Ritwik

Found

2012-01-31T06:52:00.000-08:00

I had escaped a 100-people gamble that I won and got myself freed from a busy-busted day. I was all tired and swamped. Unleashing every moment in search for tranquility, I landed up in the big bright zone of dust. I get every second to relinquish my event of solitude here and every second seems like a mile. The same sick counter with that old wheeze of bar-tender looking at me and nodded at my sign, I was sure it was not the time for beer but was wine. I innocently gazed around with a chilly spout, to notice whom I was surround with that night. I do it well, perhaps blessed with it, noticing every face and every cleavage existing in the room. I hushed my breath with a warm reject and tied my jacket to the chair. I knew it wasn’t cold, this damp city has learned a lot, garbage cans like politicians like sluts rolling all over for votes and humps, I have gotten used to the situation of putting my hands in my pockets and finding a few coins missing before I meet the due date.
When I had noticed everyone around me, my pitchy mind did not allow me to give-in so soon. It left someone behind on it. It made me make a move, that old funny one to be like someone ‘even’ in the crowd. I thank for the moment as to what I was about to witness would perhaps make me realize of eternity or somewhere—humanity. That black singlet and those pretty buttons on it, were just the beginning. I wish I was an intruder, a Robert-o-heart to chill my silence, kill the game and steal the chime in an old English way. I was not. I hated to call myself a spectator to someone incredible, sitting alone in the company of none but twilight. I called in for every bit of luck and kept all my good deeds at stake. I was all manhood. I was all pacific. As I took the first sip of wine, obnoxiously regretting the parody of holding the wine glass, I was all eyes on her.
She was a flower or moonlight, if poetry was all I had to be. Her eyes shined like bright crisped twines went touchy at every blink she threw. Her eyelashes were like shadows, felt exactly like the crowns of clouds forming a shadow on a beautiful cliff. Her hair reminded me of the darkest dimming of the night with a bright shining on it like a blanket of stars maintaining the beauty of night. Her lips left me numb; for a moment that reminded me of how to forget the world around. Tender, sober, divine, promising, guiltless and just neat for the moment or lifetime. I told myself selfishly “if a kiss was like a kill for her, am I ready for a thousand deaths?” I’d gather myself to ensure I was not one of the perverts, clowns and the unlucky ones who had their heads in their partners but equally had their minds at her. I wasn’t in them. I claimed it when I saw her looking straight at me for a second. I was dead for sure and dead sure she knew that although I was taking this roller-coaster ride of her body my eyes were still living in the name of naivety of my youth. She knew the truth. Her neck… wonderful long thin neck. Where the button to turn every woman—on, exists somewhere. Wise men know it. Fools are horny. Fools die hard. Wise men win it, fools don’t. I was reluctant to imagine beyond. I’m an artist and an atheist. But shamelessly putting the blame on the moment, my well-being and my humble orientation, I never wanted to give up, yet. Her shoulders were calling for a hope. They were fair, tough and tidy. Beauty was just a lame word for it. I called it destiny. With another sip of wine, I wished to forget what it was and I buried the thought of looking around getting my mind frenzied in this twitchy world puking poise. I was straight back to her. She was equally at me. Her arms, so perfect, made me thank God. They yelled perfection at every inch. Her hands were sublime and delicate. Fingers—elegant, speaking softly of intellectual words that would harrow mankind for its existence. The nails—taught me of shapes, graduating along with the thoughtless agitations created on my mind. My words on my mind break their chance slowly with pace barely to be ignored. I’m placid counting seconds seemed like a lifetime. God forgive me for what next came to me was her astonishing body. Imagining her breast was defied but the pace at which I was, I was like the ace of spades. They seem mum and humble. Hinting me that she is untouched, unloved and unearthed. I assumed her tits looked at me denying in their nocturnal prime where they would find freedom. I thought I was a martyr of hers, I willingly was, in my thoughts, a martyr of diligence to this world which has lost its prime in the name of a crime. I had reached her naval, I took my handkerchief to wipe up my forehead. I wasn’t sweating, I was pretending. It wasn’t a signal neither any sign. It was my sincerity towards my minds misdemeanor. I was ready to get punished if someone above deliberately thought it was a sin. Her naval must have been an innocent island of thoughts where one should find only salvation. Here, it was me—paranoid and paralyzed fighting with this cruel world. I never wanted to go to the roots of her belonging and the basics of mankind. I knew I would lose the game if I asked her, her-name. In my mind I was sitting at the edge of my seat. While I sipped my wine, I felt it going down from my throat like a river that climbed thousand miles to meet the sea. I took a moment, a deep breath, a short term to shut my eyes. I was amazed and I couldn’t resist to experience her wonderful legs with my naked and piercing eyes. Legs were crossed and made her look like an Egyptian queen. Her legs beamed thousand emotions. They were shiny and pure skinned. I was lucky enough to notice that the singlet she wore covered most of her but unable to reach her thighs and beyond. And so, her legs were rebellious and secretly great full that they were living this moment, here with me. They were like looking for un-fame in this twilight, they were not seeking for attention. They were like they knew they were the best then. I was paying my regards to her toe which hid in behind the sweet lock of tender shoe which she wore. Nested with the silver nail-paint on it, shining down on the floor. I remembered someone saying “Between the legs, lies the ticket to heaven”. If it is true, I wanted to be a part of all possible ride for heaven.
After all these thoughts that faded from my head, a small wield of courage cracked to occupy my thoughts. I started forming words to start a conversation with her. After all, it was the moment’s irony to blame if I could. I did not care about adjusting my hair or to take my paunch in. One thing I kept telling myself, this is the time and this is the moment for me to win the game. For she seemed open for a talk, if she was waiting for someone, her girlfriends or her boyfriend, she seemed she didn’t care for them. She looked at me as I approached; she wasn’t shocked, frightened or surprised. This act of hers, claimed if she was a maker of the situation and that she has been through this a zillion times and there were a lot of Ricardo’s approaching her with a rose in their mouth. It did not bother me, I was not a spectator neither I claimed to be a player. I was what I am. I was what I was born to be. I was on the top of my world. I was not the jack or the joker, I knew I was playing the ace of spades. She seemed prepared for what was coming next while I made my way towards her. She was awesome, when she noticed me making my move and she did not look at me, her eyes lowered and her astonishing eye-lashes appeared prominently. She was made for the moment, so was I.
I found what I was looking for.

Cradled in Love

2012-01-27T21:54:00.001-08:00

You had the blue note sapphire eyes, to back up all those gazes
To pierce my guard and to take my soul off to faraway places
Told me I'll never be alone, cos you're right there

We took a gamble with this love, like sailing to the storm
With the waves rushing over to take us, we were battling against the tide
You were my beacon of salvation, I was your starlight

So don't cry for your love, cry tears of joy
Cos you're alive cradled in love
Don't cry for your love, cry tears of joy
Cos you're alive cradled in love

I kept the love you gave me alive, and now I carry it with me
I know it's just a tear drop from mother earth, but in it I can hear a dolphin sing
Telling me I'll never be alone, I know you're right there

So with the fire still burning bright, I wanna gaze into your light
If I could see my fortune there, you know how flames can hypnotize
Do I even dare to speak out your name for fear it sounds like, like a lover

So don't cry for your love, cry tears of joy
Cos you're alive cradled in love
Don't cry for your love, cry tears of joy
Cos you're alive

What if?

2011-10-21T09:19:00.000-07:00

What if I make up to it?
Your silence.
Will it break?
Promises fallen.
Deices of brain thinking.
What if I make a start?
A start that will make things happen for us.
What if?

What if the world stops?
Between our deeds we envy.
Our dreams crashing down.
Our hopes been mended forever.
Thoughts that never met.
What if?

What if I stand?
With my foot in the door.
If I assume the world has scattered.
Finally to a mess that maps.
The reasons for our differences.
A word to die for.
what if?

All the way

2011-08-17T08:44:00.000-07:00

Seems to matter what I do, so I'm saving this 4 U
Cos it seems to be the last piece there is
And you haven't had a chance yet to taste this
Fragments of a life you shouldn't miss

Seems to matter what I say, so I'll hold my tongue at bay
And rather use my mouth to kiss your frown away
So your doubts no longer darken your day
So you can hold your head up high come what may

So please remember that I'm gonna follow through all the way

Cos it seems to matter where I go, I will always let you know
That the place where I am is never far
You know, you're not alone, don't be alarmed
I'll find you no matter where you are

So please remember that I'm gonna follow through all the way

Oh my love, if it's all I can do, I'll take the fall 4 U
Cos I will soar when I lay down with you and give my all 4 U

GET THEM HERE!!!!

2011-08-10T05:14:00.000-07:00

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The Poet And The Muse

2011-08-04T02:27:00.000-07:00

There's an old town wrought with mystery of Tom.
The poet and his muse and the magic lake,
Which gave a life to the words the poet used.
Now the muse she was his happiness,
And he rhymed about her grace.
And told her stories of treasures deep beneath the blackened waves.

