo

Celestial rant

2006-08-09T02:32:00.000-07:00

Rise and fly, up away into the skies,
be one with the transient clouds,
Float on.

I always belonged to the skies,
a place of my own amongst the
Twinkling stars.

I look to my fellow stars for my twinkle,
to the motherly skies which harbors us all
in her limitless expanse.

We set out at night to shine and
give out our twinkle, to those in search of
that something that is somewhere.

In this limitless stretch we breathe excitedly,
as father Sun appears and sends us into a tizzy,
rising up high.

And sending us twirling, into another proportion,
another patch, we twinkle on,
but only someplace new.

Everytime father Sun, sends us swirling into space.

Split Snippets

2006-07-15T03:56:00.001-07:00

"Is there nothing that will stop that boy" Pa would ask reflectively,
he knew the answer, while we swam atop
the high waves of youth, only time would eventually
stop this unstoppable wave. It worried my folks, what if it was too late?
what if i were involved in a mishap in this madness of life
running through my head like small bits of explosions
inside me that sent the madness plunging forward,
Time must have a stop, but time didn't matter,
time never mattered, We were the time, The time was Now.

Exquisite indulgence gradually required more supply of our life force;
the money, habitual experience led us to changing jobs like we didn't give a fuck.
We don't give a fuck even today, I am forty years old,
and as i sit by my window reflecting on life and everything thats happened,
there isn't anything that we ever dreamed of doing and we didn't do.
At forty today, life doesn't cease to be less fun, I was plain lucky
in the walk of my life.

Like the time when i was twenty and we almost lost our lives,
being stranded in the middle of a jungle with no place to run to,
our car which was gradually making its way into a quicksand pit,
the eerie drunken sounds from villagers near the forest, wild dogs on the loose
and absolute darkness with fireflies for company, the situation,
lets just say was controlled by a series of fortunate happenings,
we got back almost safe, if not unscathed.

But today i'm plain bored, bored of life.
We raced ourselves ahead in time, ahead of our lives , to revel
in life itself, never knowing life would cease to be its amazing self
sometime. what was the purpose of life? we lived the life,
did everything we dreamed of and today as I sit here,
looking outside my window at the people outside,
I find myself lonely, I have no true person to grow old with,
after I divorced for the third time i gave up any hopes of ever settling down
I never had kids, never really liked the prospect,
I lived life on my terms, feeding all its cravings and it wanes on me today,
The price that is to be paid for living life in a supersonic drive,
Life has nothing more to offer to me,
and i shall end this treacherous thing today,

-
x
-

its what i always planned to do,

if life ever ceased to be fun.

The Madcap exits

2006-07-11T23:31:00.000-07:00

The Legendary genius, Guitar virtuoso, Visionary and most of all an accomplished musician passed away last week, at the age of 60, which concluded his long chosen seclusion from the world.
Roger Keith Barrett, popularly known as Syd Barrett, the co-founder and genius behind Pink Floyd who exited the band rather early, owing to his mental illness catalysed by his excessive use of L.S.D (He was reported to have done almost 250 trips in a span of just 6 months).

Syd Barrett brought to music in the 60's the undeniable touch of Psychedelia accentuated by his plunge to depression and insanity which laid down the blue print for Pink Floyd which remained even after his untimely exit at the helm of their popularity.

Most of all what attracted one to the persona of Syd Barrett - The Piper, is his apparent madness which underlined his classic works. Strange sounds, cryptic lyrics with the touch of uncertain madness epitomised the expression of Psychedelia. Which has continually influenced generations of musicians time and again. His fascination for colours and filters and experimental sound leaves one breathlessly gaping at this mad genius.

To my favourite colourful madman of all times,

Shine On You Crazy Diamond!

More information about Syd Barrett -----> Here

the untoasted change of jo.

2006-06-29T06:20:00.000-07:00

There was wonce a man called John,
woo Them called Jo (them tongues was whalf-basked, cannotnot blame thems fore that) Them all whenced two the morket square in three's company, the fourth they sayed was for Jo. The marrakesh sqate this very fine day was lient up with the vileage jokes from taciturnville. The pokes comprised of the ages all. The rude vileage olde jokes, who sat in the three cornereds with Them, lighting up their pips and talcking only with theres sharp, uncanny and virulent highs.

The fool amongst the jokes was talking with his little croonked highs, He wuss callt Cock-eye also, they and Them lookt into him highs and at wonce both thinked of this joker Bush as a twistend fellow whom was most vile and ever more sligh than the mast cunning cunt in the whole of the mounchains, even the mirrage breaked when he sheen himself every mourning with his highs.

Thence there wasn't any middel aged jokes in them vileage, them had alls been kilt in the saksoned war of the middledies. They fought for Powder, Hunter and Gluttony. (Them not know that all three toons was hided in the bald bastids toolet rows, them has sulphured from axestream conspiratation and falled on their own stools when dying from hutnosed assfixiation.) Oblivion to such stinky norledghe the stupid middledies whenced and declared war at the beheads of thems Olde joker bush, whom have caused all middledies to dye a most colourfool deadh thanks being very dutily to them Mural poolish who speared no one of them blunt middledies and kilt thems all to debt.

Recoun thing such incidence the joker Bush have cut his dikk and flong it to the fourth end of this madness scare where Jo wast, the joker thence stance up in dickgust and say "thees way, high shall never stand up for any thong arsegain! You under cheny me?" All the other mute vileage pokes larfed in eggsitement and some ate them eyeballs and levers in this celebating pee.

All along them rocket sake towers there was childwrench from the vileage too, them lyttle ruffians kempt playing a game hof hoffing the hofse, them go cashing the hofse all aloud the watch tower and them not stop till them see the hof take him last breadth and kick him on his shoes (silly childwrench tong the horse to himself, them don't know we hofseses breed through our stomachs and not shoes and died). Unfarshootingly the hofse whom died in the mocket skake catos was a priced ponch which axetully beguiled to the meanbest moony merchunk in this mireeud muppet swake whom was an axe royull moonarch blabelled 'Misreprepresentation the vorst'. Him have been drown outted from him classle by saayco munkeys whom now rule themselves in them own classle now. Mir-bun as him is called saw him hofse's deadbody and farted crying at the top of him vice, the vileage joker bush not like it and him kill this moonarch with him hole gun, which mad the moonarch blees to death.

And so endead the mocket sqays bust-tull and all vileage folk have almost died because of th infarcted joker Bush whom shred him vile dis ease and discoiet to everybum in the prowess of the mandness sturck whcih the mocket sqake, nobody talcked abhor Jo, because him was the moonarch's cussing, him full name was lantern rereeled to be 'John shits the guile' an underwearer moonarch aperitif from the ciggarette sergis G.I. die whoce booties came to an enth afchur the moonarch's deadh, and him hatch again bechum a frog.

Song update: Band On The Run - Paul McCartney & The Wings

Commiseration

2006-06-29T05:09:00.000-07:00

Its often sad when things hit you out-of-the-blue. One such incidence was the passing away of a blogger who i'd recently got acquainted to and had taken very dearly to her photography and her collective blog which was fun to drop by because of the interesting snippets of music, books and general happenings.. In a short while i was used to accessing the photo blog atleast once everyday, owing to the interesting shots which Jenn See posted. She was very young and it just didn't seem right that she pass away in such an abrupt manner, But she followed her fish. I know i will miss hearing and reading from her and she has left behind a void which might never fill. To wherever you are Jenn see, you will be missed deeply.

I am following my fish ----> Collective blog
Tourist of everything -----> Jenn's Photography blog

Choose..

