A God's Fist

Three Brothers

2011-09-13T13:22:00.000+05:30

Three brothers walking through the deathly wilderness
Faces death in a river black and deep

Conquering their fears they bridge the river and cross the ends
This act of wit impresses death and it takes form in front of them

"Well done mortal souls you have crossed the eternal test of courage"

"I shall grant you each one wish for the valience displayed"

The first one, vengeance afflicted, asks for a great sword invincible
With this he kills his enemy, but dies in the hands of a stealing bandit

The second one, with a lost love, asks for an amulet of ressurection
He revives his long-dead wife, but kills himself in seeing a soulless love in front of him

The third one, the wise one, asks for a cloak of invisibility
With which he treads a thousand years, defying death and living a perfect life

Three brothers, a story long lost, reminding of the act of the mind
Ever after, living faith, comes with decisions wisely made

Death wandered around the world, ,looking for the third brother
He never had a sight of him, death got surprised at the wisdom in the world
One in three, took a right step, and has a happy life ahead
And passes on the cloak and wisdom to the sons and daughters years ahead

Three brothers, a story long lost, reminding of the act of the mind
Ever after, living faith, comes with decisions wisely made

--Instrumental Section--

Three brothers, a story long lost, reminding of the act of the mind
Ever after, living faith, comes with decisions wisely made
A learning grace, for years to come
The treasure of wisdom, conquers all our fears

Jewel

2010-07-17T19:28:00.002+05:30

If I try to forget you, but
If I need you if I breathe you
Then how can this be possibly true?

If I want you if I love you
If I show you that its so true
Then I want you to...

Stay with me for the rest of time
As I play with my guitar throughout the night
Hold my hand and touch my heart
Because you're the Jewel of my Crown

Silently you walk into my heart...

Call on you baby call on me
And I know its nothing but our destiny
All for you girl all for the smile
Its just love for me as a daily sight

Special hands special eyes
Turning tides all the night
As I touch the silky sky
You need to realize...

Stay with me for the rest of time
As I play with my guitar throughout the night
Hold my hand and touch my heart
Because you're the Jewel of my Crown

Stay with me for the rest of time
As I play with my guitar throughout the night
Hold my hand and touch my heart
Because you're the Jewel of my Crown

Those Eyes...

2010-03-21T03:14:00.001+05:30

Showered confetti
Glittered skies
Enigmatic blueness
All in those eyes

Sparkling and stunning
Feels like the stars
Have come sheltered in here
All in those eyes

Resonating voices
These eyes does convey
Turning stone in to water
And night in to day

Deep and sultry
Filled with eternal serum
Casting a Spell
Which is more than welcome
All in those eyes

Showstopping lights
Like a neverending gale
Why is such beauty
Like a fairy tale?

Losing all senses
Drifting without control
I try to focus
But my mind is on a roll

Tryst with fate it might be
Or might be a lucky day
But whatever be the cause
I'm still reeling away

Alone to Be

2010-02-20T14:17:00.000+05:30

There was this grim silence once again. The music was going on, as usual, but still that time marked an unfortunate event. “Hey dude… Come on one more peg!! You can do it! Come on T-Man!”
It was a deafening silence. The walls around were so far apart, yet the feeling of Claustrophobia crept in like the venom of a freshly bit Snake Wound, right up to the Skull. Smiles were all around, and people were rejoicing. Yet, something was missing, something deep inside, something which cannot be fathomed. Ok clear it. Put it aside. There are people who do not attain happiness even close to what you are getting right now. Feel lucky. Have a peg.
Drinking was never the forte. It never took away pain or grief like everyone said so. It just made the brain work less and it made the grief shoot up now and then spontaneously like horror movies which give Heart Attacks. Closing the eyes does not help too. It makes everything go round and round, like a merry-go-round. The thought of messing up the self-image by behaving out of place keeps the freedom inside a hard shelled cocoon, never letting it out. Drinking has been happier, when there are times which cannot be forgotten. With special people, when one knows that no matter how stupefying the behavior turns out to be, everything is taken in as a part of the game. Love that stuff. But with brethren, it’s all about keeping that Leo Pride intact, that kingly presence. Bullshit.
Sometimes life fosters questions, why and why again. Treading on the career path, getting things which are socially optimum, and winning the smiles and applauds of so many people you don’t even care about. How about doing something you would want to do? How about trying to be someone you wanted to be? No. It’s always about society, isn’t it? Getting good marks, having that productive life ahead; But what about something which the heart seeks, something which can stop this whole rat-race nonsense. Why go abroad when there is a strong reason to stay back? Why become a dog?
If life spells happiness in these things, then it is a sorry state of affairs, and deserves condemning. Success is nothing unless there is sharing and caring. Unless there are opportunities where one can just do weird stuff to make him smile and make the people around him smile along. And rightly said so, behind every successful man, there is an entity. This entity completes the circle of life. It creates joy, and abolishes grief. That is what people run after day after day, like a butterfly catcher. Never there. Never with. Never together.
Leos are weak. Whoever said that they are kings of the jungle. Below that crown lies a hollow skull, full of insecurity and woe. Damn those Astrological gurus. In the end, the tail is all that is left. A monkey is what stares from the mirror. Inside a cage, the monkey needs to be let loose. To hell with the lion, jumping from tree to tree is much more fun. If only there was a deal with the devil. But they say, waiting can beckon happiness. Alone to be, patiently. Like a Stone.

