Tuesday, March 24, 2009

The Most Powerful Prodigy which Drove my Enthusiasm to do Something and Anything

This is Solid Snake. A Man driven by his Urge for Knowledge and Sustainability. A Man letting go of almost everything good in his way to dive deep into the Pits of Corruption and Fallacy, to eliminate Danger and Threat and to Restore the Ways of a Straightforward Life.

Courtesy: Hideo Kojima (Konami Computer Entertainment Tokyo) under the Banner METAL GEAR SOLID


Flawless minds of Mortals
Returning us the Favor
Ejecting out all Hatred
Sustaining in For Ever
Death a Fearful Nemesis
Retribution a Scary way
For the Mind chooses to Blunder
to Go against the Light of the Day

Under wretched Skies, under Thunder Storms
The Treading goes on and on
Hurdle upon hurdle & Milestones crossed
Voraciously seeking a New Dawn

Crime and Violence in
The Minds of all Within
Drives the Inner Beast
Blackens the Conscience
Death a Fearful Nemesis
Retribution a Scary way
After Death comes the Time
The Purgatory Relishes

Under wretched Skies, under Thunder Storms
The Treading goes on and on
Hurdle upon hurdle & Milestones crossed
Voraciously seeking a New Dawn

Hello, Souls of Men
Who Claim as Gentlemen
Are Invited Here
To the Purgatory
The Shining Pit of Lava
Is where the Soul is Fed
To Cleanse the Evil Done
To Innocent the Man

Purgatory Cleansing
The Pit of Lava Drenching
Cleanses the Soul of Man
Tries to Better it While it Can
But alas, the Plight
Reducing the Body Half Sized
The Soul Cleansed of Sin
Has only a Baby Within

Under wretched Skies, under Thunder Storms
The Treading goes on and on
Hurdle upon hurdle & Milestones crossed
Voraciously seeking a New Dawn

Cleansing up the Soul, mind and body's Toll
Reduces it to Innocence
When the baby Cries, now you know Why
The Purgatory afflicts its Wrath
That's how the Cycle Flows, on the Body and Soul
Purity just a Form
Of Innocence, of no Knowledge
Growing up is our Ultimate Sin...
We shall all Go...
To the Purgatory

An Existence Scaling Eternity

Part I: Outroduction

Standing by the Lake
I see my own Reflection
Remembering the Past
My Deeds under Conviction
Barren Ambitions
I have Sinned myself
There is Nowhere now
No Shelter no Spare Forgiveness

I see myself , as a Failed Soul
Never wanted this, its over, no more
I shall end my Life, rid of all the Dark
I destroyed the Light, now I Erase my Mark

How could I end up so Evil?
How could I Darken my Soul?
My Creation a Fault, my Existence an Err
Am I the "Successful Man"?

Part II: Spawn

Sixty years back in Time
When the Mother gave Birth to the Child
No Remorse, no Regret, no Pain
The Legacy Bearer had arrived
Nourished and Groomed
I grew up, took the Flame
And lit the Torch of Knowledge
Here I was, a Man to be

I saw in Me, the Light of the Day
All my Efforts, bore Fruits of Joy
Climbing up, the Endless Ladder
I reach the top, without Surrender

Have I done what is needed?
Inflicted pain, Vicariously
I am a Leader, I am the Man
Have I Released the Suffering off other Men?

Waking up Everyday
With the Feel of Pain
The World Burns as I Rise
Is this The Way? Is my Path Astray?
Is Money a Choice? Am I put up by Clay?
Have I done Evil?

Part III: Anguish


Part IV: Reflection

I cannot Forget
The Pain I Felt
When I walked by
The Poor Little Child
He asked me How
To Rid his Pain
His unfair Life
Like the Merciless Rain

Oh, when we Become
What we Aspire
We forget Others
And their Painful Fires
Their Haunting Ghouls
Demons let Loose
The Cruel World
The Fate all Ruined

Harmony exists in Theory
The Sound of Music
Releases the Beauty
This Frame so Perfect
Can we use it in Life?
Can we save them All?
And make them Smile...