2006-06-24T03:50:00.000-07:00

A Pink Floyd poster which i made in Photoshop for myself sometime back.
(Click to enlarge)

Also, -----> Tuche And Automaton

In the words of Loki who called us all in,
this is just a more or less random askinto the ether... a few hundred
people perhaps you're one of them... I'm curious as to what'll happen,
if anything... especially curious as to what might happen if NOTHING
does...i stole your name and ask simply for some effluvia, some wrong
(w)rites, some bad tidings, goosegogs, happenstances or similarities...
nothing considered, everything permitted etc.... everything given will
be up and harried... nothing lost.... abuse at will and we'll see...
feel free to see a lack of potential & ignore this; i probably would as
well (and may yet)

Playground, anyone? :p

Travel notes (the music stays..)

2006-06-14T02:01:00.000-07:00

Staccato notes mark the incomprehensible music,
a whirlwind of green, sweeps across the mind,
an old room ceiling, mirrored the stars,
the mind traverses past the ethereal melodies.

Watch out for the gaining clouds,
a phantasmagoric laugh riot ensues,
watch that wall from the right side,
Little pieces of raging emotions, lie carefully crumbled in the corner.

Look at him, the one beside the pillar,
too many dead-ends and ditches and traps,
have taken their toll on this poor,
unsuspecting child of the mad people from Rome.

Ground him first, 3 o'clock is near,
too early for anything, too late for nothing,
The beaming full moon, shall draw you closer,
sit back, fasten those straps, you are about to take off again.

Photo by Chris Klugman, used with permission.

The Black Bug

2006-06-06T04:40:00.000-07:00

Days and days i have travelled on, little by little,
i've gained my scarlet scorn, touch me not,
for i will smite you, you may be a little blue and then i'll black you.

Muddy breath, sticky sweat,
come close, do not fret.
i long to walk away with you from the stem,
like my fellow bugs, those who escaped the predators' helm.

Let not my smutty exterior decieve you,
i reveal myself, my being, to only a discerning few.
I am the Black bug and someday i shall return home!
with scarlet splotches, from this desert biome.

previously published in Taking the Brim __Took the Broom.

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Also, There's a new photoblog where i'll be posting images taken from my phones ------> ButterShug!

Lofted.

2006-06-02T01:14:00.001-07:00

I was tagged by the fast-paced Inkblot. Although I don't like tags, I thought this was fun!

Quick introduction:

You must post a blog with six weird facts or habits about yourself. These cannot be used against you later on :)
- At the bottom name the six people you will tag next.
- Leave them a comment to let them know they've been tagged and to read your blog

1. Coffee madness - I can never start my day without a cup of hot coffee.. cos if the coffee's missing then my mornings at work are quite dazed. Also there isn't any amount of coffee that is really enough for me, although more than around 6-8 cups a day gives me panic attacks :O

2. Music - I feel music literally flowing through me especially with headphones and good music always gets me high first. When i am in a place where the music is good and loud i'm already buzzed comfortably without even having so much as a sip.

3. No.. No? No! - I find it very difficult to say no to friendly requests.. be they, for anything at all.

4. Ish-strong - I don't fall sick very easily and my wounds heal very fast too. (Wolverine, me!?) heh! Also, i was accident prone before.. there was a time when i had four accidents, all involving head injuries in a span of 3 months or so.. That, until i got some talismanic ring according to the stars which did stop the accidents.

5. Energy!!!! - I find it very wierd that i could go on partying, and spreading the energy all night long without even the slightest trace of fatigue while the party is still on. no matter how long that is, and no matter how 'gone' i am.. There's been times when i hadn't sleep for almost 2 days at a stretch.

6. Sleep - I need to be doing something while i fall asleep, i just cannot fall asleep on my own and am usually reading, listening to music or watching television till very late before i fall asleep.

Now these may not exactly be wierd, but then i can't turn my body around, nor can i sneeze with my eyes open or any of that sort!

Now on to Tagging people!!! (*grin*)

Sujay - He's a sport! I'm sure he'll be up to it.

Scout - Not sure if she'll do it, but should be fun to read if she did!

Triplesix - Hates tags, but i have a feeling she might want to take this up! :)

Sir Barrett - Should be interesting to know more from him!

Blow - Disclosures from the madhouse? I'm sure you'd want to ;)

Risha - She hangs like a star and i'd surely want to know more!

The strange hill.

2006-05-27T06:37:00.000-07:00

Slowly, the wind danced in circles,
greeting the clouds above us,
a lonely tree stood by our
side, bemocking this transcendental
dance with its resilient antics,
the world around us had
diminished.

An eerie, misty wind did its rounds,
talking to the lonely tree, blowing
past us tauntingly, it was vexing
to have to admit that we were scared,
an occasional rustle down the slope,
dangling random sounds that shook us from the spine,
adverting fear, and causing thrill
in us, unwelcome beings.

Looking out to the vast expanse of the city,
decorated with brazen midnight lights,
dancing in patterns of a
kaleidoscopic red and blue
and green and orange,
the horizon presented us
with a malevolent fire, conjured
by this supernal event.

A moth-eaten chair lay
at a distance in the courtyard, of
an old, abandoned house.
moonlight shone on this dilapidated structure,
shining in through the broken glass
and the occasional crevices,
the structure beamed shamelessly
and sprung back to life.
This old building too, was welcome to this preternatural party.

We walked back dismayed and shook,
from the shuddery sound
that emanated
from the old house.
making
our way down the slopes,
of this hill, where only the chosen were allowed,
making our way down past
the swirling plants which seemed full of life,
One last look at the festive celebrations
uphill
and we were gone,
From the place we never belonged to.

The magical spells..

2006-05-13T11:57:00.000-07:00

"Its raining!!" Liz cried out, exploding into the room. "The gods have finally blessed us. I wasn't sure how long i'd be able to bear the scorching heat!" The sky outside was a misty purple, the sun was just beginning to set off into its slumber for their part of the world. "Lets go grab a coffee, just like the old times!" She did her best to bring out her positivity towards him. The last year had been difficult for both of them, and she knew that things could get better only if she started making an effort to bridge the widening gap between them. Dan adjusted a little in his easy chair and spoke "Those were the times when we let bygones be bygones. We were free, bashful and so much in love." looking intently into her eyes he resumed to speak when he was abruptly cut my Liz in a rather eager tone "And i am trying my best to bring that love back into our lives. The only way this is going to work is by you co-operating too." As she broke out sobbing exigently. It was then that Dan realised how he consciously pushed Liz far away from him after the distressing death of his 1 year old child and he led himself to believe that it was Liz that caused the death of her son, their son.

He still remembered the day when Liz called him at office to say she was going to go meet up with her old friends and that she would take Henry along, Dan insisted that Henry stay at home but Liz had no one to leave her son with so she took him along anyway. Lunch with her friends really did relax Liz lots because she had been on a constant upbeat since the birth of her child and she knew how she needed to take time out from the monotonous schedule of hers with the exception of her son who began crying at the bistro which was rather crowded. She managed to calmly put him to sleep and left him in the baby bed in her car and resumed the foregathering, catching up with her old mates. She did loosen up lots and felt quite relaxed after a really long time. When it was time to leave she bade her goodbyes and left hurriedly to check on her son.