Till in the stillness of one dawn
still in its mystic crown.
The muse she went down to the lake,
And in the waves she drowned.

And now to see your love set free.
You will need the witches cabin key.
Find the lady of the light gone mad with the night,
that's how you reshape destiny.

The Poet came down to the lake to call out to his dear.
When there was no answer, he was overcome with fear.
He searched in vain for his treasure lost, and too soon the night would fall.
And only his own echo would wail back at his call.
And when he swore to bring back his love by the stories hed create.
Nightmares shifted endlessly in the darkness of the lake.

And now to see your love set free.
You will need the witches cabin key.
Find the lady of the light gone mad with the night,
that's how you reshape destiny.

In the dead of night she came to him with darkness in her eyes.
Wearing a mourning gown, sweet words as her disguise.
He took her in without a word, for he saw his grave mistake.
And vowed them both to silence, deep beneath the lake.
Now if its real or just a dream. One mystery remains.
For it is said on moonless nights they may still haunt this place.

And now to see your love set free.
You will need the witches cabin key.
Find the lady of the light gone mad with the night,
that's how you reshape destiny.

And now to see your love set free.
You will need the witches cabin key.
Find the lady of the light gone mad with the night,
that's how you reshape destiny.

Change

2011-07-25T03:49:00.001-07:00

What is this chill at my heel
That makes the protections I've built around my pseudo world premiere
Tearing my utopian fiction apart as it happens to just pass along

I feel a change coming on
Rolling out of the blue like a storm
Crashing against my delirious thoughts where humanity's waiting alone

Lonely

2011-07-14T07:15:00.000-07:00

I'm tired of these lonely nights
Where everything seems out of sight
And I see no light
Sure, I've reached those heights
Where I feel happy
And free
But then I'm just thrown back down
It hurts so much when I hit the ground
I feel bound…
To you…
Nothing else matters when you're in view
The world around me just fades
But when you're gone, out of the shadows come the blades
Watching the blood pour out of veins, as it cascades
I feel like it's true
I feel like I love you
But how could someone be so rude
And have no effect? I'm still glued-
Tied to you
Maybe it has to do with what we did
I was just a mindless kid…
Hell, I still am
You just don't understand how much I'm longing to hold your hand
There's no other woman
That could ever compare with you, and where you stand
You mean too much
You've somehow become my whole heart
I hope this isn't just the start
Half of me wants to be over you
While half still wants to love you
But what am I supposed to do?
This is a war
And I created it by opening the door
Too soon… I just wanted to be yours
Lord…
Please help me, help me be free
Tell me where she stands, tell me what she's supposed to be
Until then, I'll wait patiently…

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- the POET in ME!!!

Too Many Tears

2011-06-13T04:25:00.001-07:00

I used to be the man for you
Did everything you wanted me to
So tell me, baby, what did I do wrong

I told you what you wanted to know
Precious secrets never spoken before
All I'm asking, where did I go wrong

Some things are better left unsaid
But all I do is cry instead
Now I've cried me a river
Thinking how it used to be

And there've been too many tears falling
And there've been too many hearts breaking in two
Remember what we had together
Believing it would last forever
So tell me, baby, where did I go wrong

Everything I had was yours
More than I have ever given before
So won't you tell me did I hurt you so bad

I guess I'm fooling myself
'Cause I want you and no one else
And I can't understand
Why you're doing these things to me

And there've been too many tears falling
And there've been too many hearts breaking in two
Remember what we had together
Believing it would last forever
So tell me, baby, where did I go wrong
Where did I go wrong

Now my heart is breaking
My whole world is shaking
'Cause I can't understand
Why you're doing these things to me

There've been too many tears falling
And there've been too many hearts breaking in two
Remember what we had together
Believing it would last forever
So tell me, baby, where did I go wrong
Where did I go wrong
Where did I go wrong
Where did I go wrong

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Essential WhiteSnake. Love to play the acoustic version (and I play it "well").

Orenthra's Birth

2011-05-25T06:34:00.001-07:00

In the age of loneliness and sorrow,
Was a whipped deplete tribe
That lived
They mourned and hoped for the new tomorrow,
They lurked and prayed
To see…

There were flying dragons and armored fiends,
Who made their way from the north
For a kill…
They butchered and beheaded all as they carried,
Blood on their swords and daggers
If you see…

The tribe, deprived, and mourned as they’d lost,
Their women, sons, closed ones
And family…

Sadness subjugated as hope had eluded but no one could know…
That was the night when all had gathered together, the devil, the demon and the ghosts.
And to summon all deaths and frights, was born with her first breath and sights
filled with hope that would relinquish the twinge and bend the bleakness of orphans whine.

She cleaned and healed the tribe with love, and all sang the holy songs…
They’d sacrificed the mourns of the bygones, the lost, the pain and the tragedy.
And yet they were haunted by the same fears they were stronger in their minds
filled with hope and agony that would vanquish the upcoming shadows of the deep dark rhymes.

And then they were back from the north
Those dragons and armored fiends,
For their kill…
The tribe was prepared for redemption
To justify their power and rage they had
To be…

And as they entered whistling the woods,
they had the same old prophecy,
To kill…
And the armed ones surprised, their balls dropped off,
when they saw their dragons bleed,
To death…

There she was standing with those eyes,
that howled their names and a surprise,
As she…
Tilted her palm and made them growl,
They yelled for their lives,
And pled…

Orenthra,
No!
Orenthra,
No!
Orenthra

Orenthra

Skid Row

2011-05-24T05:55:00.000-07:00

Sebastian Bach, the voice of the band Skid Row, was one of the best of his time of metal and rock. Bach, known for his voice and hard-hitting lyrics, is also known for many other incidences that add to his fame. During the late 80's when the band did not have a lead vocal, the bands guitarist Dave Sabo approached his friend Bon Jovi for the role. Bach was noticed when he singing in the wedding of rock photographer Mark Weiss. Later years, Bach was criticized for performing wearing a T-shirt which read "AIDS kills fags dead" which he claimed that he was not aware if he was wearing it. Bach has performed with GNR and Metallica on the same stage.

Bach was fired from the band when he agreed on performing for a show where Skid Row was to perform in an opening act. This was the concert for the legendary band KISS. But, the bandmates did not agree upon Bach's dicission telling him that Skid Row was too big for performing the opening act. Bach left a message on one of the bandmates anserwing machine telling him that the band was never enough to open up for KISS. Ironically, four years later, Skid Row was one of the opening acts for the KISS Farewell tour.

To Bid You Farewell

2011-05-19T03:14:00.000-07:00

I am awaiting the sunlight
Gazing modestly through the coldest morning
Once it came you lied
Embracing us over autumn's proud treetops

I stand motionless
In a parade of falling rain
Your voice I cannot hear
As I am falling again

Devotion eludes
And in sadness I lumber
In my own ashes I am standing without a soul

She wept and whispered: "I know..."

We walked into the night
Am I to bid you farewell?
Why can't you see that I try
When every tear I shed is for you?

Face Of Melinda

2011-05-10T04:09:00.000-07:00

By the turnstile beckons a damsel fair
The face of Melinda neath blackened hair
No joy would flicker in her eyes
Brooding sadness came to a rise

Words would falter to atone
Failure had passed the stepping stone
She had sworn her vows to another
This is when no-one will bother

And conceded pain in crumbling mirth
A harlot of God upon the earth
Found where she sacrificed her ways
That hollow love in her face

Still I plotted to have her back
The contentment that would fill the crack
My soul released a fluttering sigh
This day fell, the darkness nigh

I took her by the hand to say
All faith forever has been washed away
I returned for you in great dismay
Come with me, far away to stay

Endlessly gazing in nocturnal prime
She spoke of her vices and broke the rhyme
But baffled herself with the final line
My promise is made but my heart is thine

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Strange. It's an awesome song from the band Opeth. I was flabbergasted when I read its meaning. I was numb.

No End, No Beginning

2011-04-25T01:57:00.001-07:00

I feel your touch light up a wild desire
Borne on my ache to take us ever higher
In our love we are birds of prey
Every cry serves to lead astray

So carry my ache and you will know the feeling
Inside I am weak but for this love I'm bearing
So breathe your life in my shades of grey
Or kill the lights and we'll fade away

Delicious

2011-03-09T05:18:00.001-08:00

I hear a sigh, longing for loving in this life
The how and the why, that keeps us running through the night
Touching divine, for me it has only your face
I'm looking to find pieces of wisdom I've misplaced

I don't make the rules dear
You don't hear the symphony I hear
We don't get a dollar bill for every shining tear

Fictitious and so real
Love's a onetime deal
With a delicious dark appeal
And a religious kind of zeal, yeah
So precious, yet surreal
Life's a onetime deal
With a delicious dark appeal
And a religious kind of zeal, yeah

Witnessing fault in every pawn in the game
The only one called proudly answers to my name
No I don't know why love is a thief in the night
The one that you try, is your most devoted guide

We don't make the rules dear
We don't hear the symphony they hear
We don't get a dollar bill for every shining tear

Fictitious and so real
Love's a onetime deal
With a delicious dark appeal
And a religious kind of zeal, yeah
So precious, yet surreal
Life's a onetime deal
With a delicious dark appeal
And a religious kind of zeal, yeah

So thank you for choosing me, playing me, displaying me
And selling me to slavery, yeah
Thank you for using me, flaying me, erasing me
Awarding me for bravery

Fictitious and so real
Love's a onetime deal
With a delicious dark appeal
And a religious kind of zeal, yeah
So precious, yet surreal
Life's a onetime deal
With a delicious dark appeal
And a religious kind of zeal, yeah

Heal My Wounds

2011-03-01T03:30:00.000-08:00

I burn to make you understand
One wrong word and it all may come crashing down
For the fates are devious by heart
They envy you your dreams, so they'll let you drown

And there is no why, there is no how, it's like the sky, just one free flow
But you're here right now, and this is your show, so take a bow, cos the show is on right...