I'm all Surrounded

2009-10-25T01:51:00.003+05:30

Morning comes too Early
And Night Time falls too Late
And sometimes all I want to do is Wait
The Shadows I've been hiding in
Has fled from me today...

I know its easier
To walk away
Than look you in the Eyes
But a time will Rise
When I shall Shelter you
From the Skies
And here beneath the Stars tonight I lie
You will slowly yield the Light
As I awaken from my Longest Night...

Dreams are shaken
Setting Sirens
Waking up my tired eyes
With the light of your memories
All rushing into my Head...

By the window stands a Mirror
Of my heart in which she dances
She was dancing through the night
Above my bed...

With one hand through the Window
I Close the Shutters
All against the Wind
And from a distant tower I hear you call
'Let light surround you'

It's been a long, long time
I've had a while to think it over
In the end I only see the change
From Light to dark
Dark to light
Light to dark
Dark to light...

Heaven must be more than this
When angels wake me with a Kiss
When sacred hearts won't give the pain
To me make me happy all again...

I stand before the window
The shadow slowly fading
From the Wall
And from a distant tower I hear you call
'Let light surround you'

Once lost but I was found
When I heard the glass shatter all around me
I sent your spirit tumbling down the hill
But I will hold this one on now inside me still
This Spirit whispers words to clear my mind
I once could see but now at last I'm Blind...
I'm Content...

I know its easier
To walk away
Than look you in the Eyes
But I had given
All than I can take
And now I've only habits left to Break
Tonight I'll still be lying here surrounded
In all your light

Conceiving You...

2009-08-17T20:10:00.002+05:30

I've been wanting you for so long
You reach up my senses and make your form
These feelings make me repel away from you
Away from you...

I've been watching you
Not waiting, for the right moment to make the first move
Do you want to know
Why I keep avoiding your eyes?
And why I'm running away?
Its Crazy... I know

You make me realize my true color
The bleak form and the perishing conscience
And then off comes the wind
And blows me away from you...
Away from you...

Or maybe I am Destined to be Alone
Or maybe there is someone who will understand
That I'm not able to share my world
I'm still running away
Its Crazy... I know

I've been Conceiving You
For too Long
If only I could change the things around...

Occam's Razor

2009-07-26T16:37:00.002+05:30

"Simplicity is the Ultimate Sophistication"

Follow the Pied Piper, follow him to your death
In this World the Rat Race Consumes you
Instigated by the world, by the esoteric powers
Miniscule miracle, it ceases to exist

Looking up to the sky, the rain blurring the eyes
The piercing and impaling, the merciless dismay
Walking like a machine, what we all have turned to
We are blinded by the light, blinded by the light

Break the shackles, free yourself from the clutches of life
Follow the law of parsimony, soon you shall arrive
This world needs no extra, no extra deeds or might
Occam's Razor is the key, for your reason and right

Jaded is the feeling, the feeling of respite
When people run around you, feeling nothing but sheer hate
Pain absorbs the energies, of peace and content in life
All the extra work we do, it kills us with their knife

"Show me the path, show me the road to light"
"Help me duel with the system, and triumph against it"
"This prayer I seek the answer, with my last breath nearing"
"I am the dreaded victim, I am the Social Man"

Break the shackles, free yourself from the clutches of life
Follow the law of parsimony, soon you shall arrive
This world needs no extra, no extra deeds or might
Occam's Razor is the key, for your reason and right

..........

When we need not do the unnecessary
When we lead the life is joy
When we jump ahead of the others
When we reason for no choice

When we do what is necessary
The question is answered
The life needs no extra
Simplicity is what it asks

Break the shackles, free yourself from the clutches of life
Follow the law of parsimony, soon you shall arrive
This world needs no extra, no extra deeds or might
Occam's Razor is the key, for your reason and right

Live your life with harmony, embrace the simple life
Follow the law of parsimony, soon you shall arrive
This world needs simplicity, complex thoughts discarded
Occam's Razor is the key, for your reason and right
For your Reason and Right

..........

Dreams left Unanswered - Consumerism in the Indian Education System

2009-07-22T22:51:00.001+05:30

Money is not everything. Although it does make up for a hell lot of things people want, still it is not everything. The trends of consumerism can also be seen in the Indian Education System. If the system boasts to be a myriad of opportunities, it needs a slap on its face right away.

Childhood fosters learning, learning fosters knowledge and knowledge fosters temptation. In this chain, a person often forgets what he aspires to be during his sunshine days. A Fighter Pilot, a Scientist, a Painter, a Guitarist or a Cricket Player, everything just disappears into dust under the immense pressure of Social Duty. The chronological Phenomenon in the Indian Education System is also noteworthy.