It was the most horrid of her nightmares. She reached out to see if her son was ok, but he was pale and frigid. She tried to wake him up but he wouldn't open his eyes. Was her son dead? as soon as the thought struck her she broke out in sobs. Shocked and bewildered her tears flowing uncontrollably and she found herself completely helpless. Imprecating herself for having left her son unattended for so long and she couldn't understand how he could have died for he was perfectly ok when she had left him. Hurriedly she dashed to the hospital on the way calling her husband Dan who was stunned and spoke no more than to say "I'm on my way to the hospital. He may not be dead after all just hurry up, please." As he hung up and left for the hospital. Unfortunately, the doctor had pronounced their son's death on arrival and Liz was torn apart now. Her maternal instinct now drove her backwards into the most torturing labyrinths of her mind and all the time she blamed herself for having caused it.

When Dan arrived and saw his dead child, he was a broken man. The creases on his face expanded as he learnt the cause of the death. Death by Asphyxiation, very simply suffocation by lack of oxygen. His sorrow and anger knew no bounds. He knew that very moment, that their connubial bliss had come to a full stop that very moment. He could not think of anyway to forgive her and blamed her entirely in his shocked state. Liz was torn, she knew that although it was her fault, it was never her intention to actually let him die in any way. She knew better than that. But Dan, with his mental state was far too blinded to empathize. What continued since then was Dan's silence and Liz's helplessness. Dan hardly spoke to her. He built himself a wall that permitted no emotions to pass through. His mind ran faster cycles but it was as if his face was detached and almost devoid of any emotion with the exception of the lounging frown that he wore. Liz tried her best to overcome her own grief and set their lives back together. But to no avail. He was impenetrable.

Recalling the horrific turn-out of events Dan felt extremely remorseful of the fact that he had distanced so unreasonably from her, coming out of his shock he realised that his home and life was in tatters. He spoke in a teary tint as he embraced Liz "I have been very hard on both myself and you, not realizing that we needed each other to overcome the pain that befell upon us. Please forgive me Lizzie i just lost my wits when confronted by the sight of my blue, lifeless baby." as the tears rolled down his crinkled face. "Do you think it was any different on my part, goddamnit! The thought of driving my possibly dead son to the hospital, blaming myself for the neglect which went haywire in such a banging manner. I needed you then, Dan. I really did and if you were too filled with grief yourself to be there, you should have atleast made an effort, to reach out and help us overcome it but instead you alienated yourself dissociated with me." They spoke no more as they lay in each others shoulders, crying and consoling themselves as the cool breeze blew in and infused new life into their dilapidated selves.

Dan spoke with an almost hopeful vigor "Aaah! Its that beautiful smell of rain again! makes me feel so young again! I'm so sorry we had to go through all this love, Lets go grab that coffee and really let bygones be bygones. I Promise." He said reassuringly, feeling his strenght back when he saw how Liz's face lit up full of hope after almost a year of grief struck paleness. "And i cant wait to relive our old selves again as we overcome the hurdles that life throws at us." she said beamingly as they broke into a long, lingering kiss. Suddenly transformed into another world, one of hope, light and happiness; light years away from the dark world they were living in heretofore. "The desserts should wait for after the coffee." Dan spoke, back to his punk-humoured self. "And interestingly, i just can't wait to discover the course for tonight." she said with a wink. Dan loved her obscure humour and they drove off into the mizzling road. So much in love, again. So free and bashfully so. It rained that whole night washing away the old tawny pictures, bringing back a pollyannaish colour to the worlds it bechanced on.

Random images from my phone... Pt.2

2006-05-05T01:36:00.000-07:00

The story of a lamp.

Turn on.

Tune in.

A burning dragon on the verge of self-destruction.

Only to be swallowed by the Great serpent of the skies

Descending back into its ethereal slumber.

Leaving behind a fiery hued after-glow.

Drop out.

The negate lamp engulfs it all.

SynchroniCity.

2006-04-16T00:20:00.000-07:00

Frantic and disillusioned she ran out to the balcony of her room once more, the mid-day sun shone feebly from the thick clouds of black smoke rising from all around the city. "As if, this goddamn city was at war" Emily thought to herself before another small explosion was heard in the background. Black smoke, violent cries and the constant and seemingly never ending sound of the breaking of glass everywhere. She went back inside disgusted as she sat on her bed, considering what she could do to kill time. The answer, she already knew.. Nothing.

The city was a wasted place. Curfew had been declared owing to the maddeningly violent riots, where nothing or no one was spared. Vehicles being burnt, people being attacked. There just wasn't any hope. Inside, the only thing that was being relayed on television was the news. The chaos was the direct result of the death of a movie star. The kind who was worshipped and was god to his fans. People thronged in huge numbers to see one last glimpse of their beloved star. He died a very natural death which made the current situation even more complicated to understand. A natural death did by no means explain the violence and chaos that ensued. The curfewed roads looked almost post-war. Gutted cars, splatters of blood, policemen and their shrill sirens.

As she sat watching the news channels which offered no hope of normalcy returning soon, her disgust had grown even more. Emily came to the city with hopes of a relaxing vacation and the past two days had been particularly traumatising. She was stuck to the confines of her room and the only consolation, the view from her room, was one of violence and chaos, which quickly replaced the peaceful green surrounding which she had taken to so dearly at first sight. And the fire from the burning vehicles only mirrored the peoples emotion. She longed to call and speak to her friend but she knew she couldn't, even the network was jammed. Communication in the city was at a stand-still, with every hour that passed by, the hope of the mob calming down anytime soon was lost. Infact, they grew more and more violent. Until the Special Task Force intervened and dispersed the raging mob with a conditioned ease.

The mob hadn't got anywhere near the top-floor where Emily was, yet she was struck with paranoia. As she watched policemen this time being attacked by another mob on the television.
What had started with mourning the death of their star had changed courses with disillusioned people now suddenly fighting pointlessly, attacking the system. Law and order out of control, the system being resisted the people got more out of control going on rampage. Emily and the rest of the people of the city were now thankful to be at home, safe for the time being from the shoddy violence outside. The sun was setting when Emily came out once more, Only this time the beautiful sunset was masked by a layer of thick black smoke. Hope as it seemed was crushed and burnt, rising up in smokes. The city, it shed silent tears.

A trip with nature..

2006-04-03T06:26:00.000-07:00

It is truly humbling when
the clouds open up to you,
enticing colors draw you up
to their source,
in peace with yourself, bound
not by boundaries or orders,
its just you with nature.
As
you dance and swirl in its
abundance, looking around;
the happy flowers are dressed
at their triumphant best.
The
mountains resonate pompously,
boasting eternal life, greeting
you on this blissful journey,
The roads so mysteriously inviting;
never ending; walking pointlessly
Yet,
so full of purpose, suddenly
there's a thought, and a
million answers follow.. As you
walk the path, there's a million universes
around you,
Choose the sky and its vast and
complex expanse, The road on the way
has two paths, Which one will you take?
The heart knows.
All that you gather from the
journey, are moments of life which
you revere till eternity.

Song Update: The Gnome - Pink Floyd (Piper At The Gates Of Dawn)

Urban Cries..

2006-03-28T02:10:00.000-08:00

The air glides through the noisy night, a sea of people lurching back and forth.
loud blaring horns and louder lights; an occasional shout muffled.
"Take it, this watch, Iz only 100 bugs!" As the passers-by give no sign of having heard him;
They keep walking on, driving on.
THERE IS NO TIME TO WASTE!

An abandoned lampost casts a sepian tinge, a couple tightly glued to a wall,
their children involved in a small scramble, as the couple stay glued clutching bags by their side,
"Auto! Auto! Stop pleeees!" None of them Three-wheeler freaks show signs of stopping.
DEAF, ALL SO DEAF. CURSE THEM!