Here and now with all dreams realized
Would you choose still more time to do
Don't fall down when it's time to arise
No-one else can heal your wounds

Once again taboo becomes your law
What you want seems taken by another tide turning
Away from our flower field where we used to lay beneath the sky,
riding dreams to some other side

Do they burn, the wishes whispered, like secrets, they yearn, just to be heard
I'm done with questions, I have no answers, the choice is yours, cos the show is on right...

Here and now with all dreams realized
Would you choose still more time to do
Don't fall down when it's time to arise
No-one else can heal my wounds

The bigger the lies
The more they want to believe them
And like a vice
Hold on to what they believe in

Here and now with all dreams realized
Would you choose still more time to do
Don't fall down when it's time to arise
No-one else can heal my wounds

Here and now with all dreams realized
Would you choose still more time to do
Don't fall down cos I need you to rise
No-one else can heal my wounds

Overboard

2011-02-14T00:24:00.000-08:00

I see you crying and it rains, washing away the bad days, washing away the pain loss brings...

And then you smile though it aches, cos you don't believe in mistakes, just that we made a mess of things...

When the deal that you made with love is just a one way street, a one way street, you feel you'll go overboard, cos you're incomplete, incomplete.

You're not afraid to rely on any way you can try to learn to make some sense of things.

And the way you say we'll get by, with a little laugh we can fly, you know the measure of hope that brings.

When the deal that you made with love is just a one way street, a one way street, you feel you'll go overboard, cos you're incomplete, incomplete.

I hear you laughing like a child, instead of choking all riled, instead of staring at shortcomings.

Just like the rain when you cried washed all the stains of false pride,

you'll learn to make the best of things.

Have a little more of not enough
More of what is less but isn't love
Little of the same you're dreaming of
That's enough, that's enough.

The deal that you made with love is just a one way street, a one way street, you feel you'll go overboard, cos you're incomplete, incomplete.

My Playlist =|

2011-02-09T03:41:00.000-08:00

I would like to share my playlist which keeps playing on my iPod infinite times. These songs are a part of my routine and my ongoing activities. The first list is when I play when I am bored, feeling suffocated within or when I feel like dumping everything I have and running away somewhere. The songs rather speak my mind out.

Here it goes:

10. Unforgiven - Metallica
9. Almost Easy - Avenged Sevenfold
8. Crawling in Dark - Hoobastank
7. Breaking the Law - Judas Priests
6. Turn the Page - Metallica
5. Lift - Poets of The Fall
4. Like Suicide - Seether
3. Orion - Metallica
2. Please - Staind
1. Breakdown - Tantric

The next is my very best. The works of heaviest hard rock bands who have rocked the world. This one's when it is hard to concentrate.

5. Wasted Time - Skid Row
4. Shake me Down - cage the Elephant
3. Santa Monica - Theory of a Deadman
2. New Divide - Linkin Park
1. It's been a While - Staind

Death Metal Favorites

3. Windowpane - Opeth
2. As The Palaces Burn - Lamb of God
1. In The Mist She Was Standing - Opeth

Other bad a$$ playlist:

Is This Love - Whitesnake
In Trance - Scorpions
I Found You - L.A. Guns
Fuel - Metallica
Whiskey in The Jar - Metallica
F* MLYHM - Seether
Bad Girlfriend - Theory of a Deadman
By My Side - 3 doors down
Dreaming wide Awake - Poets of The Fall
The Dance of Eternity - Dream Theater
Creeping Death - Metallica
Lovedrive - Scorpions
Passion Color's Everything - Poets of The Fall
King of Fools - Poets of The Fall
Nobody's Fool - Cinderella
High Enough - Damn Yankees
Paranoid - Black Sabbath
Come As You Are - Nirvana
Dani California - Red Hot Chilli Peppers
Save Me - Poets of The Fall
Rime of the Ancient Marinier - Iron Maiden
Wild World - Jimmy Cliff
Down In Mexico - The coasters
Sorrow - Pink Floyd (P.U.L.S.E edtn)
Another Brick In The Wall II - Pink Floyd
Livin on a Prayer - Jon bon Jovi
Last Resort - Papa Roach
Attack - 30 seconds to Mars

Santa Monica

2011-02-01T07:52:00.000-08:00

Rewind

2011-01-18T05:37:00.001-08:00

What do we have but illusions where one man's absolute is another's choice
Giving in to confusion, till love and hate both tempt with the same voice
Won't you take me to a higher ground, I need to see again the way I'm bound
N' choose the uneasy redemption, run by fear and the flaws of attraction

Rewind, I wanna go it again, light up the dark, halo on the side
So I'll know it will not leave me wanting, I see my heart, waving me bye-bye
Rewind, I wanna go it again, light up the dark, halo on the side

If life itself has a meaning, is it anything more than what we choose to call it
Sweet words make appealing, but they only serve to mask the smell of what you buried
Is it worth your while to spend on a lie, even though you cannot see eye to eye
N' give in to the rumor seduction, run by fear and all the good intentions

Rewind, I wanna go it again, light up the dark, halo on the side
So I'll know it will not leave me wanting, like my love, kissing me good bye
Rewind, I wanna go it again, light up the dark, halo on the side

If this is how we think we make amends
We're in for a race that never ends
Where is it we think we'll go
What is it we think we know
It'll never change until we change ourselves

Rewind, I wanna go it again, light up the dark, halo on the side
So I'll know it will not leave me wanting, I see my heart, waving me bye-bye
Rewind, I wanna go it again, light up the dark, halo on the side
So I'll know it will not leave me wanting, like my love, kissing me good bye
Rewind, I wanna go it again, light up the dark, halo on the side

Clevermind

2010-12-07T04:00:00.000-08:00

Feeling like a fool again
Just need a new direction
A new beginning, a new beginning
I can't hold back and I can't hold on
It's all about gratification
See me running, see me running

Look the leaves are dead
The moments gone, there's no surrender
Forever now unsaid
The words that might've warmed December
Cos it's all inside your head
Like fragments of a dream you remember
So never mind, your clever mind, never mind me

Looking at the road that rises up ahead
I thought I'd learned a thing or two
But this is where it's all made new
N' I gotta throw my hands up
I can't go on if I can't stop

Staring at the ceiling from my bed
I thought I'd earned a chance or few
Thought I'd be paid in due
Time isn't made for waiting
Past isn't worth debating

Look the leaves are dead
The moments gone, there's no surrender
Forever now unsaid
The words that might've warmed December
Cos it's all inside your head
Like fragments of a dream you remember
So never mind, your clever mind, never mind me

Look the leaves are dead
The moments gone, there's no surrender
Forever now unsaid
The words that might've warmed December
Cos it's all inside your head
Like fragments of a dream you remember
So never mind, your clever mind, never mind me

And maybe tomorrow is a better day...

2010-12-06T05:35:00.000-08:00

I'd stay the hand of god, but the war is on your lips
How can I brace myself for razor blades on whips
When everything with meaning, is shattered, broken, screaming
And I'm lost inside this darkness and I fear I won't survive

I could pray and trick with a double toungue, but the only fool here's me
I choose the way to go, but the road won't set me free
Coz' I wish you'd see me, baby, save me, I'm going crazy
Tryin' to keep us real, keep us alive

I do not deal the cards and I play a lousy hand
I celebrate no victories and my promises are sand
Against all this I contrast you, when all is lost the war is through
Hey angel, dare the winds now we can fly...

This day will die tonight and there ain't no exception
We shouldn't wait for nothing to wait for
Love me in this fable, babe, my heart is in your hand
Our time is waiting right outside your door
And maybe tomorrow is a better day...

Bring'em All!!!

2010-11-02T07:13:00.000-07:00

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Someone Special

2010-06-14T06:23:00.001-07:00

I wake up to the sound of rain upon my sill
Pick up the pieces of my yesterday old thrill
Can I deliver this used up shiver
To how I pronounce my life
And leave it up to faith to go by its own will

A foggy morning greets me quietly today
I smell a fragrance in the wind blowing my way
And ever further I run to find her
I yearn to define my life
Placing my faith in chance to meet me in half way

And she's here to write her name
On my skin with kisses in the rain
Hold my head and ease my pain
In a world that's gone insane

Back row to the left
A little to the side
Slightly out of place
Look beyond the light
Where you'd least expect
There's someone special

Back row to the left
A little to the side
Slightly out of place
Look beyond the light
Where you'd least expect
There's someone special

The Road I'm On

2010-01-14T01:35:00.000-08:00

Beautiful Ones

2010-01-07T21:32:00.000-08:00

Flies with a broken wing, she's ever so graceful, so like an angel,
but I see, tears flow quietly.