Oh, the Duty of Man
Is not to Achieve
His Personal Gains
In his Family's Reach
When God Sent me
He had a Motive
For me to be
His Instrument of Harmony

The Poor Little Child
He Changed my Mind
I Realize
I'm still not Done...

Part V: Action/Conclusion

My Age has Become, my Pro and my Con
My Knowledge Gained, My Ability Confound
I need to Help, but my Limbs Deny
My Son, you should, carry my Flame
My Legacy, and My Name...

I see in You, what I was Not
The Light Required, this World Aspires
Retrieve the Peace, Restore the Joy
Maintain Harmony, my Dearest Boy

What I thought I did
Was Incomplete
Its your Turn Now
To Sow the Seeds
As I take my Last Breath
I feel Proud of You
You are my Son
You are the "Successful Man"

The End

A Speculative Adieu... Or Something on those Lines

Friends and Comrades... My Term III Finals are approaching, and I have done zilch to expect a good grade this time... Although flunking ain't one of my habits, I doubt i'll be able to live up to it this time... Worser things apart, I would be going on a Trip to Delhi Plus a Eurotrip as well... So I wouldn't be blogging much in the coming 2 months... However, this is subject to change, depending on the resources available and unavailable...

I had written 2 pieces a while back but had forgotten to post them here... Doing that rightaway... And, I guess that would be it! See you folks... Stay Tuned...

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Black Clouds and Silver Linings

"And He will give you everything you need from day to day if you seek Him first and make the Kingdom of God your primary concern." Matthew 6:33

The wait is finally over... The Gods are here...

Dream Theater's new album Black Clouds and Silver Linings is due to be released on the 23rd of June, 2009. After their flabbergasting entry into the Progressive Metal Scene with their Platinum Album IMAGES AND WORDS, Dream Theater is said to finally incorporate their Old Technically Rich Attributes to this new album, popularly christened as IMAGES AND WORDS PART II.

Although their last commercial venture, SYSTEMATIC CHAOS was quite a hit among the Metal loving Junta, it lacked the typical Dream Theater expertise in its finishing. "In the Presence of Enemies" was a close contender to their Old technical Prowess but still it was more Popularity oriented. This new album promises to give a 10/10 for all the Prog Loving Crazy Fans, ironically, this being Dream Theater's 10th Released Album as well.

The track listing for BLACK CLOUDS & SILVER LININGS is as follows:

1. A Nightmare to Remember
2. A Rite of Passage
3. Wither
4. The Shattered Fortress
5. The Best of Times
6. The Count of Tuscany

Dream Theater has this knack of living up to the Song Titles, in which case, these songs are going to be epics, A to Z. For one, I am really very excited over this news, and am really eager to get my hands on the first DVD released in India.

Review Time. In my opinion, the first song would be somewhat of a dark song, with more Stoner influence and would end in the same magnificent Dream Theater style, with a twist towards the end, of course. As a matter of fact, I am mostly inspired by this style of writing, and try to incorporate this specific flow in all my Lyrics. The Second song sounds more like a slow peppy Proggy number, more like maybe The Spirit Carries On from Scenes fame. The Second song should be the MTV kinda song, which DT needs to publish to be able to grab attention in the commerical arena. The third song can be of two types - Opethish, slow and unhappy, or something which could be very very heavy and technically complex. Waiting for that! The fourth one, of course, as the name suggests, is the next piece to the Alcoholics Anonymous series of Mike Portnoy. The Shattered Fortress = The Glass Prison makes complete sense. So there you go, another run down the hill killing you kinda song. The fifth song sounds like a Take the Time kinda motivation song with major impressions. And this would also be one heck of a song, no doubt. Well, the final song is about the Count of Tuscany. This would be in the lines of Octavarium and A Change of Seasons. But, I believe, this could be a really much awaited Epic which ALL Dream Theater fans were dying to listen to. Possibly a 25 minute song, all I can say on this is, fasten your seat belts.