The newspaper arrives, early morning; coffee and smokes,
"A glorious new plan for the city" *sigh* *sip* *sigh*.
CAN WE ACTUALLY SEE SOME WORK GETTING DONE?!?

Strangers passing in the street, by chance two seperate glances meet,
bloodshot eyes meet the tired glance, broken glass around the corner.
AND YOU THOUGHT YOU CALLED THE SHOTS HERE?

The mind's playground..

2006-03-20T03:45:00.000-08:00

Photo by Peter Rosen

Exit wounds;

start the rolling,

a changing scene;

the spliff is lit.
Dense fumes and

denser thoughts;

waiting for the spliff

to arrive, as you watch

the faces, turned from

stirred, to calm.
The turn is yours now,

as the smoke rolls in and

time glances at you; stand still.

Floating in fumes, travelling

to the world that lies

on the other side, where

the friends' lives meet again.

where all is one; yet no one at all.
The pathway has been lit

now, visit the other side by

the way of the fire; as

you leap ahead, beyond

the fumes and the sick vibes,

Sheltered in a capsule

of abundance:

time has diminished

to the point of insignificance,
Your mind's playground is now ready..

Song Update: Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen

Wouldn't it be wonderful..

2006-03-13T23:09:00.000-08:00

Wouldn't it be wonderful
If we all Lived for a change?
and all came together,
to lift our bleak present,
to a peaceful, bright future.

Wouldn't it be great
If man loved for a change?
if hatred was reduced to
nothingness, and
joy would be measured
by the happiness, of
everyone around us.

Wouldn't we be grateful?
to ourselves and others
if we put aside the greed,
the selfishness, and just lived
in this world of ours, the world we built.

Wouldn't you cry out of joy?
If your children played
free again in clear fields,
while the birds resumed
their song, in the once silent
and dreaded fields..

Pic courtesy : Pbase

Update:

Wishing all you people a very colorful, fun-filled and Bhang-delic

HOLI

Song Update: Revolution9 - The Beatles

Survival?

2006-03-09T01:01:00.000-08:00

Painting: The Triumph of Death by Pieter Bruegel

As i walk down the road,
lost in a worldly jungle
of selfishness,
reflecting on life and this
world that was once ours.

Struck by the uneasy feeling
of reality,
sadness fills my heart,
looking at all the blinded people,
and thier effort called survival.

Having closed all the doors
around them,
but, the worldly one where
power, greed and indifference
bred and made merry.

Countless lives lost, the
remaining left grieving, survival
was but cheating death, which
lay at every corner, of
even the most dingy streets.

Music update: The End (Apocalypse now OST) - The Doors

Random images from my phone....

2006-03-06T00:59:00.000-08:00

The village folk, they met on the saturday evening...

The urban cigarettes were gregarious fellows too, they met in "Packs" unlike the village beedis who met in loose "packets".

Oh look! i spotted a fly..!

But wait...

............ I SEE TWO SUNS!!

Its just me... I'm ummm.. floating! : P

AND..

The wind she told me..

2006-02-28T04:51:00.000-08:00

Slipping through my bedroom door,
the wind she told me the tales of the four,
taking me with her on her floating journey,
she told me the story despised by many.

'twas a sordid and cruel night,
when the four horsemen came in sight,
shooting repugnant looks, with bloody eyes and shining swords,
chaos they brought to the mystic woods, away from the deserted roads.

a helpless family which was savagely murdered,
the children cried while the mother was ravaged and plundered,
marred the helpless fighting father until he died,
beheaded the sorrowing children and then they no longer cried.

their souls still loom large in the woods she told me,
the mystic woods in which she once blew free,
hath now changed, the serenity was lost,
change was due, but why oh! why at the family's cost?

Sickened by the tale, i could hardly fall asleep again,
will no one avenge them? and remove the savage stain?
sadly as i lay with the wind, drifting of to sleep,
the four horsemen, in my dreams did creep.

Scaring the wind and my living wits,
as i found myself in those woods, facing them gits,
"Ye shall not even think about revenge. Mortal!"
"Don't you know us four horsemen, We're Immortal!"

the wind was gone as i lay diddering,
as i gasped and began screaming,
the horsemen laughed as they were heading towards me,
as i hid behind the nearest willow tree,

my fright turned to surprise as i intently listened to the voice form above,
"Hey, you ok? I just heard you scream. belove."
with an almost panting joy i opened my eyes, to find my sweetheart by my side,
her intent gaze told her all, "it was only a nightmare it will subside".

smiling feebly i knew all was Ok, all was fine,
the four horsemen sure did send a shiver down my spine,
the wind she had returned and looked sadly at me,
"if they ever return again remember to head for the ole' willow tree."

Music update - Chapter 24 - Pink floyd (Barrett)

Of Heartaches and Joy

2006-02-24T03:19:00.000-08:00

"I don't know why you weren't talking to me, Matt" Amy said as she broke out into a fit of crying at the other end of the phone.
"You spoke to everyone and you just ignored me" she said sobbing uncontrollably. "Do you know how difficult it is for me to come to terms with that?"

Matt was taken aback by the thought of her crying and said "Now Amy i'm really sorry i didn't mean to hurt you so much, you know that don't you? It's just that all these things happening now. I just couldn't come to terms with the fact that you were actually seeing someone else and i really didn't know how to react."

"I know Matt, but you think its easy on my part? I was so heartbroken when you just completely chose to ignore me. Haven't we been friends longer than i even know him? It's just too hard for me and i have to make choices too you know" She said in an almost yearning voice of that of a little girl. Matt just melted, he was never good at putting a harsh front anyway because he knew it would wear off at the slightest hint of pain when he saw it.

"Amy, I am really very sorry please don't cry it's just that i've harboured so many feelings for you and then one day i see your dating someone else. I was bound to get shocked and shattered."

"True Matt, but i really can't convince my heart, besides we'll always be the way we were! It's better being friends you know.. that way i'll never lose you!" Even though that made practical sense. Matt knew it was just a pacifying statement he didn't want to be "Just friends" with her. He adored her lots and knew she was aware of that. He longed to sing her lovely songs, to be there for her when things went wrong. He longed to cuddle up with her and live the intimacy of it all, he wanted to simply give her the best time of her life. They had known each other for almost two years now, yet Matt was sure there was something lacking in how he expressed his feelings because Amy would never know his true feelings for her. Maybe Amy knew, but there was more probablity she didn't and he cursed himself for having not expressed his feelings freely.

He spoke again with a determined and forced tone of good being "Amy, you know what it was very stupid of me to have reacted that way. And please don't cry because i really can't see you cry. I just want you to be happy and since you've made a choice, i know you will be very happy with Tom" He couldn't speak more because his heart was very heavy.

"I didn't mean to cry Matt its just that i was torn between apparent happiness and sadness of having to lose a friend like you" The words pricked Matt yet he was determined to set things right. "Of course Amy, i thought i'd lose you too, Now since your all standing on the thresholds of love and all that. I wish you all the hapiness and joy." He said as he almost smiled out of his grief at the thought of her actually being happy. He really cared for her and maybe he thought, just maybe that he may have loved her though he'd never really acknowledged that.

Amy almost seemed to read his mind from within the silence and not wanting to probe any further said "Thank you so much for understanding Matt you've been such a good friend. We'll always be friends."

"Sure Amy, Goodnight" Matt hung up with her last words pricking him deeply. But he knew, they both knew, that things would never be the same again. As Matt lay in his bed on that cruel moonlit night remembering all the good times and almost cried. For if sadness engulfed this part of the moonlit town, happiness danced and made merry in the other. As he wished her all the goodness from his heavy, broken heart and drifted off to a healing sleep.