The struggle she's seen this spring, when nothing comes dancing,
paying a handsome fee, and still she smiles at me.

And I can't take it, no I can't help but wonder...

Why do we sacrifice the beautiful ones?
How do you break a heart of gold?
Why do we sacrifice our beautiful souls?
Heroes of tales unsung, untold.

Sweet as an angel sings, she gives though she has none left but the
last one, free, unhesitatingly.

And I am humbled, I'm a broken mirror, and I can't help but wonder...

Why do we sacrifice the beautiful ones?
How do you break a heart of gold?
Why do we sacrifice our beautiful souls?
Heroes of tales unsung, untold.

Why do we sacrifice the beautiful ones?
Why when they walk with love alone?
Why do we sacrifice our beautiful souls?
Just trying to find their way home.

2009-12-22T10:43:00.000-08:00

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2009-12-19T01:30:00.000-08:00

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2009-12-11T21:08:00.000-08:00

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Tormented Tranquility

2009-12-07T23:26:00.000-08:00

A motionless mind, tired of thinking and expecting what was to be done, now has arrived at a stage where it does not have to think and expect anything. Time is a winner, or it is a looser - can’t be concluded. Silence has ruled all the everlasting moments, promises and trust. It has ruled over so flawlessly that there is not even a chance for the memories to pop-out and say ‘hey, we exist’. Silence still speaks, thousands and thousands of words all together, it speaks of what went wrong, why did we reach here and what is next… but it has ruled the minds. As I stand on the thin red line between what does tomorrow has to show and what has yesterday given me, I have no reservations made. My mind is motionless. Rolling on the ambiguity of what happened on the other side and then coming back to senses, mind traveled and took a heavenly ride… a big, gigantic ride through the silence and made me fall on face, right on the ground. And that it took me uncountable measures and screams for someone to pull me out and make me stand. But no one ever dared.

And now, as I stand and take a step ahead, I have no idea of what would be the consequences… because I know I am going to fall even harder. There is still a mountain to climb. They say it is the ‘mountain of sorrow’. Where only truth spits on your face and only reality hits you hard. And I find a empty note in my pocket, when opened said ‘Be prepared’. I look at the mountain, it is surrounded by plumes of smoke merging in the deep sky. Deep dark and ugly looking mountain of sorrow. There is no time to waste, the journey has already begun, if I halt here I may die. Now I have to keep walking and cross this mountain. Face the storm of hatred and feel the tormented tranquility. Plead for hope; pray for reasons as reality shows itself. My mind is crashed and has become motionless and my heart beat has slowed down. As I breathe, the killing silence yelling behind me trying to pull me back. I have to make my way, a way over the mountain and across.

Playlist

2009-03-24T20:54:00.000-07:00

Death of a Martian

2009-01-29T22:20:00.000-08:00

Its seems like a 10,000 years after I am posting anything on my blog. And during this time, I was a little too busy, sometimes very busy and sometimes - did not feel like posting anything. I dont like posting on this blog anymore. As I my posts get hardly any comments. Feels bad (ekaant mein rone jaisa). Life is life, moves on and won't have any effect even though my blog shuts.

So I am signing off. Take care love you all. Thanks for all your efforts on those (hardly any)comments

X being UX but no X with IE

2008-09-15T02:31:00.000-07:00

Ladies and Gentlemen, guys and girls, children of all ages, as a matter of fact that you all know, you all use and you all see its face everyday, I am talking about IE 6.0; all I have to say is…. IE6 SUCKS.!!
Do spread the word, even till Microsoft if it goes, ‘IE 6.0’ is the most pathetic web-browser and a biggest mistake in mankind.
Consider this as a true voice of a UXD, a CSS designer..
If you are using IE 6.0 For heaven sake, STOP. Use IE 7 or Mozzila FF or Safari.
But don’t and don’t use IE 6.0…

SPREAD THE WORD…. & NOT THE DESEASE.

Death Magnetic

2008-09-09T20:37:00.000-07:00

'The Day that Never comes', new song from my Metal Lords, my gods - METALLICA ! I heard the song first and it left me naive. The song when heard is completely wage, different and out-of-the-line types. But today, I watched the video of the song... and its F#@#$% AMMMMAAAZING ! METALLICA ROCKS even today, the song TDTNC hits hard, music shines in the video, truely sensational. The album is launching on 12th of September, and I dont want to miss it. To all the METALLICA's freakin rock ducks!! heres is METALLICA rocking your butts again... and got another news for ya all, Freakin maniacs have 'Unforgiven III' in this album too.... YEAAAHHH YEAAAHHH YEAAAHHH !!

I See You

2008-07-27T21:17:00.001-07:00

Sunday, early morning, I was in dead in my dreams as it was still a midnight for me. Many of us have that tendency to dream one common dream very often. Like I see the same old dream, where I am late for an exam, it’s already 9:45 in my watch and I am still struggling to find my pad and pen and bag, and have to travel a mile for my exam center and the paper starts at 10. Every time I see this dream a strange feeling ‘freaking I am late, if I miss this paper, I am gonna be wasting a year of my life, spending it in the same class’. As I started out of the house, juggling and running the walk, listening to my brother’s comments and pretending that I dint hear anything. I start walking faster, just then, one thing running in my mind – I have to make it for this exam or I am royally-screwed man; And then I hear the sound of a heavy thing falling right besides me. I keep on looking all around the road wondering what the heck on earth was that ! I find nothing. Coming out of the dream back to reality – I was still surprised what the heck just fell? I took a look around and I see Aji who just crashed on the floor.
Aji, Mrs. Malalti Vishnu Joshi, 83, my land-lady, who’s got one leg operated 4 years back, an excellent cook, deaf till mute, was suffering with high fever when I saw her the day before. The only person I have seen who keeps on having medicines until it reacts on the pain.
The day before, I saw her taking a Crocin since she thought it would work on the fever she had, then she took another Crocin, then tried a Metacin right after some-time she had a dose of Brufen followed by her blood-pressure tablets. Until nothing worked for her, when she tried to walk down till the bathroom in morning but before reaching there, she had fainted right besides me. Coming back – I woke-up and was completely shocked, thinking what on earth should I do now! As all my roommates had gone to Pune and I was all alone; just feeling helpless wondering what’s-next. I kept my hand on her forehead, seemed she had no clue that she just had a nice slam on the floor. She opened her eyes slowly, looked at me and asked “Did I fell on the floor, did I..?”. I kept thinking for a while, it sounded just like an elephant slipped and fell right on his back, but since aji had fainted she might not have noticed it. I said “hmmm, I think you did…”. She said “What…” and I replied “You fell…”. She kept looking at me and said “Say loudly, cannot hear” and I went “Youuuu fellll on the florrrrr”. I could feel the fever she had, she was all shivering and warm. Somehow I managed to call her relatives who stayed in Mumbai. Everyone rushed, from the bread-wala, to kaam-wali bai’s, her friends, the entire building, everyone!!
She managed to talk, but the same story to almost every one who visited the house. It was like a cassette which played “I woke-up, started walking and I fell…. Bla ..” Our neighbor Mrs. Joshi, 78, who stays all alone, has a tendency to forget things. She visited our house thrice asking the same question and every time she came to know about Aji falling, she was full of surprise. Later, after the doctor’s visit, Aji was taken to hospital and got admitted, as she had injured her leg, exactly like the other leg she got injured and operated 4 years back.
I see a strong will power in Aji, she has always been prepared for anything and everything. Most important, she is not afraid of death. She has a very strong and sharp conscious mind.
Next day I visited the hospital to see her, she was admitted in the ICU ward where she was all the way yelling at the wardens and nurses, about the food & the AC. She knew about her last experience in the hospital was. I remember last time, when she was admitted in ICU and on the next bed was laying none other than Lakshmikant Berde, famous Marathi actor. And she said in my ears that - she got a chance to see his X-ray report and all she could see was black colour everywhere in it. And she started laughing loudly – ‘why do men drink so much that they cant sustain, doctor cannot see any blood in him, its all daru. Hehh hehh ehh’
She got her leg operated and now she’s back home. Still eager to watch her Marathi serials, doesn’t like to miss any, but Aji hates being in ICU ward.
I reached home after office while entering house met our neighbor Mrs. Joshi who asked me if she gave me her flat-keys. She had forgotten it. Later she was again surprised know Aji fell, got injured, got her leg operated and now she is back with complete surprise. I have given-up this time. I went asleep and dreamt the same – I was already late for my exam – it was 9:45 and my paper begins at 10.