A kid joins school, and ever since then, is under pressure to perform academically. He is trialled and tested every now and then to prove to the Society how good or how bad he is. He needs to carry a heavy bag, sometimes almost half his weight, filled with books to school, and is expected to excel in all that. After the board exams, he is expected to take the "best" Course of Action, the "best" being decided as to what the academically brilliant co-students are pursuing or what the general crowd perceives to be marvelous. Consumerism comes into the picture in all this. Starting from the Parent's decision to provide quality education to their Child to the Child deciding what Stream to pursue after his 10th boards, in this case generally following what everyone looks up to - be it a Science or Commerce Stream in the Best Institute Possible. The extreme exposures from Social Pressure and Heavy Responsibilities loaded on the Child's shoulders forces him to take a decision beyond his Childhood aspirations. This is the step when the Fighter Pilot or the Cricket Player dies. And comes up a Potential Engineer or a Doctor or a CA.

Why is society so Skewed in this regard? Why can't every individual pursue what he dreams of becoming? In fact, a person would give his 100% effort for the Society if he is put in a place where he can openly declare that what he is doing is completely independent of any force-feeding or social duties. By social duty, it means the glimpses of the so called "successful career path" which is constantly bombarded upon the individual to force him and make him believe that there is just one path for him to reach Social Happiness and attain a Successful Life. This is how success is defined in the Indian context. And it is a pity.

When it comes to MBA, fifteen years back, majority of the Children would never in fact, think that he or she would end up being a Business Manager. Nobody does. But the Skewed society is such that it forces its self-made definition of a successful path into the human brain that everybody, by the time he or she reaches the 12th standard, or is pursuing Graduation, thinks that MBA (or a similar Master degree) is the only way towards salvation, towards eternal success. People spend ages to get into an MBA institute, blindly believing that this route will provide success for the individual. But financial independence is not the only goal which defines success. Has anyone thought that when he or she sits on a chair, controlling a huge enterprise, he would be completely satisfied and happy with the work he is doing? Wouldn't he rather be controlling a spaceship and traveling through asteroids and visiting alien planets?

Consumerism in the Education perspective has made life a sorry state in India. The West holds a host of opportunities for kids out there, who are allowed to choose anything they desire, without anyone questioning their choices or laughing at their decisions. Theology, Philosophy, Genetic Research, Photographer, Painter, Guitarist, Singer, whatever the person aspires to be can be achieved. I'm not saying it is IMPOSSIBLE here in our country. But one who dares to tread in those paths often are victims of Social Mockery and being labeled as Inferior. The society who indulges in such acts of Negative Reinforcements against such interesting career paths needs to be incinerated, i believe. Because every individual is born for a purpose, a reason. And if, under the pressures of society, he changes his course and becomes a money-minting machine, then God save the World.

Behaviors of the Consumed

2009-07-20T03:34:00.002+05:30

Eats. Muriel really eats. She devours tons and tons of food before anyone even realizes this inhumane behavior of hers. Behavior of the primitive, the paranoid, the obese. And then she lets go of her attire. Which is of course, a part of her act, and she smiles in glee and the audience applauds. The curtain falls.

Muriel is a stage performer. She has just performed the role of a bloating female Ogre. During the encore, she is applauded for her witty acts of eating half burnt rodent meat at incredible speed. She is 32, and weighs over 70 kilograms. They generally pay her a lot of money for her acting skills.

Regardless of who we are via Genesis, the acts and strange things which we do define us more than our Surnames. You can call it a Semiotic Perspective, the likes which would make our existence obsolete without associating ourselves with things we eat, things we drive or things we spray around. There would be a time soon when we would have Brand names instead of Surnames, which would justify our states better.

In a world full of advice, people gasp for breath against this huge tsunami of Advertisements falling every hour on our small heads. Buy this, don’t buy this, throw this, don’t throw this, each and every message coming through our senses turn out to be advices and advices. The human character is no more. We are driven everyday by someone else, or something else. I am not being cynical about this, because whatever said and done, it is all cumulating up as fun inside of us. But to think of this fact that every decision we make has so many propellers behind it, some being thrust on by people we don’t even know or care. Advertisements rule the world, Marketing has overtaken freewill.

Consumers are shoved into this Perceptive Reality called satisfaction through consumption. Each and every consumer thinks he is independent and powerful enough and is leading his life like an emperor. But the fact of the matter is that for every satisfaction we thrive for, is not inherent. It is all planted and set up by repetitive exposure of advices and temptations. Which are in turn engineered by Companies for fooling the consumers into thinking that he needs this stuff so bad that he must buy it.

The instance of Muriel as an actor shows the essence of a script, which leads a normal human being to become a voracious ugly creature, just at the instruction of the writer and director. Applying the same framework to the real life outside the stage, it’s the same jaded picture. The Advertisements and the constant AIDA algorithm replace the Direction and Script, and the everyday consumer replaces the actor.