Watch out!!! its the Hate tag! :p

2006-02-20T22:35:00.000-08:00

I've been tagged by illusion. To list out the things i hate.
Here it is, in no particular order at all...

Superficiality. Just can't stand the types cos it makes me sick, even being around them watching them put up their act.
Social gatherings. Being dragged by your parents for so called "important" gatherings. Aaah how i hate that i'd rather just be with myself than go be another addition to the social gallery.
Monotony. Life ceases to be fun when your a slave to the same routine everyday. I consciously try to break out as much as possible.. keeps me flowing that way!
Party poopers. Often these kinda people just come into a room filled with laughter and fun and spoil it all by just opening thier mouth (to either abuse or say something which just fucks the fun.) I'd rather have these people hung upside down on steep rocky cliff with no one around it for miles. lol
Relationships. Ok, so i may come across as commitment phobic. But only because i feel clogged, held back, chained just being in one, unless i'm really in love with that person. Apart from that i'd rather just keep it casual.
Unstable people. The kinds who need constant approval for all their actions. Rather crack in their way of talking and being so dependent that they leave you suffocated and gasping for air. Get a life or spare me!
People who claim to know you. Cos those who do don't claim.
Dumb Ranters. The kind who have no clue what they're talking about but do so anyway. Often diverting from the conversation itself and not knowing where they're heading themselves. sheeesh!
Being judged. 'nuff said.
Power struggles. People in it often complicating matters for themselves and everyone around them.
Reality tv show winners and their "makeovers". (Read Indian idol, Fame gurukul and crap like that) As if they've been dipped in 100% makeover solution. Often not resembling their old selves at all. Pre-decided shite.
Budgeting. I suck at it. Infact, the times i actually try to manage my resources. i often spend more in a sudden burst from being held back for not more than 2-3 days i think.
Having to justify actions. Only when its for small petty things. I mean fuck off asshole! If you cant control your flute then don't dish out snakes.
Compromising Freedom. I jsut hate it when i have to compromise my freedom and my space for others to have a ride on it. Nor do i find the concept of (indian, usually) parents trying to govern our lives at a certain point of time, very alluring.
Having to wake up.
"Please don't spoil my day
I'm miles away
And after all
I'm only sleeping " - I'm only sleeping - The Beatles.
Departure of close friends. I Just never seem to be able to handle these times properly.

I'd prolly have more small things to say but this should suffice.

Now on to tagging other people...

Kaleidoscopic Sights

2006-02-17T01:45:00.000-08:00

The violent currents,
the cool sea breeze,
the slippery sands,
the remiscent waters,

a thought comes by,
while the birds fly,
sixty-six fifty,
du weti du weti chi.

watercolour marks,
a couple handful barks,
oil n brush stroke,
they ALL went broke.

the thoughts subside,
when the waves break their tide,
a tender colour the sky wears,
a fancy victim the water craves.

All out! Right now! Go, go, go!
the whistle blower blows an alarming row,
we rush for refuge in the first place we find,
a taxman taxes us over with words unkind.

Heading back out,
with a tea blue mouth,
the waves they simply mock,
while the people vainly talk.

pic courtesy - Charles Oliver

"Mission Aborted Sir"

2006-02-10T02:46:00.000-08:00

Agent Morph, Draped in the Official Black suit with a gray, tweed overcoat, impeccable form head-to-toe. Long, neatly trimmed side-burns. Black glasses shielding the fiery look in his eyes, storms into the dark, hazy Secret service office with a copy of The Herald. Walks up to the other agents gathered around a neatly laid-out blue print of a secretive plan and slams the paper on the desk. “Now,” says Morph surveying the surprised look of the agents “We’ll never get to executing this.” As he points to the blueprint. The news-paper reads “City Under Conspiracy?”. Waiting for the other agents to speak but resumes when no one speaks. “How do you reckon the press got the whiff of this?” he says talking to no one in particular. “I had advised the Director already about keeping a strong hold on the nosy press.” In a tone that suggested disgust and anger of not having being taken seriously.

The agents were assigned to the secret mission of spreading a newly developed Solstice virus strain, which freezes the coherent ability in subjects and monitor the subjects under close surveillance. So far, they’d implanted the virus in twenty-three subjects and all showed responded positively to the virus in their various different environments. One of the subjects being a state official who was forced to resign because “he started showing Infantile tendencies at work and didn’t have a clue about what he was doing” The reports said. Their next step was to be that of re-programming the subjects into brutal and efficient super agents for the fight against the enemy countries. The subjects were particularly suited, as they would easily pass off as normal people who didn’t have a clue about the extent of damage they were going to unleash. The subjects themselves didn’t have a clue as a matter of fact.

It all seemed fine and perfectly executed by Agent Morph who was a trusted aide to the Director himself, though of late he’d been vying for the Director’s attention since the failure of the last mission of sending Ants with biologically modified DNA. structure to colonize the Moon. The Ants were masters in colonizing and modified to exist under extreme temperature ranges, equipped with a very high IQ to build nuclear weapons on the Moon. The mission failed because they forgot to bring into picture the uncanny ability of ants to get into the smallest of places and they eventually ended up destroying themselves and their spaceship by getting into the engine area and disrupting the power unit. The Ants were believed to be alive and floating somewhere in the M2 galaxy.

The Herald went on to publish wisps of the mission, which they claimed was sent by an unnamed person in a telepathic message to their resident Telepathist. Telepathy was an important energy, which was harnessed in recent times by Dr. Sunshine Leary. And the agents had included the telepathic strain into the DNA structure of the Solstice virus to keep their agents well in-tune with the present scenario. As they engaged in a brain-storming session considering the important points of the mission and where the information may have slipped. Agent Zarko who was quiet all this time, spoke for the first time. Deep cut eyes, which were amplified by the power in his glasses and strong, pointed features. He spoke with the conviction of an army general who was getting ready to go to war. “I believe, Mr. Morph that the leak in information is owing to Subject number 19.” The subjects in question were in a slow process of having their identities completely erased and were referred to by the generic tag-names till they would be “ready”. Agent Morph almost laughed off the thought at first but mid-way retracted with self-damning glare.

Rushing to the monitor of Subject 19 and realized that he had shown the most amount of mental exertion under the virus in his surrounding which was one of a lifeless one-bedroom apartment in the farthest corner of the dark and dirty claus alley. His reports showed that he showed many instances of heightened sentences and now, this. It was explained by Agent Xan-fax that there was some technical error, which affected the victim yet hadn’t fully erased the conscience of what was happening to him.

A dejected Agent Morph sat down on his chair not believing his luck. He forcibly undertook the mission from the Director, under strict guidelines that if any reports surfaced about such a mission it would be aborted. He knew, that this was probably his last chance to prove himself and he failed yet again. He immediately ordered the execution and/or dispersal of the subjects as had been pre-planned before the mission in case of mishap.

As he left the building of the Secret service met by the heavy rain outside. He walked on into the rain, while the voices in his head repeated the same words he said to the Director before leaving the building in an almost slow, nightmarish tone “Mission aborted sir.” as he merged and finally disappeared into the misty, dark-purple rain.

2006-02-10T02:41:00.000-08:00

It seems i'll be off on vacation this time tommorow! Till then will leave you all with a small story.
Sayonara!