Break - "THE WALL"

2008-06-22T07:15:00.000-07:00

It was during 1980, in the roots of 'The Wall' sessions, that the band members David Gilmour and Roger Waters, could no longer work together. Gilmour had always seen the band producing great music whereas Waters saw the band as a social element which are driven by ideas. In the mean time, Floyd's key member Nick Wright was dropped out due to cocaine addiction. Waters believed that Pink Floyd would never work without him but the album 'The Momentary Lapse of Reason' released by David Gilmour and others proved it wrong. Roger Waters declared that he would never work with David Gilmour again due to his desire to pursue a solo career and his inability to even speak with his former bandmate. Basically the two controlling personalities could no longer stand each other, and the break-up of the group was the result. Waters believed that Pink Floyd could not exist without him, and that was proved wrong when Gilmour reunited with drummer Nick Mason and wright in 1986 to make "Momentary Lapse of Reason" and release it under the Pink Floyd name.

But after these years, both the key band members have performed many shows and released many solo albums which became hit. The question is "Will they break the Wall?" and unite again.

rELics

2008-06-19T04:53:00.000-07:00

Its been a long time, for my last post here and I havnt posted anything after that, perhaps I dint feel like posting as I cant see anyone commenting!!! Life's been the same for me, from early waking to crwoded trains, offices and work-pressures, from new friends to cribbing-collegues, nothing has changed. Apparently, I read somewhere in some magazine (some corporate-culture-shit) that during our work phases and professional lives, we come across a lot of problems aka 'issues' (now sounds corporate), and these 'issues' soon get morphed into 'challenges'. So, today the word 'issue' or 'problem' dosent exists, but a word 'challenge' emerges. So you know what it means, that this issue is now your issue and you have to solve it and YOU have to solve it, theres no escape, but to get it done. Its a challenge. Simple. (I dont want to sound sarcastic but if I am sounding... who cares. But does make sense.... for some people like me).
So mans life is full of challenges, like my bosses say - "its now your responsibilty ( to dismental this atomic bomb ) I am not going to keep following-up with the world".. Challenges have to exist, a life without challenge is like an empty boat sailing in infinity.
Every day is a challenge for many people like me or like Malti Joshi (my 83 year old land-lady with a ears till MUTE - she wont be able to hear an atomic bomb explosion until its lip-readed), or any other mumbaikar who travels from one corner of the city to other for a FEW MORE THOUSAND RUPEES and some people who are physically and mentally challenged. People think they are wiser, and they dont take-up things, especially some of them just like to deligate and escalate things. Forward work related mails, and bitch with that sad smile. And some think they are even wiser, they try to peep in others monitors and forget their work, as if the designers monitor has come from heaven and the designer has come from NASA. The clients expect they'd get a moon designed for them for a cost of slippers meant for rain. And worst is when the conductor stairs at you when he comes to know that you are falling short of one rupee and your wallet is empty, and he gives you a ticket three stops before your destination, and some beautiful females walking at your desk and asking for a favour, and once its done - they wont even fake a smile. And many more wise people who think they are wise and vice versa.

Thanks for reading my post and wasting your time on my stupid writing, I would not stop writing it and listing to 'System of a Down', 'Papa roach' or P. Floyd, as I cant survive with it. (I had 3 large peg's of Bacardi before writing this, but trust me I am not drunk, my writing is the proof ;)I have challenged myself...

Learning to Fly

2008-05-27T21:09:00.000-07:00

I never thought I could climb this high,
I thought I may fall, but was ready to die,
All I felt was to kiss the sky,
And all I knew I was learning to fly.

Away from the world, was calm and quiet,
From that crowd, noise and hidden cries,
All I could hear was sound of silence,
And all I knew I was learning to fly.

I had closed my eyes and began to feel,
Presence of God, and it felt so real,
Felt the same when I use to see in her eye,
All I felt was to kiss the sky..

And all I knew I was learning to fly.

Queen of Rain

2008-04-04T23:29:00.000-07:00

Being a music-freak, I cannot stop writing about songs which I really love to listen, some songs become have become my favorites as their wordings depict the situations and criteria's of my own life. These have become a part of my life. It’s quite mean to say but it’s true, one thing that I have discovered staying away from home since last four years, not being sarcastic but yes, life brings many situations that one has to deal with and I have dealt with many of them, these have turn to day-to-day battle’s some of them - I won and some I had to loose.
Roxette’s number ‘Queen of Rain’, is a instance that brings me to realization what I have dealt with in my life, it is indeed a great lyrical effort. There are many songs which you feel are different, some of them you feel as if they are meant for you, some of them you like to dedicate to someone. ‘Queen of Rain’, to me talks about, love, realization, as it shrugs ‘There's a time for the good in life A time to kill the pain in life, Dream about the sun, you queen of rain”.

Queen of rain :

In that big big house there are fifty doors
And one of them leads to your heart
In the time of spring I passed your gate
And tried to make a start
All I knew was the scent of sea and dew
I've been in love before, how about you

There's a time for the good in life
A time to kill the pain in life
Dream about the sun, you queen of rain

In that big old house there are fifty beds
And one of them leads to your soul
It's a bed of fear, a bed of threats
Regrets and sheets so cold
All I knew, your eyes so velvet blue
I've been in love before, how about you

There's a time for the good in life
A time to kill the pain in life
Dream about the sun, you queen of rain
It's time to place your bets in life
I've played the loser's game of life
Dream about the sun, you queen of rain

Time went by as I wrote your name in the sky
Fly, fly away, bye bye

It's time to place your bets in life
I've played the loser's game of life
Dream about the sun, you queen of rain
Dream about the sun, you queen of rain
Dream about the sun, you queen of rain, mmm
Dream about the sun, you queen of rain (dream about the sun)

The Floydian legacy

2008-03-06T20:05:00.001-08:00

A long deified path on my way towards churchgate station after office, my mind was already consumed with many things all dealing work, future and my life. I had been through a trauma and stress at work and daily routine had swallowed me completely. Longing for a good weekend, as I spoke to my cousin and he invited me at his place in Seawoods (one place I love in Mumbai) for spending weekend with him.

I was delighted as ever since no one really make any attempt to call-up and bother me, as I don’t call-up bother anyone, my cousin thought of spending a weekend! And I was on one feet to visit his place, thinking about the fried fish and chilled beer and nothing else but Floyd.

I bluffed Aji as usual as she plans wired house-hold work for me on weekends. She is really good at convincing and getting things done, but not this time I said…
I rushed early at his place, we had a good time in the afternoon watching couple of movies and the fun began in the night when the mehfil was set with hot-fried-fish, chilled beer pint and lovely music at the back. “Careful with That Axe, Eugene” was the first number from Pink Floyd's Ummagumma, followed by some of the greatest Gilmore’s hits. Then was a song “The Scarecrow” I love that number, “Sorrow”,”Shine on you..” and Roger Waters “Dark Side of the Moon”. In between, I heard “Comfortably Numb”, the song has something in it, it reminds me of Sam and good-old Datacomp (previous organization) days as I felt that I was not in the room and lost somewhere in past or another world, couldn't figure out. The same feeling I had when I heard “When the smoke is going down” in Scorpions concert which was the last song of the concert (video on ritwik.vox.com).
I supposedly am a big fan of Pink Floyd and I love their songs, they have become a part of my life, and nothing like fish, beer and Floyd. The Floyd songs reminds me of all my past right from my school-days, my arrogant teachers, memories with my friends and a lot.

Paacheddegeddon - Gujjuphobia, the return

2008-01-21T23:36:00.000-08:00

I climbed the train this morning, I had good sleep yesterday being a Monday and after all that booze on the weekend, despite I was feeling drowsy.
And once again, as the Market is really touching its toes, the great investors from Baroda, Nausaari, Ahmedabad and Rajkot started their way of communicating!
I then prayed god for something which is impossible as I wanted God to make me - Clint Eastwood with a naked Gun in my hand , a thin cigarette being chewed at the right side of my mouth......
And as soon as someone open their mouth - with a pace I fire and blow his head. BANG!!!
and in slow motion clear the smoke from the guns barrel.
It dint work, Instead I discovered the greatest formula, which needs to be put in for quantum physics and mechanics or may be quantum psychology, which goes:

f(x) + downfall of Stock market x andheri-churchgate-baroda express / forgotten iPod at home = f(massive headache entire day) + gujjuphobia x n

Gujjuphobia !

2008-01-12T23:01:00.000-08:00

I start for the day early, when I take the stairs and turn back to ciao aji, inhale the cold air, look at the rising sun and reach at the station sharp at 7:55 AM. I have the days schedule running at the back of my mind, when the train reaches sharp at 8: 02 AM, I enter the compartment - where everyday I see a bunch of crowd positioned in the same manner each day, a maximum number of people reading the Economic Times, some staring at me, some adjusting their tie, some disturbed with my heavy metal songs running in my iPOD, some talking on their cell-phone – And the most of them go – “SU KARVAANU, KAAYI NATTHI, AGADI-PACHADI, BEJA SAATHE JAAU CHU, JHOI LE !!!”