There might be millions of counter-arguments to this post, but on careful assessment, once can evaluate every action of every individual to be inspired or instigated by something or someone. Advertisements and Marketing communication act as the instigator more than the inspirer, since there are a lot of things which a man may discard away from his everyday life, and not suffer consequences (watching a movie, for instance) at all. But the force of persuasion bestowed by the Advertising Virus has eaten it all. Eaten the independent human decision. Eaten more than what Ogre Muriel has ever eaten in her entire life. All of it...

A-Mateur Life

2009-07-04T08:43:00.003+05:30

"Oi Asshole! Gimme your Sandwich!"

"But, but... What do I have for my lunch?"

"You can have this..." *WHAM!*

Pampering Parents. They never know their son had Nightmares of the Bullies tormenting him in class. No, there was complete justification as to why A-Mateur did not mention this Everyday Tremor to his Folks... He had a Huge Ego... An ego that could easily crush his immature existence in a second... And that did not let him reveal in front of his Pampering folks that he was apparently a Coward, a Loser, a Punching Bag... Time flew... And one day, he committed Suicide... Game Over...

*This is called WRITER'S BLOCK, btw...*

My Prayer

2009-06-14T03:39:00.000+05:30

Mighty One,

Help me be a channel of Thy peace
That where there is hatred, I may bring love
That where there is wrong, I may bring the spirit of forgiveness
That where there is discord, I may bring harmony
That where there is error, I may bring truth
That where there is doubt, I may bring faith
That where there is despair, I may bring hope
That where there is shadow, I may bring light
That where there is sadness, I may bring joy
That I may seek rather to comfort, than to be comforted
That I may seek to understand rather than to be understood
That I may seek to love, rather than to be loved
For it is by self-forgetting that one finds,
It is by forgiving that one is forgiven

Chronicles de Journia

2009-05-11T14:20:00.003+05:30

Procrastination kills. Be it just for moments or for a whole decade. The wee hours of rainfall when the taxi just drives past, the human mind too timid to get drenched for just a couple of seconds, deciding to wait for another one... Expecting hopefully to cozy up in another yellow cab... They come every 10 seconds... But there's no "another" now... No taxi, no drydom... 2 seconds of wet aversion and now need to walk in the cold rain for half an hour... Primitive instance this, yet worth thinking of...

April came, and the blog was ignored... No more... I write...

Much to my delight had I got the opportunity to tread on Foreign Earth... My duties embrace comfort, the cusp of perfection, and I am happy... My bottle shattered - Green and Melancholic... The Other Half Revisited, the heat unleashing the demento cell of the Brain... The Gin and tonic... The Fake Answers... And the Pat on the Back... All in the pipeline...

Someone told me that I write too vaguely... I would like to deny that... Being a progressive musician, I request everybody to open their minds and try to read my blog... It is as simple as a Chaai and an Egg Patties...

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

2009-03-24T13:12:00.004+05:30

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

Purgatory

2009-03-24T04:46:00.002+05:30

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

2009-03-24T02:27:00.003+05:30

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

-Instrumental-

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

2009-03-24T02:23:00.003+05:30

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...

Black Clouds and Silver Linings

2009-03-14T15:12:00.007+05:30

"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!!

Blitzkrieg

2009-03-09T20:40:00.002+05:30

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...

Kaged and Kreased

2009-03-08T23:14:00.001+05:30

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

2009-03-08T21:16:00.000+05:30

"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.

There's Green on the Other Side of the Hill

2009-02-28T05:03:00.000+05:30

Waking up in the Morning
With the sound of the Old Clock
Recuperating on your past Day
The Hazy Figures behind the Silhouette
Reminds you of your winding way
When you feel your hands are immobile
And your Head doesn't give Away
Looking in the Mirror you find those empty Eyes
Which once were full of Disarray

Its always Green
On the other side of the Hill
You try to Reach
But you never will
A Hopeless Journey...

You take the instrument in your trembling Hands
And you try to be Reluctant
But the might of Inspiration catches you by your neck
The effect rises up as you Think
You Climb the Ladder, feel the brightened Stars
You fall down on your pretty Bed
This Trampoline your Brain Designs
Makes you go High as you Think

Its always Green
On the other side of the Hill
You try to Reach
But you never Will
A Sweet Surrender...
Your mind flies Higher...
The Path so Slender...
The Smell a Wonder...
A Sweet Surrender...

And when you Tread across the Green Countryside
You see the Cattle Grazing Still
You Realize you're in your Illusion
But you won't stop till you reach the Hill

You hear the Sirens the Loud pitching Noise
But you Care Less as you Stay
The World Complicates the Life so Pure
Its time you Roundabout as you Pray

Its always Green
On the other side of the Hill
You try to Reach
But you never Will
You try to Crawl...
You try to Run...
You find your Monsters...
Walking on the River...
You Feel for the Lesser...
As you Surrender...
To the Grass so Greener...
The Might of Wonder...
The Night of Wonder...
Sweet Surrender...

The Grave and the Altar...
You Lie and Wonder...
How Sweet the Surrender...
The Life is Over...
Your Life is Over...