604.. An ode to the magic land

2006-02-06T22:54:00.000-08:00

Distant voices from the aurorean shore,
the portentous celebrations beckon,
heaving the seawardly current,
filled with a nostalgic heart,
i know, i want to go there again.

the promised land of all things freedom,
the place where I, lived my fancies,
amongst magnificent pathways and a few little drops,
I have lived in these grandiose buildings,
where my soul still roams free, singing its song, the la-di-da.

Waking up to the salty sea,
Couples playing in its abundant bound,
While the plower sells his prowess,
Little creatures in the sands they dwell,
The sands of our being, the sands which tell.

of enigmatic travellers and their withered donnings,
and their rescind souls burst free again,
was it the whiff of the sea breeze?
or the warmth of their beings,
directly reflected with their glorifying presence.

I shall go back to the éclat again,
to relive those ancient celebrations,
basking in the glory of those cobbled pathways,
feeling the salty breeze and familiar sands,
which will greet my renascence,

I long to go there, I want to go there now.

My small little heartfelt tribute to the Goa in my mind, I'm going there again soon and couldn't wait to go there so i wrote something to channel the ever-building energy..

The Farewell..

2006-02-02T00:49:00.000-08:00

A mysterious halo she posseses,
a crude yet graceful aloofness crowns her,
armed with her free spirit she reaches higher,
Filled with a sea of extremes she marches on,

Unwavering in her thoguht,
leaving behind a longing hollow,
to which she will return.. someday,
to the place where she belongs.

Bringing back Celebrative joy,
for those who await her...

A poem written for a dear friend when she was leaving to another city for good.. she's back and the poem remains!

Funny surrealism trivia!

2006-02-01T03:29:00.000-08:00

Top Ten Trivia Tips about Surrealism!

South Australia was the first place to allow surrealism to stand for parliament!
Surrealism is the last letter of the Greek alphabet.
The water in oceans is four times less salty than the water in surrealism.
Surrealism was declared extinct in 1902.
If the Sun were the size of a beach ball then Jupiter would be the size of a golf ball and surrealism would be as small as a pea!
Surrealism is 984 feet tall.
California is the biggest exporter of surrealism in the world.
Some birds use surrealism to orientate themselves during migration.
Surrealism can only be destroyed by intense heat, and is impermeable even to acid!
Ideally, surrealism should be stored on its side at a temperature of 55 degrees.

Since im in the mood for useless fun here's something else i stumbled upon while browsing through the blogosphere, one more of the "Fun-blogger-thingy" posts. Makes me laugh every time i read it!!
Aaah will try not to post anymore of these for sometime atleast! hehehe :)

Who should paint you??

2006-01-30T03:00:00.000-08:00

Who Should Paint You: Pablo Picasso

Your an expressive soul who shows many emotions, with many subtleties
Only a master painter could represent your glorious contradictions

What Artist Should Paint Your Portrait?

Ummm... I expected dali, but this is cool! Who will paint you? ;)

The wicked spliff

2006-01-29T04:30:00.001-08:00

Swiftly, Mark and John climbed up the stairs to get to John's apartment.. they had met after almost two years and the excitement made them want to go catch up more on each other, there was an amazing sense of familiarity which Mark felt very wierd about because he'd never really been in touch with John all this while. As they settled themselves down around the house, Mark offered to roll a spliff for the good times back in college days. John jumped on the idea since his last spliff was almost a month back he said to John.

Mark, quickly rolled a smooth and long spliff and lit it with an eager flame. John felt the eagerness come back to him as the first whiffs of the tea hit his nostrils. Inhaling the smoke uncertainly his face became more and more relaxed as he lay back, floating as if on a boat in a slow meandering river. Coupled with a quiet ambience in the background, when suddenly Mark told him "You really must try the F2, cos then you'll be REALLY blown. John's face lit up at the prospect, little did he to know what was coming. Mark explained "take two drags and pass it on to me, exhale only when it comes back to you. That way you will be smashed!" John never smoked much of the green before and had a very utopian picture in his mind when he offered to go with the F2, Mark in his excited enthusiasm got on a really high frequency energy groove. But the F2 just hit John like the awakening chinese gong which broke his mind's utopian stoned slumber.

As John's face grew from relaxed to uncertain and he took yet another drag, when the room started revolving round him. Gathering the energy out of his chaotic state he told Mark how blowing the spliff was.. as he slumped back and closed his eyes going into a whirlwind of darkness deep below in his mind. The scorching music in the background only sent him more into a state of quiet, as he lay fighting the sinking feeling. Mark looked at him and at once new the state and offered some water which John feverishly drank and sat up in a state of aboslute chaos and uncertainity. Mark couldn't help but laugh to himself how the huge presence of John was now moving around from his sitting place with those semi-closed eyes, saying "I'm soooo blown maaan!" with an uncertain smile. Mark replied enthusiastically "Yea man!! this is sooo smashing!" as he contently smiled.

John sinked deeper and deeper and at last threw up on the floor; missing Mark by inches, as Mark realised what happened. He sort of saw it coming but not in this fashion. As John got up and made his way to the loo. Mark looked around and sick in his stomach when he looked at the mess got up and walked over towards the loo. Mark was uncertain with what he was supposed to do so called out to John "ey John, you ok man??" John let out another gulp and spoke with a disgusted accent "Yae man aa-eee-m okk". Mark sat down on the chair as he lit his ciggarette and watched John clean up and freshen up walking around in a downed criss-cross state. Mark watching him all the time asked again "You sure your ok mate??" John looked at mark and nodded as he went and crashed in his bed. Mark uncertain of his role in John's place sat away puffing on his ciggarette.

Wierd thoughts engulfed his head as he thought of John suddenly getting angry and wanting to maybe throw a chair at him or worse still try and push himself over Mark. Disgusted by the stoned imagery in his mind Mark called out to John who was now sleeping with his forearm covering his eyes "Hey John.. I guess i'll leave man, You take care". John replied "Sure man, remember to attach the paper back as you walk out through the door" as he feel back into his downwardly slumber. Mark took one look at the other room where John had thrown up, Collected his lighter and rolling paper and made his way out feeling absolutely spaced and unbelonging to John's place. Walking down the spiral steps he wondered how the whole scenario of his surroundings had completely changed in a matter of thiry-five minutes.

Walking to his bike as he rode out of John's place, Mark left John's place in a very uncertain state which made him laugh, "That was one wicked spliff" he said to himself with a stoned giggle. Riding along the wide roads with the cool breeze carresing his face Mark rode on home singing Imagine for no real reason at all, as he drove into the sunset floating on the words of his song..

2006-01-22T00:41:00.000-08:00

9:52: Enter the mad fantasy man
9:54: Curtains drawn apart
9:55: Music played in background

Me: (Sleepy stupor*) Dude! Have you no concept of time at all?

Mad Fantasy man: Not really but is the concept of time really that important??

Me:(*yawn*) awww! get away now im trying to catch some sleep had quite a draining time last night!

MFM: (walks over to the grafitti wall space and writes WAKE UP! in a screaming loud red) You shall know our velocity..

Me: (kick open the sheets and sit in bed) What are you on man?

MFM: I'm on to the raving colorful dance.. of the creatures of the after world. They call out, beckon as they revel in their surroundings of grandeur in-tune with the electronic music of the Piper.

Me: I see.. looks like you were in a Rave last night, yea?

MFM: (Shrugs) No man! i'm too scared.. YOU know it..!

Me: (wondering what he's upto, in my semi-sleep state not really wanting to carry on the conversation further, yet determined to get him to leave) But then what takes you on to the dancers and their Piper-ly Trance?

MFM: (In an unmistakbale acidic daze) I don't know man, Too much on me fookin head right now.