First, I never cared of what it was, then after a month, I got used to it, then was the time when I actually felt that I am traveling in a Andheri-Churchgate Baroda express, then came a time when I blamed my own self to be a Maharastrian, but I never had a problem, it seemed some kind of a sound which starts with a tiny sound which is nothing to a NOISE which is increasing and increasing and increasing – to a LOAD, VIVID NOISE!! Like a cancer – in your ears. Everyday, conversations of stocks to real estate, actors to hotels, wife’s to children, baroda to Narendra Modi’s victory, and I don’t hesitate, I enjoy, I just like it. No choice!!!

I know my self – to stand any human language; Tamil, Telgu or even a MASSAI village language or chinese, but there is no other conversation which I have experienced – which would even break the IRON MAIDEN song – Fear of the dark running in my iPOD in full volume, only one set of people with clean jazzy shirts, a zarda in their mouth, their tight formal pants being wore on the stomach, their hair combed other side – and their lovely language which even breaks my in ears when I reach home in the evening which goes – “BHADDU SU CHE – kaayi natthi – HELLO AAHHH RAMNIKK BHAI, JIGNESSS BOLU CHOO”

(PS: This post is not an intention to harm any religion or caste, but a Overwhelming experience of traveling in a 1st class compartment of Andheri-churchgte-baroda train).

Hyderabad Blues

2007-12-26T02:01:00.000-08:00

ohFFF!! What else can you think of when you land in the city of nawabs - Hyderabad - except the hot biriyani, above 50 feet film posters, traffic and a hyderabadi hindi language.Everytime I visit Hyderabad, I feel I am spending some of the best time of my life in sambar'n rice and biriyani, I love it!! My mothers native, hyderabad is one place where - I find fun - cannot explain why do I like that place! The moment we (me n my office folks) landed & came out of the airport, we were surrounded by taxi drivers and that amazing and unique style, "SAAR, SAAR, kidhar ko jaane ka? kaali yentri kardo, am aapko baraabar leke jayenge". And we agreed to sit in one of them. The moment we started, I gazed out of the window - a huge 70 feet poster of a superfat lady in a super-tight police uniform, with dark goggles on, a stick in one hand and a police belt rolled in the other, her back facing the camera whereas she appeared in the poster to be facing a crowd of thousand dark, ugly simply south villians - with the movie name wirtten on it - "D.S.P" and something written in telgu below it. I loved it!!I asked the taxi driver about the movie - "SAAR, woh movie baraabar nahi, bahut songs hai saar, iska movie mat dekhna, veyankatsh - the real hero saar, veyankatsh!!" And then we went on asking him all about the telgu Film Industry, the craze for chiranjivi & venkatesh, infact - we were headed to TATA (TQ) Jublee hills, and on the way we observed Mohan babu, venkatesh's & chiranjiv's houses, and I was excited - never when I see bacchan's Jalsa everytime I visit Juhu, the cracked taxi dirver was overdosing us with telgu masala.And then we left the 'THAXI WALA' who left us say 'WOKAY SAAR, Kuch kaam pade to phone karna jee'. And there - was a lavish TQ, excellent home made food, good rooms.. was indeed a WAAOW feeling to crush on bed. The next day, we reached ISB (Indian Business School) where we had to attend a seminar, we got there somehow after all the communication problems with the rikshaw wala's, we ensured him that mumbai rikshaw walas are far better than them, the Indian School of business - where they say one pays 12 lacs or more for an MBA degree, we couldnt see one human-being for hours except the security people who just knew only one thing - 'the place is know as Indian School of Business'. After wandering like intruders, we somehow managed to find the auditorium where the concert was to be held. The concert was good knowledge snatch for us. Later while moving out, again we needed THAXI, so we rushed at the reception - where we met a beautiful lady her name was "LAXMI", in a complete salwar, with a realy exicting fragrance of her gajra positioned symetrically in her hair. PHEW! And once again, we had another telgu upcoming superstar hiking his career as THAXI driver - "SAAR, Jublee Hill's mein kidhar jayega". We had already lost the way dragging the THAXI hero to left and right and again to left right straight, at one point we came to know that we had crossed the same spot thrice, and no-sooner than Mr. Thaxi wala - nagarjuna lost his head said "Tumaaarku chadhne ke pehle samajme nai ata kidhar ko jane ka", and my dear fellow lost his patience - "Abey tereko samjhmein nahi ata - tu hyderabad mein rehta ki hum, tum log ko baat karne ka tameez nahi hai, passenger se kaisa baat karne ka tum log ko traning dena padega - no dont stop me yaar - these people think - dekho police ke paas leke chalo - jyada awaz mat karo". We were lost, no location was striking our heads until - The CHIRANJIVI's house... and we found our way, THAXI man said - "paile bolne kaa na saar, itna der ke baad bola". Later we realised that let's mention the actors address wherever we go... three days of great hyderabad expirence and I love that place.

Burnout

2007-11-23T22:58:00.000-08:00

It was 12 noon and everyone had already gathered to office, on their respective desks. As ever, being a Monday some of them including my boss - were fully enthused and stalwart to start the week. On the other hand, I was with the same old manic-monday mood! with still a blanket on my mind, reaching office early as ever. Paralysed, I was gazing to catch an eye of the waiter, for a refreshing and astonishing, hot - "adrak-chai"which is as always a benediction for me. The week was to start full of campaigns and campaigns and some really really innovative creativity to come out of me. My thaumaturge of design is already been a word of apprehension amongst all and this time the expectation is a paramount. But my aesthetic designs is not complete without the words from the expert, the extremist, the fanatic, the ultraist - who's words are just meant to define and derive the world of creativity and perfect-paradisaical-blameless and authentic advertisement. Sometimes it's a case where one has to actually search for the word and it's meaning in dictionary. He is my colleague who's also a great advisory.
He came in & we started flinting spark as we had to build a blazing fire. We started of with a simple thing of forming a sentence from a word - this sounds simple as the word brainstorming. Yes, the word brainstorming - sounds simple when pronounced. But in actual - a brainstorm is as even as a storm created around your brain. The storm of words all around our brains. To come up with only one word - which meant all for both of us. One word - which would prove our creativity reaching a milestone, as the campaign was a Hats-off.
With just a pencil and a paper & were in a middle of an imaginary muddle created by us, in the conference room - with chilling AC running and a quite window giving the view of statues of angels on famous Deutsche Bank! which was hardly a matter of concern as we were almost zonked and still in urge to up the hill. For the final, I had an eye-to-eye contact with my friend, and he seemed consumed by silence. I later realized that our three hour discussion is fading into silence and he seemed more lost than me. I asked him whether to stop at a conclusion we had decided but we both weren't happy.
His eyes were lost, he looked like he was lost or rather drunk - comfortably numb. I approached him and shook him, I had to make him realize that we were in the conference room. He SCREAMED!! he sounded like a doped athlete reaching for the ring to fight. His mind seemed lost. He was lost in imagination of words, confused and gathered in his mind, too many of them that he forgot the outer world. He was in a brainstorm. An mental world different from reality. That he for forgot his senses. And I was scared, for me, I thought he was a victim of panic attack as I was once. He was silent and numb. He spoke something which I could'nt figure out even today, some language, wasn't hindi or Punjabi (his mother tounge), I called the security, they rushed in soon, other colleagues including my boss reached. Offered him water, but he was not in his senses. It seemed a panic attack for me, but he did not seem to be afraid of the world around him (as one does undergoing panic attack).
Later he went asleep. For about 6 hours in the conference room, we called a doctor as well. He injected a sleep medicine and recommended to show him to a psychiatrist.
I was surprised, and consumed by my thoughts whether was he in black magic or panic attack or a stress level-busted.
A day later, when he reached office as fresh as he always is - and I told him let drop the shit of this campaign and we are not doing it. He laughed, he said it was a burnout .
The extreme stage of stress. His thought level had extended. He said, he was struck in with thoughts of his argument between his girl friend, his parents at home. And then by coming out with forming a sentence which was out of reach.
We had a go for it! The campaign was a success all over. With shaking hands, and e-mails from the Sr. Management for the work.
Indeed a great campaign which ran over a month. As I was observing my colleague who was staring out from the window for some time. A view in peer silence - towards the angels on Deutsche bank.. And I had the song running on my iPod.

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

The Classic Vacation

2007-11-17T23:38:00.000-08:00

I happen to have the best vacation of my life - this diwali. A lot to eat, sleep, photograph, booze, crazy discussions and of course - films. I had decided to watch most and the best of hollywood classics this holiday, actually made a list of "The Films" to watch. My father is more of Nazi less Hindu, enthused as ever by the astounding Germany and Nazi rule during the World Wars. Trust me, his knowledge is depicted from all the literatures, films and his study of Nazi reign, a perfection ate about all the dates, facts and figures about the German rule in eastern Europe during the war, the concentration camps, the caused for chaos for Jews, the strategy applied to conquer countries, the SS (secret services) - all seem to be a work and memorandum when it comes from my father.