A Mourning over the Faded Scarlet

2009-02-27T20:58:00.000+05:30

My Heart weeps out to the Scene
Where She lies Numb and Serene
The Cruel Hand of Fate, Carried her Away

I look inside Her Eyes, I feel Her Soul cry
A Merciless God, Cruel on Her Soul
A Beautiful Flower, now Fades into the Dust

Oh my Pristine, dweller in my Heart
You've broken it away, and Breathed your Last
Now where shall I go, I need no Despair
My eyes Wet and my Hands Cold, I feel endless Pain

My Dear, my Only Reason
Is now carried away
What am I left with?
My Guilt, my Pain

Should I End my Life?
To Rejoin You?
Am I the Reason you Died?
Am I your Killer?

Oh my Pristine, I ended Your Life
My Confused Brain, made you Breathe Your Last
Now I understand, I need no Despair,
Now I End my Life, My Soul Unforgiven...

Forever and Ever, forever till I find you...
Forever and Ever, forever till I need you...
I Miss You...

Bleed

2009-02-27T20:43:00.000+05:30

Suffocation locks the Neck
Terrorizes the Breath
Kills the head, to turn one Dead
Try cutting the vein, to release the Pain
If all these Fail, its a Bloody Trail

Waking up, to the Torture and the Cries
Everything has Died, the World Ends
Blasting, explosions in the Head
Erupting all the Rage, its time to show the Hate...

You, won't be Spared, From the Rage
Of the Bleeding Victims
You, shall be Destroyed, by Knife or Fist
Of the Bleeding Victims

Terrorize the Souls, in the name of an unknown Ghoul
Force the Brutal Deed, inherent in your Seed
Endless Vengeance Flows, your Bloody purity Erodes
Let others Own your Sins, this is too much You Fucking Fiend

Peel you off your Skin, burn you amid the Din
Let your Fake Messiah Die, erase you and your Lie
Your Wretch don't deserve to live, no more suffering shall you Give
I shall cut you by your Throat, its the only way to end your Revolt...

You, won't be Spared, From the Rage
Of the Bleeding Victims
You, shall be Destroyed, by Knife or Fist
Of the Bleeding Victims

"Bleed to death, I shall make you pay,
Wrench your neck, then I shall Slay,
Your Breed, your Kin and your Life,
I shall Kill, make you Pay.
Knife or Fist, Gun or Bane, you shall Face,
Experience the Wrath, of the Innocent you have Slayed,
You Monster, you deserve to see,
The Blood Oozing out, as you Bleed"

I kill you, feed you to the Dogs
Cut your Head, lift it up, rejoice on what I've done
But don't I see, I've become the Monster
My own selfish motives, has made me this way...

I, should not be Spared, from your Rage
I'm a Monster now
I, should be Destroyed, by Knife or Fist,
I'm the Monster now
I, have become, one of Them
My Soul is Evil now
I will go to Hell, its what I Deserve, its where I shall be
My Final place of Rest

Shift Of Control

2009-02-27T20:27:00.000+05:30

Take me for a Run, make me feel Lazy
Take over my Head, make me go Crazy
Is this what You want, to Break me up
To take over my Thoughts, to Control my Life

Pull over my Strings, make me Choke
Destroy all my Dreams, Happiness Evoked
You feel your Need fills with this
But all I got to say is just One Thing...

Make me Blind, before you Try
Your Puppet Show, my Soul to Blow
I can Never Release You
Let me Cry, before I Die
And touch the Sky, end up Dry
And Cease to Exist

Cover me up, cover me Well
Cover my Head with your Big Black Veil
Some Mercy you should show, get Amused till I go
The Puppet Show, my Mind Below

Pull over my Strings, make me Choke
Destroy all my Feelings, my Happiness Evoked
You feel your Want, your Need, fills with this
But let me Holler this one Last time...

Make me Blind, before you Try
Your Puppet Show, my Soul to Blow
I can Never Release You
Let me Cry, before I Die
And touch the Sky, end up Dry
And Cease to Exist

And when you Use me till I Bleed
My Body endlessly Believes
My Soul is Cursed, my Life a Trap
But I use my Power to Release Myself...

As your Strings are cut down by my Knife
I Release Myself and make You Beg for Life
I'm not a Monster like You, I make no Suffering
But I need to Live with You, need to see Your Well-Being

And I Embrace you like a Man
My Eyes fixed on you, My Mercy can
Redeem your Life, Forgive your Sins
I am your Lifeline, I am your Man...

I won't make you Blind, I'll stay Beside
Forever Life, with you by my Side
And the Skies Above
Hold my Hand, I'll take you there
I'll bring you here, I'll be your Company
Every where

Embrace my Soul, its your Lifeline
You can find it's Kind, it feeds your Mind
And keeps you Alive

Take my Hand...
Embrace my Soul...

Be my Wife, the Story is Told
I Control, both our Lives
Now I'm your Man, my Life so Bold
And I Control...

And I Control...

Updates!