Me: (Resigning from the conversation, pulling the covers over my head) Alright then, Tell me when you've found the answer.. and while your leaving turn off the music please.

MFM: (walks over to the player, putting it off.. looks at the wall with a judging look; hand on his chin, the other in the pocket. Hyperventilates, Shrugs and heads to the door) You, know (he says just before leaving) I'll always be a Raver..

10:15: (Last look at the wall, as i drift off uncontrollably into a dreamy slumber)

Splitter splatter

2006-01-18T01:00:00.001-08:00

Had a fun-n-chi filled time last night! Parents were out of town and called my friends over. Had a nice sending session and listenin to nice music over some Iced tea (*without ice :p). Noisy discussions, Chaotic laughter, from all things pape and pape-like to planning secret missions including the now coveted Operation wounded duck (whacked from the U.S i believe...) which weedy came up with. The theme song of which is yet to be finalised. Nice and higher, on the bed another crack laughing session was on, Everyone thrown into fits of laughter amidst some Khakras and murrukus. What fun!

In other news, a youth magazine we're working on called SPLAT! has been doing good progress in recent days.. Finally! Articles are in and the site is up with a few pending changes. Its nice to actually realise the writing thing coming along with a very charged team.

Splat on!

2006-01-16T00:13:00.000-08:00

A poem with sylvia plath..!

I dream my fantasys and all the fantasy dreams fantasy;
I dream my fantasys and all is dream again.
(I dream I dream you up inside my fantasy.)

The fantasys go dreaming out in musical and musical,
And musical fantasy dreams in:
I dream my fantasy and all the fantasy dreams fantasy.

I dreamed that you dreamed me into fantasy
And dream me musical, dreamed me quite musical.
(I dream I dream you up inside my fantasy.)

fantasy dreams from the fantasy, fantasy's fantasys dream:
dream fantasy and fantasy's fantasy:
I dream my fantasy and all the fantasy dreams fantasy.

I dreamed you'd dream the way you dream,
But I dream musical and I dream your fantasy.
(I dream I dream you up inside my fantasy.)

I should have dreamed a fantasy instead;
At least when fantasy dreams they dream back again.
I dream my fantasy and all the fantasy dreams fantasy.

(I dream I dream you up inside my fantasy.)

- Prmod Bafna & Sylvia Plath

Click here to generate your own poem!

2006-01-14T00:33:00.000-08:00

Is the world not noisy enough??
That people shout and talk..,
Spare me the laughter, the anger, the sorrow,
Let me lie in bed and contemplate in bliss.

The reasonable Mr. Jack

2006-01-11T00:53:00.000-08:00

The Reasonable Mr. Jack was a man of reasons. A reasonable man who had reasons for his every move. Life was reasonably good to him, as he set out on his daily journey his reasons would justify his world. Which was quite content as long as it was limited to his world.
One perfectly just and reasonable morning; You see Jack was everywhere, the few people that knew him were always intrigued by his manner of speech and actions at the same time dissapointed too.

Because while jack was busy reasoning on the reasonable idea of a reason to justify his actions, he often did unreasonable things; Though no one would dare object because they would be subject to a string of orrifying and at times brutal song of reasonable reasonabilities. Jack at some point did get an idea of the resentment of the people and wrote them off as unreasonable. However, Jack consciously chose to remain ignorant to what they said as long as they didnt disagree with him..

Jack set out on his daily journey as he referred to it but did something different today.. he actually interacted with some random person. Something he hadn't done in years, striking a conversation with a man who seemed reasonable to him at the sub-urban theatre; Where before he could note the fact, he was engaged in briskly negative argument with the man, who he thought of as reasonable.. Jack proceeded to ridicule the man and his argumentative efforts with a lyrical discourse on the importance of reason in the argument. The man now growing exceedingly impatient listening to the silly words of jack now looked at him in the eye and said.. "All you have managed to do now is exhibit a variable chart-out of the degree of your madness.."
Before he even completed his sentence, Jack was stunned as if he were woken from a deep trance by the sudden absence of the music which kept him there..

As the man tried to continue speaking intending to get his point across to this stuck-up bastard in front of him.. Jack shrugged and got up walking towards the door, promptly leaving the room, owing to no reason at all..

Thats the last the world saw of the utterly reasonable Mr.Jack.

2006-01-09T05:12:00.000-08:00

An interesting quiz i hit upon browsing JP's blog.. check it out!!

Well, actually, you're the entire video for
"Garden of Eden," but especially that
manic guy dancing around in the background.
What is your role? How did you gain
admittance? You offer no suggestions, and make
no excuses. You are the one who crawls between
the thwarts, who walks the wings, planning
perdition, rack and ruin. You keep your
promise for everyone. And when the first human
finally lands on the moon, they will find you
waiting there, a sad smile on your face, and a
1967 Colt .45 limp and ready in your hand. In
the meantime, you will enjoy yourself. It's
not a problem you can stop-- it's rock and
roll.

which clip from a Guns 'N Roses video are you?
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Coffee and the college scene!

2006-01-09T00:02:00.000-08:00

|^~¤¿ `'`PsyKoAkTiv`'`¿¤~^| said:
so what else u been upto?!?

#..$^...Irr!tat!ng..Butterfly..$^...# said:
coll n coffee's... thats it!

striking excerpt from a chat with an old freind today. Smitha.. we were classmates till 2nd P.u... then i left college and continued with B.com by correspondence course.
She always striked us as this extremely vivacious person at first sight who was a little hard to digest when she started opening up, but fun nevertheless..

I was thrown into a brief flashback of the coll days... Smitha the spunky chick dashing her kinetic against the people in the parking lot.. Kunal..kushubu the eternal couple; akshay my "very good friend" back then.. and the drive of us all dalpath thinking now his name prolly meant the way of the mob..! Morning to college and immediatly afterwards one of the many people assembled-in-parking-lot-bunked-coll-again says "Which place for coffee today??" a knowing grin.. Coffee day, The bombay store.. since that was the "New Coffee place" at that time.. we'd go and gossip and drink coffee and get into some pointless argument and drink more coffee afterwards.. i dont really miss those days because i kinda grew out of it in a preferential way at some point.. one of the main reasons though was the onset of my first Panic attack.. just another day, sitting in just another coffee shop.. but the day was different because i had more coffees than usual (*8 cups in all!!) and by the time i got to my place i was in a wierd state.. a state in which i didn't really know what was happening nor why it happened!!.. Lessons learnt and coffee quitted for the next 8 months from then at the behest of my shrink.

almost 4 years later..
What struck me was the whole 'College scene' hadn't really changed for them.. I had a whirlwind journey these years.. out of coll pursuing Fashion and other courses side by side.. Living it large.. really very large.. Didnt expect them to actually change but the non-change did strike something unexpected.. As if there was some astronomical void which developed over the years

From the times that were to now.. Smitha is someone who i still keep meeting while we're at some traffic junction or the other.. (incidentally, the only places we happen to see each other!) Kunal/khushbu i figure they're still seeing each other with all the love of the world filled in their hearts.. Akshay forgiven him for all the shitty times, though can nevr really ever talk to him the way we used to before.. small resentment still remains for reasons obvious.. Dalpath the driving force is more a one-man contentment to himself when i last met him a few months back.. not that he was lonely.. he just enjoyed his company more maybe..
I took to multi-tasking channeling my energy into a heady mix of contradictions.. working/designing for my dad at our stores, in my Final year b.com correspondence course (in which i go to college four months in a year) which i haven't really found the time to attend to, reading, writing, and doing all my art and artistic concepts usually by nights over a nice spliff mayb.. coffee still remains an undeniable part.. and evenings in open-air coffee shops is quite relaxing too!