The cover is by far the BEST Dream Theater album cover released till date. Beautifully completed, it figures an elephant, on top of quite a few books, holding a painting brush by its trunk. This could possibly mean the DT brain doing a lot of research on what to write, but finally drew an eye (Awake fame) and this was accepted by the crow as well (Rudess!!) and hence they open the door towards light amidst the dark sinister Clouds and Celestial Bodies. The Broken Bottle is reminiscent of Mike Portnoy's Alcoholics Anonymous Series. Finally, I think the young boy would represent the future budding Prog Bands (hopefully, my band would take this place one day), who is staring at the light, understanding how DT knits and finishes all its amazing writings, taking the knowledge and carrying the torch (Don't worry DT, Nova Sanctum would give its life to carry your saga, till the end of time). Overall, a beautiful picture.

Can't wait for BCSL. Hail DT!! The best band in the whole world!!

Monday, March 9, 2009


Tighten your Seatbelts
Off we Go
We zip beyond Mach Three
Never we Slow
This pace of the human mind
Constantly moves up the tide
Each second the speed of life
Quantifies in this drive

Far outwards, further we reach
Beating the drums, sowing our seeds
Revolutions, multiplied the torque
A sweaty brow, an endless journey

Run faster, move thy flag of Kinship
Your property your life at stake
Burning fingers, tiring limbs
Endure them always, staying awake
Your heavy burden, shall you bear
Till your grave, where ends Despair

Moving, into the wild
Panting, there ain't no denial
The blink of an eye, you don't fall down
Time and Space, in your head
You move Faster than Sound

Hush now, discussions going on
Conspiracy, hypocrisy
Ties you by your legs, makes you surrender
Check your laces, tighten them up, and run away

There ain't no time, to grief and cry
Over petty matters, there's no point why
Your burden keep it safe and sound
Even when you end up moving round and round

Moving, into the wild
Panting, there ain't no denial
The blink of an eye, you don't fall down
Time and Space, in your head
You move Faster than Sound

And when you find, you're just in time
Your straps bound, breathing denounced
The hopes alive, and your dreams still
Intact in time, for you to find... them
You're moving faster faster faster
Faster than Sound

Moving, into the wild
Panting, there ain't no denial
The blink of an eye, you don't fall down
Time and Space, in your head
You move Faster than Sound

Moving, into the wild
Panting, there ain't no denial
The blink of an eye, you don't fall down
Time and Space, in your head
You move Faster than Sound
Faster than sound...

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Kaged and Kreased

When Skrubafeldt left the House, he had in mind all his memories... How the Blimey had pissed on his lap, how the Blimey had pestered his ever treasured manhood, and how the owner of the Blimey came home to find Blimey dead...

"What on earth happened?!! Dwight! How did this happen?"

"Erm... Mrs. Guzman, your puppy bit me on my leg, see? So i tried kicking it off, and it fell on the fireplace."

"But you could have done something else, couldn't you, rather than incinerating poor Rover! Ow you blasted sonofagun! You'll pay for this! Get out! NOW!!"

What an idiot Dwight was! Can't even take care of one explanation, uttered Skrubafeldt. The Blimey was ever irritating. Those photos on the mantleplace were so pretty, so nice. But the blimey had to interfere. Good that he died, thought Skrubafeldt. That pair of withered bosoms can't do no shit! Haha, he smirked.

But wait, what if Uncle Randy came to know, thought Dwight. He'd kill me. He'd send me to juvenile hall again! No!! I don't want those rotten potatoes in my mouth again! No!! No way!!

Shut the fuck up, moron! I am Skrubafeldt. I shall not let you, my love, go to that whore of a place again... If you are that concerned with saving your ass from that wheezer, do this.

Dwight tiptoed across the Guzman backyard. He jumped the fence, and quietly opened Uncle Randy's garage door.

There! There it is!! Take it! Yes, the whole fuckin gallon! And don't forget the matchbox! Haha!! Old senile ass will find out how the blimey had felt inside the fireplace... Hahaahaahaaa!!

Mrs. Guzman could still not recover from the shock she got from the sight of the burnt, bone-exposed body of poor ol Rover. After Henry's death at the Vietnam war, she, a woman of 70, was all alone. She had a very remarkable life. A Playboy playmate for three consecutive years in the Sixties, she was quite the bombshell. they said. Yet now, her face or figure had no meaning. She led a life of solitude, and only had Rover, her faithful pet dog, as company. She sat on the couch and started weeping. That Dwight kid was insane. Randy should have locked him in his garage like he did before, she thought. She decided that evening she would visit Randy and complain about this vicious murder of her dog.