2009-02-27T20:22:00.000+05:30

Hello Hypothetical Followers!! :P

Well, the Cruciatus Charm still traps me during classes... But luckily I have found a good pastime... To write boring lyrics for my blog... Coming Up, not one, not two, not even three but FOUR pieces I have written... One with a different view on "Love Relationships", one on Self Realization and Dark Fallacy, one on Losing someone near and one on Dope... Hope you guys enjoy reading! If you do, that is!! Cheers!!

Vortex

2009-02-06T16:18:00.000+05:30

Let us start with a Story, About a Happy Man and his Days
The Fever of this Happiness, Justifies the Role that he Plays
Complications don't Arrive, Tragedies leave his life Alone
Conjuring in all Colorful, Sweet smelling Happiness in a Cone

But believe or not my Friends, this Platter of Happiness beckons Vice
Keep it locked inside one's Eyes, Feed it to the Children as Rice
These Priorities, Biased thinking Relativities, running away from Pain
Brings the woe, covers up its foe, Complicating the Human Brain

Living the thoughts Alone, Sole Survivor
Praying with both hands folded, Desperate Pleasure
Balance in and Balance Out, the Yin and the Yang influenced out
Crazy existence carried ahead, the Spice which wounds the Crowd

We are approaching
Endlessly moving
Towards...

The Plague, Its awake
Like a virus Spread, Killing all things in its way
Striking the Womb, Released in the Coffin
Hoping to Reach, the eventual Tomb

Grief is not a Misfit, its what we feed, its our fault
We trap Happiness, Vicariously, Cruelly
Our Sons, Daughters, Mothers, Fathers,
Receive our share of Care
For the rest, why should we hide like a Coward?
Under this Wretched Draconian Veil?
Are we declaring Slime, Filth, or Rage?
And worst of all, its Inherent

The Plague, Its awake
Like a virus Spread, Killing all things in its way
Striking the Womb, Released in the Coffin too soon
The eventual Tomb attained, a Fatal Bane

Avoidance, my Dear Friend, Prevents this Fate
Don't run after Happiness, Keep your children Safe
Believe in the Balance, the Might of all Mights
The Vortex of Life, Through which you shall Pass
Balance in and Balance Out, the Yin and the Yang influenced out
Evil and Good must go Hand in Hand

And so, Strength to Comply, to Face, to Endure,
Serves a Far Greater Purpose, a Far Bigger Meaning,
Of passing through the Vortex of Life...

The Final Price for Life

2009-02-06T16:02:00.000+05:30

He had to go... But is coming back

This song goes out to the ever present Guide, Mentor and Friend...

THE FINAL PRICE FOR LIFE

Desolated and Ignored
This Life Endlessly Weeps
Sorrow and the Darkness
Seeps into this Deep

Why can't there be Justice?
Nature's Vengeance in
The Lives of our Tomorrow
Away from the Common Din

Passive Reflexes
and the Ode to Survive
Brings Never Ending Pain
its the Karma Inside
Nights and Days Alike
all make us Weep and Tremble
Is this what we get?
Is this the Final Price for Life?
The Final Price for Life...

Genesis through Fate
Forever what we Hate
Crimson waves of Melancholy
Bitter Wretchedness
The Cloak of Disguise
Reflects all our Smiles
It Collapses now and then
When our Devils Arise

Pilgrimage and Service
are Evils Disguised
Maladies of Raindrops
falling out of Fake Delight
Running for the Happiness
a Mirage Awaiting
Is this all there is?
Is this the Final Price for Life?
The Final Price for Life...

...

When Satan gave the Apple
He became a part of Life
We should use this Life against him
Make him Burn to Dust and Die
Prosperity would come then
This Memory so Bold
I Guess this is what God gave us
He gave us Hope

Fight Fire with your Bare hands
triumph shall Arrive
Erase the Darkness in thy Soul
atleast a little you should try
The light which you're Seeking
would Embrace thy Existence
This is your Final Destiny
This is the Final Price for Life
The Final Price for Life...

Fight Fire with your Bare Hands
The Final Price for Life

Erase the Darkness
The Final Price for Life

Kill the Devil Inside
The Final Price for Life...

Coming up...

2009-02-06T15:32:00.000+05:30

During the non-availability of my laptop, I happened to do a lot of things... Get pathetic grades, Write some shit and watch Opeth... Now watching Opeth was a seriously amazing experience... 10,000 people, Mikael singing the Drapery Falls... Was too much to handle :)

Here's evidence in support of the plaintiff:

Fun!

Plus... Wrote a couple of Songs, one on how one faces peril in life and tries to overcome, and the other on how happiness alone cannot suffice without its alter ego...

And... We're Back!

2009-02-06T15:25:00.000+05:30

Aloha!!

Please don't buy HP Laptops... They suck real bad... My laptop functioned creepingly ok for a year... Ever since that, I have had to change my motherboard 4 friggin times! Which is of course ridiculous!

December 08, I give my laptop to the HP Services, and its lying there ever since, due to "unavailability of spare parts". Now if they really wanna learn Supply Chain Management and Just In Time Operations... Hell I can make HP way way better than what they are demonstrating now! Pathetic! Nonsense! Beasts! Illiterates! Sinha up mine!