Glimpses..

2006-01-06T23:04:00.000-08:00

Floating along the Palatial and exquisite farmhouse of my friend, It was New years and we were all floating along the meandering house, People everywhere.. some of my friends playing snooker; loud shouts, cheers, faint discussions, all governed by the music in the background and the misty remains of smoke overhead.
One last sip of the Cranberry breezer and i wanted more..!
Setting out floating to get yet another breezer.. Lime or cranberry maybe getting myself to truly want one out of those and i settled for the Lime flavoured, chilled breezer.. first sip and i realised that it added the ting to the zing? Visuals were getting really intense at this point and i gulped the breezer trying to feel it but couldn't...! Walking out of the brightly lit kitchen into the exquisite and pattern filled Dining room. With its huge over head beams and an enornmous stone piece unpolished, unrefined; stood on the wall. admiring the colour-filled room and its little objects; my attention shifted to the dining table where two of my friends' friends the rasta sat..
There was an unusual silence there which i found really wierd because just in the other rooms were another group of the same rasta talking, laughing, drinking and making merry.. outside i could still hear the occasional shots from the snooker table; the vibe was everywhere but here.. sitting here they were just sitting quietly, one looking exceptionally bored and the other wearing a face of mixed emotions..
Just then my friend Rajiv passed by the dining hall and said "Dude, Look at the wall.." and he drifted off back to where he came from.. actually i neither saw him leave nor enter the place. My gaze shifted from the pregnant tension which was apparent at the table to the beautiful patterns and vividly green Ancient, probably mexican people and creatures jumping out of the stone piece on the wall and dancing.. A whole wave of emotions tookover me and i was lost yet one with the room, after what seemed like a lifetime i looked back at the table and the females were still sitting there.. it seems i had commented as to how 'Beautiful' the stone monolith was and all i got was a smirk from ips and a DOH! glance from Poo. Well they obviously didn't see the people dancing and making merry!
Just when i resumed my date with the monolith. Poo kinda spoke with a "I give up" tone to Ips "This was exactly how last new years was.." I was suddenly "awakened" by that statement as it wasn't something i expected really! Just the Ips spoke finally "yes, Varsh told me about it". My mind made up a series of its own stories in just these two statements which sounded undeniably alien to me.. i couldn't help but ask them what last new years was like...?
The bored, smirky looks did really point to something but what really i couldn't really comprehend..
Sitting there giving them my utmost attention to make them feel nice and get them back to the 'groove' maybe.. All in vain because inspite of the small laughs and the tit-bits the silence loomed large..
Poo said "This so doesn't feel like a New years time to me" Connecting to her vibe i understoood how their idea of a new years was more like a "Party Scene" which was the case here at the farm house till a few hours back when most of us went around the huge place and finally settled for a round of Chi's.. Coming back to a nearly non-existent party scene because the only people dancing were the plants.. The ipod taken over and it was time for psychedelia/blues/jazz session which obviously drove away any last whisps of the Party hope!

I tried my best to get these two females in question to be happy and actually live the feeling of this magical new years but they had some totally contradicting pictures in their own heads..
The ph levels that night remained high..
Maybe it was the last we saw of the rasta.. mayb we would see them again..

Sitting by the pool, watching the stars in the cloudless sky connect to each other, dance and shine bright and colorful.. the ocassional gasps escaped as to how beautiful it all was.. The night faded into morning with some Pt. Ravishakar to welcome the morning in the most divine way possible.. The sky changing colours by the minute before sunrise.. Dew-filled purple to a layer-filled range of purples and pinks and blues and greens.. One by one the sleepy people woke up to the call of the music. Aching heads, morning afters but a general hapiness which was a direct reflection from this beautiful morning of ours. Discontentment remained in everyone yet satisfaction and joy over-shadowed any remains of that..

We set out back to our homely shelters drained of all physical energy while the mind was still cruising around opening more doors..

2006-01-06T06:26:00.000-08:00

After the mind has travelled varied ethereal planes, grounding is but a retrospective moment of other-worldy visions and thoughts.. the doors are open now... what next?!?

Bloggadelic

2006-01-05T12:08:00.001-08:00

Was always fascinated with the whole concept of blogs.. though nevr really got myself to post actively.. some new found drive now.. lets see how long it lasts now :/ :O :p

Amazing how it all comes back.. lookin at my august posts and previous, ancient posts in other blogs.. feel like it was a different me back then.. but how different is this me from that really? absolutely mind-blogging..!

CHANGE.RETURN.SUCCESS

Of Stoners and conspiracies

2006-01-05T12:00:00.000-08:00

Got this mail from a friend in delhi at 1:30 a.m quite unlikely but dint know wat to think really!
Its really amazing how ppl actually compile these things.. cant imagine actually doin it myself for another 79 years atleast! (aaah... terrible stuff frm the blore slums and f***** up heads. *sigh*)
anyways.. read on!

Is this scary or wot !

1) New York City has 11 letters

2) Afghanistan has 11 letters.

3) Ramsin Yuseb (The terrorist who threatened to destroy the Twin Towers in 1993) has 11 letters.

4) George W Bush has 11 letters.

This could be a mere coincidence, but this gets more interesting:

1) New York is the 11th state.

2) The first plane crashing against the Twin Towers was flight number
11.

3) Flight 11 was carrying 92 passengers. 9 + 2 = 11

4) Flight 77 which also hit Twin Towers, was carrying 65 passengers.
6+5 = 11

5) The tragedy was on September 11, or 9/11 as it is now known. 9 + 1+ 1 = 11

6) The date is equal to the US emergency services telephone number
911. 9 + 1 + 1 = 11.

Sheer coincidence..?! Read on and make up your own mind:

1) The total number of victims inside all the hi-jacked planes was
254. 2 + 5 + 4 = 11.

2) September 11 is day number 254 of the calendar year. Again 2 + 5 + 4
= 11.

3) The Madrid bombing took place on 3/11/2004. 3 + 1 + 1 + 2 + 4 = 11.

4) The tragedy of Madrid happened 911 days after the Twin Towers
incident.

Now this is where things get totally eerie:

The most recognised symbol for the US , after the Stars & Stripes, is
the Eagle. The following verse is taken from the Quran, the Islamic
holy book:

"For it is written that a son of Arabia would awaken a fearsome Eagle.
The wrath of the Eagle would be felt throughout the lands of Allah and lo,
while some of the people trembled in despair still more rejoiced: for
the wrath of the Eagle cleansed the lands of Allah and there was
peace."

That verse is number 9.11 of the Quran.

Still uncovinced about all of this..?! Try this and see how you feel
afterwards, it made my hair stand on end:

Open Microsoft Word and do the following:

1. Type in capitals Q33 NY. This is the flight number of the first
plane to hit one of the Twin Towers.

2. Highlight the Q33 NY.

3. Change the font size to 48.

4. Change the actual font to the WINGDINGS

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2005-08-24T15:46:00.000-07:00

Aaah just another thing i stumble upon!! its been quite like this for me throughout afaik! i happened to be invited by a friend to blogger and got hooked lets see wat happens now!!

Posting posting posting!

2005-08-24T04:03:00.000-07:00

Posting has become a major part of my daily freetime really! cos i am active in a few forums and mod in some :O hehe i really like helping out people in forums (especially wen technology is concerned..) im mod at my irc channels site too.. a must visit if u want ur mobile related anything(s) to be satisfied! www.aivanet.com the forums there have some really active people and its niceee :D