Sprinkle left! Sprinkle right! Yes yes yes!!! Dwight, you are getting brighter, my love. Skrubafeldt makes you brighter and sharper and gaaaaaaaaayyyy!!! Hahahahahaa!! Watch out, its falling on your shirt too... There you go!! That's like a nice urchin!

Suddenly, Mrs. Guzman hears a loud loud holler.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!! HELP!! HELP ME!! Aaaaaaaaaaaa!!!"

Dwight was writhing in pain as the fire had caught up his shirt, his curly hair and his tracks. Mrs. Guzman couldn't take it anymore. She fainted on her couch after this glimpse through her window. What the fuck was happening??

You moron! You fool! I told you to throw the match towards the house. And you had smeared gasoline on your hands too??l!! Aaaaaaaa!!! The pain!! Ohhh the pain!! Son of a bitch!

Dwight had suffered the plight of being falsely accused of murdering his aunt, for which he spent 10 years at juvenile hall. He developed a split-personality disorder there, which motivated him to commit out-witted, paranoid and sexually perverted acts. He called himself Skrubafeldt, the gay soul. Dwight's body lay dead. Skrubafeldt was no more. The Creased soul was incinerated to dust.

The Shorter Story

"Mommy... When is daddy coming home?", shrieks an angry Shruthi, as she tries valiantly to fix those balloons above the fridge, in vain. Her dad would better come early today, as it spells D-DAY in the Rao family calendar today - Shruthi's 8th birthday.

"Wait na, shweetie... Papa is coming na, he told you he won't be late today. And you be careful, ok, with those scissors! Careful with the egdes!"

"Ouch!", does Shruthi as she punctures her left pinky trying to poke open the plastic bag full of "Uncle Redneck" balloons.

"Mommy! See my finger is bloody now! I am doing so much much work for decorating! All the kids we had called better come! Otherwise I am not eating anything!"

The wind caressed over the cold, pale, white scene at #22 F, Doughstone Lane, Illinois. It was more or less a lower-middle-bracket dwelling area. Shujith is one brain-drained NRI, basically half Kannada half Mallu, who, alongwith his Mallu wife Renjitha and daughter Shruthi, lived on the Fourth floor of this ordinary, economical residential complex. Shujith moved in nine years ago, as an IT outsourced labour to the US, representing an Indian multinational, which he soon quit, and joined an IT counselling firm set up by the infamous JK Mishra and Sons from Pleasanton, CA. He was earning decent money, and less than a year after his arrival, was getting offers from brahmins, back offshore. Shujith's parents, utterly overjoyed, took a large dowry and ended Shujith's not-at-all colorful bachelorhood (Shujith was a non drinker, non smoker, a vegetarian and never experienced party life) by getting Renjitha, a B Ed. from Shornur, Kerala, to marry him. Like Shujith, Renjitha was a similar, strong lady, who waxed her hands and legs only once, during her pregnancy when she was hospitalized, as her mother found out that American Nurses loathe Indian women patients with grizzly features. Both Renjitha and her mother found this fact very weird, and concluded it with the statement "Psycho Foreigners".

However, their daughter Shruthi was groomed the American way, at St. Lauren's School, a convent, where Shruthi was admitted when she was three. To Shruthi's surprise, she managed to have only four friends who did not spit over her tiffin box full of uttapam - A girl called Ramala with a faint moustache at this young an age, basically from Vijaywada, AP, Rizwanur, a Bangladeshi boy, who likes his green pants a lot, Dhipika, another girl with Mallu nativity and Doug, the geek, whose specs always seem to be falling over his profusely running nose, and Doug was the only American Kid in their group.