I watched 11 films, hollywood classics and they ever can't be remade. A few of them were:

Stalag 17

The film is a simple, neat and carrying you forward. A British Columbia production of a Billy Wider (well known for the scripts and screenplay for war based films) film. The movie focuses a German prisoner camp named Stalag 17, a place for POW's from which no one has ever escaped.
William Holden, plays a cool Sargent Marshal and his attempt to escape the camp.
Amazingly dialogged and good fun created among the POW's of prison camp, excellent editing and great thrilling suspense till the end.

Operation Crossbow
A German flying bomb of which everyone is worried about, even Winston Churchill. The plot to investigate it, starring Sopia Lauren and a team of complete spies. Excellent action, great german secrecy and surprising informers, blackmails, torture and Gestapo. Wonderful entertainment.

As D-Day approaches, Winston Churchill is concerned about rumors of a German flying bomb, and orders Richard Johnson, to investigate. He is convinced by intelligence and photo-reconnaissance reports that the weapons exist, but scientific advisor Professor Lindemann dismisses the reports as extremely fanciful. He is proved wrong when V-1's start falling on London. Bomber Command launches a raid to destroy the factory producing them.

The Germans move their factory underground for protection and rush ahead with the development and production of the larger, more deadly V-2. The head of British intelligence learns that engineers are actively being recruited for the new weapon and decides to infiltrate the factory. He finds three qualified volunteers, all experienced engineers who speak German. They are hastily trained and sent to Germany via Holland.

Too late, they learn that Robert Henshaw has been given the cover identity of a man wanted by the police for murder. Sure enough, he is arrested, but released after being blackmailed into becoming an informer. But he is recognised by a security officer Anthony Quayle and interrogated. Refusing to reveal his mission, he is tortured by the Gestapo and then shot.

The two other, Lieutenant John Curtis (George Peppard) and Phil Bradley (Jeremy Kemp), manage to infiltrate the underground factory. Bradley is only able to get work as a porter/cleaner, but Curtis manages to work his way into the heart of the project, where he is assigned to fix the problem of engine vibration that is holding up the V-2's development.

The two agents send back information and learn that the RAF is mounting a nighttime bombing raid on the facility - but the protective doors on the ceiling must be opened to expose the plant and provide a landmark for the bombers. The controls are in the powerhouse; Bradley is shot, but Curtis is able to get in. As the Germans frantically try to break in, the fatally wounded man manages to open the doors before he dies. The raid succeeds in obliterating the factory.

And some of the other war films I saw were The Great Escape, From Here to Eternity, Escape from Sobbybob and many more. The other non-war films I liked were - Gone with the Wind - 3 hours and 20 min film starring Vivian Leigh - her award winning performance with Clarke Gabel.

And the Best was
THE DAY OF THE JACKAL
based on the critically acclaimed and bestselling book by Fredrick Forsyth, the film was supposedly a box-office flop, for the drop of Michail Caine, but performance of Edward Fox (also starred in Bridge too far) was highly appreciable.

Dissatisfied with French President Charles de Gaulle's decision to give independence to Algeria, the OAS, a militant french underground organization, decides to assassinate De Gaulle, believing they can restore the glory of France by killing De Gaulle. The leader of the OAS, Jean-Marie Bastien-Thiry botches the attempt, and along with several other members of the plot, end up being caught and executed. The remaining leadership of the OAS, demoralized and having fled the country to escape capture, realize that they cannot finish the job they have started through their organization and have to hire a professional assassin to do the job.

After examining the dossiers of several candidates, they settle on one man, who comes to visit them. He points out that they have no choice about hiring a professional assassin, not only is their organization riddled with police informants, but their bungling has now made the job even more difficult because De Gaulle's security has been dramatically enhanced due to the attempt. He agrees to take the assignment provided they pay half of his very large fee in advance, and comply with several minor conditions. There will be no further contact between the four men, other than they will set up a telephone number in Paris he can call to get information. He will only be known by his code name: The Jackal.

The movie follows the methodical preparations the Jackal makes, including the determination of how, when and where to perform the hit (which is not disclosed to us), creation of a number of fake identities and obtaining the resources to do the job, such as a rifle modified to look like something else, and photographs of himself as an old man. Despite being the title character, in the movie the "Jackal" seems to talk the least of all the characters; we understand his motivations and his cunning brilliance by his actions. The violence also seems very subdued; the additional killings The Jackal performs in the process of covering his actions are brief and almost invisible, or are performed off-screen.

Meanwhile, French security forces, upset because of the sudden rash of bank robberies in France, discover that they are being done by members of the OAS, who do not know why they have been ordered to do them. Realizing that the leadership of the OAS are using the bank robberies to finance something, French Security decides to detain their chief clerk: Adjutant Viktor Wolenski. Rather than request Wolenski's extradition from Austria, French Security decides to invoke self-help: they kidnap him from Italy and smuggle him across the border into France.

Torturing Wolenski to death, French Security extracts enough information to discover that there is quite possibly a plot on the life of President De Gaulle by a foreign assassin whose code name may be Jackal, and if that is the case, it represents a national emergency. The Prime Minister convenes the entire cabinet, and the head of the State Police admits there is no way they can find this Jackal by normal means. They can't detain him at the border; they don't know his name. "Action Service" (the government's professional assassins) can't destroy him if he's in another country: they don't know whom to destroy. They can't arrest him if he's in the country; they don't know who he is. They can't search for him, they don't know what he looks like. Without a name and a face, they can do nothing to stop him. In short, they need the best detective they can find to put out a total effort to discover who The Jackal is - and do it in secrecy - before he succeeds and plunges France into a crisis.

The Police Commissioner admits there is one man - one of his employees - who can do the job: Deputy Commissioner Claude Lebel. Lebel is told to drop everything, focus on finding The Jackal and stopping him. He will have full powers and any resources he needs, subject to just two requirements of the job: no publicity, and do not fail. As in the novel, Deputy Commissioner Lebel is given a seemingly impossible assignment. Lebel's assistant Caron asks, "But no crime has been committed yet, so where are we supposed to start looking for the criminal?", to which Lebel answers, "We start by recognizing that, after De Gaulle, we are the two most powerful people in France."

As the Jackal has set up his methodical preparations to commit the crime, Lebel also methodically prepares every method he can devise to try to determine where The Jackal might be from, how he might perform the act and when and where he will do so. With assistance from the old boy network of police agencies in other countries, they discover a lead by looking for British subjects who have obtained passports as an adult using birth certificates of deceased children, and find a dead child, Paul Oliver Duggan, who applied for a passport decades after he had died. British authorities also discover whom they suspect The Jackal might be, Charles Calthrop, and realize that - while it may be a coincidence - "Cha" in Charles and "Cal" in Calthrop spell the French word for Jackal.

The police search the apartment belonging to Calthrop, and recover his passport. Which brings up the question, if they have his passport, what's he traveling on? French authorities are notified of Calthrop's identity as Duggan, and will look for him. Lebel discovers only a few hours too late that Duggan - The Jackal's false identity - has already entered the country.

The Jackal stops in a hotel, finds an attractive, bored married woman, Madame Montpellier, whose husband is away on holiday, and carries on a fling with her. He goes to her home (after secretly discovering her address from the hotel register) to see her for a few days. She mentions to him that the police were there, asking questions about him, and she knows he stole the car he has because it has local plates, but she's willing to protect him if he'll tell her what he's doing. He kills her and escapes out the window.

In the mean time, Lebel discovers that there is an informant in their midst: a telephone tap exposes that one of the members of the cabinet has a mistress, and has been revealing the top-secret details of their investigation to her in pillow talk. It turns out that she was feeding the information to a contact that The Jackal was calling. One of the members of the cabinet is curious, how did Lebel know who's telephone to tap to find out who the informant was. Lebel admits he didn't know, so he had a tap placed on all of their telephones. Several of the cabinet members are shocked.

The Jackal disposes of Calthrop's identity, and substitutes that of a Danish schoolteacher. He travels on to Paris. Meanwhile, the police discover Madame Montpellier has been murdered, so now Lebel no longer has to look for The Jackal in secrecy, police can simply make a full public search for her murderer. They discover that the Danish Schoolteacher, Per Lunquist, whose passport was stolen, got on the Paris-bound train. They race to the station only arriving a few minutes too late to prevent The Jackal from escaping.

Lebel realizes that they have only a few days to find the Jackal because he realizes he will strike during a medals ceremony at the next public holiday. Apparently dissatisfied at Lebel's presumptiousness in tapping their phones, the cabinet dismisses him with their thanks, saying they no longer need his help.

At a gay bathhouse, The Jackal is approached by another man, who picks him up. They go back to the man's apartment. Later the man sees a TV in a shop without sound, recognizing the Jackal's face but not knowing why. As he mentions this to The Jackal, the TV in the apartment has a newsflash telling that Per Lunquist is wanted for the murder of Madame Montpellier. The Jackal kills the man off-screen in his kitchen, then calmly sits down and watches the TV.

The Prime minister recalls Lebel, realizing that despite having in excess of 100,000 police and gendarmes looking for The Jackal, they can't find him, he's disappeared and they need Lebel after all.