I got a beautiful Dell Studio Lappie... On which I am posting right now... It is sheer brilliance... Go Dell!! :P

Diplomacy

2008-12-04T03:42:00.000+05:30

Diplomat whisky... He's joining the UN... Did Gaikwad call? Hahaha Saala!! Ki korchish bara?? Kambal maaro... Chaati aali!! Its phenomenal!! Beautiful!! Beautiful!!

Words define amusement, hate and the eventual state of being... Likewise, the words above churns the din which I hear... Get a load of these and you shall pass...

Likewise, per se...

Kaaa - Punked!!!

The Shiver of Winter

2008-12-04T03:14:00.000+05:30

Memories Cry
As they pass by
Contemplating their end

The willow creeks by
As its children die
Elderly lament beckoning

Scenes of joy now fade away
As the world turns grey
All of them now hate to say
The paled out leaves fly all in vain
Its the curse of Winter
Its inflicting pain

Hate
Seasons of Hate
Killing the white and spawning the dark
Night
It never seems to end at all
The hopes and dreams inevitably fall
The curse of Winter striketh

Dreadful woe
Pitiless souls
Blasphemic creation of the Black Hole
Faith wrenched out through its gut
Sin and Sin fill this wretched mess

Hate
Seasons of Hate
Killing the white and spawning the dark
Night
It never seems to end at all
The hopes and dreams inevitably fall
The curse of Winter striketh

A Silver Line
Shows its kind
Healing the World and the Man

A Candle of Love
Shining in the end
Which we would carry back to the Beginning

Camel Toes

2008-11-11T01:23:00.000+05:30

Store water and use them... My better half says that all the time... Water is just a misnomer... You get my point...

Today we rode. We rode round and round till we reach the red glowsign... P(arag)orn was where we went... The Hideous one, the diplomat, my other half, my yet other half, the orgasm and the sticker... Squids and fishes did we devour under temptation... And we rode... We rode round and round and then we came...

I love irritating you... It brings out my erection so nicely that i feel like applying hot meddlerose lotion in front of it... Love irritating you, dear luck... You fuckin bastard... You let me down and down and down and when i feel i'm dead, you save me... Sure do i realize you are friggin playin with my life... Uriah Heep thingy this has become... Fishy hands which smell and slip when i hold on to you... Then you let go and i fall... Then you become doctor rubberhandle and lift me up just before i hit ground zero... Pathetic this is! Shaeeehh!!

Yeah you can wear those tracks my dear... All up till your necktard... No no don't meet these fuckers... They are all bung gungs... You wear that right up till your neck... Damn... I need water... Storage theory... Respect ye Brethren, you slimy piece of cock a poo...

This

2008-11-10T02:28:00.000+05:30

Gather... To see the world through my eyes
Remember... That we are born to live it right
Forever... We don't know it calls to discover
And Ever... Make it by for one another

Nepotism, Retribute,
Overconfidential truth,
People's nation, where i tread low
For every reason I foresee and go

No one's helping, no one's there...
I see no answer, i burn in hell,
No one's listening to my street show
Do i kill them, or do i let go?

This
Is what we call
The heaven's answer for this ever stancer
And everything with eyes above

This
Is what we call
Forever and ever, Forever and ever
Forever and ever till we bite the dust

Sshhh and don't you shout
You holler and they come out
Darkness and all things deep
Gonna suck you in, you never had a chance, when you get in

Knowledge gaining, Shower of might,
Legacy maintaining, up and tight
Freedom of money, Genetlemanliness
Wretched life is all a mess

Why do we have to go on and on?
When spirits of ours are about to dawn
Why do we listen to you and him?
Well you can go die in your favouritism

This
Is what we call
Realize and action everyday and a fraction
And all the reasons which we carried on

This
Is what we call
Delivering it bloody right on the face
Standin up and tall and a call for embrace

This
Is what we call
The heaven's answer for this ever stancer
And everything with eyes above

This
Is what we call
Forever and ever, Forever and ever
Forever and ever till we bite the dust

Finally we come to an end
Are all our answers dealt with my man?
I see the sunshine I killed the rain
I finally feel I'm void of vain

The Great damn Maladies of Life

2008-11-10T01:58:00.001+05:30

They say to digress out of your friggin career is a sin beyond the levels of adultery... I totally agree with that. I'd love to write a book on how the woe worms wrap around your nose all the bloody time and give you nightmares after nightmares... Perhaps i will...

Life is what in the Indian Cultural retrospect? Two balls make you somethin like a black hole... Somethin that always can suck in whatsoever comes in front of it... Knowledge, Fame, Responsibility... A good life they say? A wife, kids, cars, a huge whore of a house, a flamin job which lets you do the right thing and benefit and benefit... And then you die? Is that what we all want? Is that the culture we all follow?

Ladies and Gentlemen of the great Indian society, here is what i present to you a stream of spoilers which I believe you believe...