The Clock rang. It was 7 PM and Shujith had sweaty eyebrows inside his AC office hall. His company had recently installed an ERP Software System for their Clients, Pratt Miller and Jonathan Borowski, who ran a chain of tin cutting equipment across the East Shore, and was doing good, especially in NYC. But less than a month of installation, when the whole business was being bestowed over the ERP System, it was constantly returning errors of Overloading that night. Shujith cursed his God Shanmugam, and wondered how on earth can he possibly solve this problem to reach home in time for Shruthi's birthday with the cake, which he had bought in the afternoon, from a discount store. Shujith was getting nervous by the second.

"Anand... These bugs keep on coming when you least expect them to!! The internet traffic is pretty heavy too, so I don't think you and me alone in this office can manage to whiff off this bug tonight..."

"But Sir, you are the only senior who can take care of this problem now. All the others have left the office, and are not returning their calls. I think everyone's gone out with their families tonight. Its snowing, you know", Anand says. Anand is a newly recruited Software Engineer.

"Yes i know, but how can I override the system now, especially when so much is at stake. Miller and Borowski would end up killing Mishra Ji, and I'll be in trouble for it!"

"Sir, I think about three hours of debugging shoud do the trick... After all, you are a genius sir! You can do it!"

Shujith wondered what on earth can he do to make it home in time. It was a very critical project, and Shujith could end up losing his job if the system was not up by that night. He clicked away at the piece of code on his Computer, wiping his forehead with his kerchief... The night was getting longer...

"Mommy!! Nobody has come till now!!! Not even daddy!! What happened to the neighbors? Are they dead?". Shruthi was almost in tears. It was 8 already, and there was nobody in the house, other than her mother. It was supposed to be a wonderful birthday celebration. The colorful balloons were in place, the candles surrounded the apartment. But the guests had not arrived, And neither did the head host.

"Wait, shweetie... Let me call up your friends." Renjitha dialled one number after the other, only to arrive at the answering machines all the time. She was lucky to get through Ramala's mother, who picked up the call, and was quite reluctant to tell anything back to Renjitha.

"Ohhh!! We completely forgot, Mrs, Rao! You know Ramala's dad was caught by a few goons last week when he was returning home at night. Ever since then, even we do not go out that much. Sorry Mrs. Rao, my best wishes to your daughter. Ohh, Ramala is sleeping. I'll let her know you called once she wakes up."

Renjitha was educated. She understood the reactions by Ramala's mother. They were ignoring them. "As it is, foreigners treat us like shit, now even our Indian people are becoming like them!! Too Bad", she thought. She realized the guests would not be coming. Indians are never considered human. Especially the Rao's. Renjitha went and made Shruthi sit on her lap. She took a towel and wiped off Shruthi's wet eyes and cheeks.

"It is up now sir. But you'll need to stay for another hour. The Boss told us na, post-debugging-one-hour", says Anand.

Finally at 10 PM, Shujith runs out of his office, cake packet on one hand, mobile on his ear with the other.

"Hello. What happened? Anyone arrived?"

"There's no one. And you could have called earlier. Shweetie was very upset. Come home fast. I heard the roads are not safe anymore"

"Arre i'm already driving! I'll be home ASAP, i mean, fast!"

Shujith took the elevator and pressed the fourth button. As he arrived, he saw the answer to his surd existense. All the candles were out. The balloons were still swaying under the fan. Most of the lights were out. The Dosas went cold inside the kitchen. Their bedroom light was on, and Renijtha was sitting alone, gazing at the red face of Shruthi, aestivating, hair all messy.

"She waited for you... She waited for her friends... Nobody came... I tried to call but everyone ignored me. Most of the neighbours, including the Delhi wallas are out partying at that new Lounge across the Bridge. The posters say they are offering free drinks. As it is, Indians are cheap. But you? You could have mended up shweetie's time. I tried controlling her, but she did not stop crying. She did not eat anything and fell asleep. Why didn't you leave early from work? Why can't your bloody company allow you some personal space? Are we slaves? Is this what we are here for? The great NRI Dream?"

Sujith stared at Renjitha. He had messed it all up. There was no birthday cake, no guests, no songs for his daughter. There was no daddy. All others have big big parties. For Shujith, he had disappointed his daughter. He wondered how soon can he quit and leave for India. Perhaps a couple of months. Yes, appa and ammi would also be happy, he thought.