On the day of the celebration, The Jackal passes a gendarme who inspects his papers. The Jackal has become a chameleon: by using certain tricks, he has made himself look like an elderly amputee. The Gendarme, seeing a one-legged old man on a crutch, lets him pass. The Jackal goes into an apartment, kills the landlady, unties his leg from behind his buttocks, goes into a top-floor flat, and reveals to us that his crutch had a more sinister purpose, as he disassembles it to produce the rifle which was disguised as the crutch.

The Jackal sets up his sniper's nest and aims his weapon at the spot where De Gaulle will stand as he gives out medals at the procession. He waits. Meanwhile, Lebel is continuing to circulate, trying to figure from where The Jackal will strike. Lebel runs into the gendarme who had met the disguised Jackal, and the two of them run toward the apartment.

Meanwhile, De Gaulle is presenting medals to war veterans, and The Jackal has him in his sights. De Gaulle has stopped for a moment, and is standing. The Jackal takes the shot.

De Gaulle moves, and The Jackal misses the shot. As he attempts to reload, Lebel and the gendarme bust down the door. The Jackal uses his rifle to kill the gendarme. As he is attempting to again reload, Lebel grabs the gendarme's machine gun, quickly figures out how to use it, and before The Jackal can also kill him, sprays a hail of bullets which tosses the body of The Jackal across the wall of the room, dead. Lebel looks out the window as the oblivious De Gaulle continues with the ceremony, unaware of how close death came to him that day.

As British police are looking over Calthrop's apartment, he walks in, and demands to know who they are and what they are doing there. So now we discover that the Charles Calthrop that they had investigated was not The Jackal.

At the end of the film, as we watch The Jackal's coffin being lowered into the grave, we are left with the question: "Who the hell was he?"

Courtesy : Wikipedia.org

Humanity

2007-10-28T00:41:00.000-07:00

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2007-09-23T00:44:00.000-07:00

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Has become one of my favorite songs.
Its an acoustic version of the song is famous RHCP number
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THE BLACK STALLION RULES

2007-07-10T21:51:00.000-07:00

I always was a dumb boy in schools, in my studies and play. I remember well when I use to see the scholars and toppers in my class, they alwyas had their back-patted, and a tight collar walking tall. I never was impressed nor got inspired with any of their triumphs. They say, everyone is blessed with some extra-ordinary quality which they have to find it some day. There is no success without faliure, and no successful person if he dos'nt have any aims
or dreams to achieve. I was in my fourth standard in St. Lawrence school - Aurangabad, I can remember the day when my teacher had announced scholarship examination to be held. The announcement was made and the fees was about 40 rupees, I was very eager to make an attempt for it. I went ahead to the teacher and said "I would like to appear for the scholarship exams.." My teacher looked at me and started laughing at me, and she said "Are you going to appear for the exam... Do you know who is appearing for it, its only two of them from our class and they both are rank holders, and were not even in the top 10 ranks..." and it was like a slap on my face, I walked back down to my desk which was second last corner of the classroom, and I saw each one of the class just laughing at me... It was a embarrasing moment. As always couldnt handle my emotions, I cried when I was alone. But whatever it was, it taught me a lesson. And the same talks with god, why me, why it was me that every one was laughing at and why am I weak in my studies that I couldnt appear for the scholarships. Then is the time when I see out from the window, I see the sea and the marine drive, I see the birds in the sky. I the tought reminds me of the words of some of my close friends "do you have any idea what have you achieved and where do you stand today.." and some words from my bosses "you are the only candidate who was selected from the thirty eight odd designers we interviwed" and a great applause for me when the application design which was pending from a year - was launched as I made th design possible in two months and a week. And for the increments and the trip to bangalore for my future ventures. And I ask god, why am I looking at the sea and the sky above... and asking you the question? WHY ME? and I get an answer - its not the end... its the beginning. The Black Stallions Rules.

Objectivism and Art

2007-07-06T01:31:00.000-07:00

Objectivism is a philosophical term which defines epistemology, asthetics, ethics and politics of human nature. Objectivism holds that there is a mind-independent reality, that individuals are in contact with this reality through sensory perception,
that humans gain objective knowledge from perception by measurement and form valid concepts by measurement omission, that the proper moral purpose of one's life is the pursuit of one's own happiness or "rational self-interest" that the only social system consistent with this
morality is full respect for individual human rights, embodied in pure, consensual laissez-faire capitalism; and that the role of art in human life is to transform abstract knowledge, by selective reproduction of reality, into a physical form - a work of art - that one can comprehend and respond to with the whole of one's consciousness. Epistomology is the term for the study of human cognition as it involves interactions between the conscious and the subconscious mind. And art according to objectivism serves a human cognitive need - it allows human basp concepts. Objectivism defines "art" as a "selective re-creation of reality according to an artist's metaphysical value-judgments" — that is, according to what the artist believes to be ultimately true and important about the nature of reality and humanity. In this respect Objectivism regards art as a way of presenting abstractions concretely, in perceptual form.
The human need for art, on this view, stems from the need for cognitive economy. A concept is already a sort of mental shorthand standing for a large number of concretes, allowing a human being to think indirectly or implicitly of many more such concretes than can be held explicitly
in mind. But a human being cannot hold indefinitely many concepts explicitly in mind either — and yet, on the Objectivist view, needs a comprehensive conceptual framework in order to provide guidance in life. Art offers a way out of this dilemma by providing a perceptual, easily grasped means of communicating and thinking about a wide range of abstractions. Its function is thus similar to that of language, which uses concrete words to represent concepts. Objectivism regards art as the only really effective way to communicate a moral or ethical ideal. Objectivism does not, however, regard art as propagandistic: even though art involves moral values and ideals, its purpose is not to educate, only to show or project. Moreover, art need not be, and often is not, the outcome of a full-blown, explicit philosophy. Usually it stems from an artist's sense of life (which is preconceptual and largely emotional), and its appeal is similar to the viewer's or listener's sense of life.

poems

2007-06-26T02:40:00.001-07:00

Being an artist, I also have some diversion to philosophy and literature. I do read and write a lot. I belive in the line "Power of words can destroy a man"And yes it is so true, that words is only the medium in which our mind thinks.I also like poetry, some of my poems are meaningless, some of which, do mean a lot - atleastfor me. I have got few poems which I wrote in my recent past, which meant a lot to me when I wrote them, but today to me they appear skeptical. Do read... and comment.

An appointment with my mind

2007-06-24T23:59:00.000-07:00

A newborn mind is an empty slate and all that ideas are developed from experiences. Evidences and incidences provoke our mind to sense and react to the condition. We humans are exceptional because we think beyond. A still busy life, our minds have a contraspecific thoughts running and never involk a thought to think what is the capacity of our thought process. Ideally speaking, a human mind is considered stronger when it is in its conciousness. Conciousness is something which makes your mind to think creatively and to adept to the present. As there is no clear definition of consciousness and no empirical measure exists to test for its presence, it has been argued that due to the nature of the problem of consciousness, empirical tests are intrinsically impossible. However, several tests have been developed which attempt to provide an operational definition of consciousness and try to determine whether computers and other non-human animals can demonstrate through their behavior, by passing these tests, that they are conscious.Human mind and artificial intelligence, both are designed delibrately and have certain objectives in common. These objectives are nothing but list of protocols which are generated according to the situations and criteria, and the ability of your mind to think in all the permitations and combinations to act, react, predict, hope and expect the situation. Moreover, these protocols diversify your mind with many other so called contradictions which leads your
mind to express them, these are in terms of heavy emotions, cry, happyness, anger etc. Being in your conciouness, one can easily overcome all the protocols generated in your mind. Offcourse being Human mind, you cant ideally be a robot or a cyborg to your act, but being in your consciousness your ability to find the solution to the problem can help, rather than accepting the fact that you are mind fucked.

Our Belongings

2007-06-05T02:15:00.001-07:00

I had always belived that every human being is recognised by his belongings - Like his family, his native, his caste and religion. Many of us do follow it strictly, some of us are very much concerned about their family, caste culture with what they eat what they follow and what they regret to do. Some think its indeed not really needed, they dont think at all. Its not a topic of discussion because no one really wants to know the importance of it.It is being followed since generations and generations, right from our ancestors, who are the ones who made made it possible - for you to be a part of the domain. I belive its extremely important to be a part of it and to follow what you have been born under. It is the origin to your relate, it is the prime objective or a marginal boundry you cannot cross or must not cross. I understood the importance of it only when I avoided it and I tried to ignore it when I was alone, when I was away from my family and belogings. Every occassion, every festival and every religious day holds equal value and one should be equally proud of it to celebrate it, to be a part of it, to follow it. Its a proof of your existance and guard your family and upcomings. It is also your right to be a part of it and not hesitate it.

Knowing Me!!!

2007-04-13T05:04:00.000-07:00

Hi there...!!I always wanted a proper forum or blog for posting but never found any as good as this because the only thing that matters here is that you have someone to read it...I am a mutimedia designer. Working in TCS mumbai - basically from aurangabad MH.
Would keep writing -- keep reading