Benefit is what we all call the right thing to do - benefit yourself, benefit you wife, your kids, your parents, your whole society, your dog... I mean, why do we do all that? What exactly would I get if i benefit you? Cared to even think of that? Guess what, I got the same ol brain, the same ol heart and the same ol want for more which you all got... Parents... Right... They love us... Very much... Groom us, teach us, grow us up... They tell us to be a man - to do everything for the greater good for the greater people (Fuck Ethics)... To earn money, to get fame, name and a beautiful girl - same caste, same creed, same color, get kids, who grow up to earn even more money than we do... Is that what they want? Yes!! They send us to School where some knuckleheads come and teach us Science which is for the benefit of mankind... Now wait just a minute, I'm so not criticizing the use of a school or an institution... I mean Man has eaten the forbidden fruit, so there HAS to be a craving for knowledge and that's the way of the Devil... Allright, School gives us informative stuff we can benefit from... We go our ways... But certain points in life we meet these lovely moments, these lovely things which our heart melts and moulds itself into the same shape as it is... Love, Music, Creativity, Nature... All of that... These things matter to us eventually and we gather around our memories ramming our heads where do we actually fit them in?

With all the bloody competition to survive, and to get bigger, we ignore these heart melting gems and try being a black hole per se... What we really want is for us to be happy... Wouldn't we be happy doing things for our hearts? Benefit our heart for one damn minute? Aren't we digressing NOW? I mean, career is essential no doubt, but why do we ignore certain things just because others dont care? Others can go F themselves for a minute, you can stop F'ing yourself for once and get to the thing you like doing the most... But then we are all bloody mechanically quasi-functional... Can't we just get out for ONE nipple of a minute of that Fibonacci Series we all fall into? 1:2:3:5:8:13... Can't we be the second purest thing after God for just one damn minute? Can't we stop being Bots for heaven's sake?

I'm not too good in practicing what I preach, but I let my stream of consciousness flow once in a while, and so I did just now!! Even i'm into this retarded existence...

Damn! This is Some fucked up shit...

Losing You

2008-10-27T02:23:00.000+05:30

This is about the time when the heart wrenches itself to its tiniest of form, when the shrieks and tears fall on us like Lava falling on wet snow... It is all fizzy and hazy. The lights never seem bright enough, neither the wind seems cool enough to blow away the sweat on your brow. Its when you lament the demise of a dear one, when you realize that Life is just a moment in itself, which comes and goes and never lets you get where you actually want to be.

Its painful. Very heavy on you and you feel suffocated and yet shiver over the heat. You see the people around you deeply mourning over something. That something used to be someone. But then again, it is Life which mystifies and hurts you eventually. Then why the mystification? The void of loneliness grasps you right by your throat and you really despise your very existence.

Then you try to remember the days, the moments and the good times YOU had with that somebody. Its all hazy and unclear, but what the hell, it still is embedded in your brain like a carving. Should man face such pain and relentlessness. Yes, but only for a while.

Finished things can be done two ways, good or not good. If its good, then there is a space of not being able to do it again, but yet there is achievement in it. However, if it is not done well enough, you tend to argue with your sense of satisfaction and try to differ with it. Real life is somewhat similar to it. Try thinking on these lines - People lose, people die. But when they do, it creates a void which needs to be filled... Someone needs to stand up and take a challenge right on his chest and then fight against it. That is what it should look like. Man is born for a purpose, and that is not what we all perceive. It is not who we are, but what we do. Sinning is an everyday chore, so that cannot be avoided. But that can be made up by fulfillment and achievement in things which not only you want, but also the somebody who is no more anted more than ever. You know what I am talking about. So do it. Do the right thing. Don't cry over spilled milk or someone you lost. Its a sin in itself. Do and do till you believe you have made someone proud enough to rest in peace. That is when you take a deep breath and declare yourself a man. A well-deserved man.

So the gist is, do the things which someone always wanted you to do, be the man and attain the freedom which you and that somebody deserves a lot.

For the Greater Good of the Greater People

2008-10-24T14:45:00.000+05:30

Suddenly when I landed back here, there was this wharf of a thing blowing in... We call it our Summers... Negotiably, this was a good thing... The want to want and the desire to grasp on and on were some of its key attributes. I embraced the idea. But suddenly its abandoning me in and out...

This is why I have decided to let the greater good of the greater people prevail over my selfish lusty wants... Sometimes I think I shouldn't give any reason or thought on my apparent self-declaration as the King of this World... But see what I have turned into? A Monster I am... A reckless soulless being... Who doesn't post as much as he used to... My wants have surpassed my emotional stability... I have turned... This needs to be put at an end... I have come home to the Almighty... Hoping he will show me the way... The way towards getting a job eventually (See? There it comes again!)... But I can't help it... No matter what ethics we dive into, or what cultures we boast about... Its the beast that gets us all the time... Greed, Felony, Lust, Temptation... Its ALL in us... Its just that some people become lucky (I have NO CLUE why) and some people like me are currently not... Its a tragic state of being, and it hurts real bad...

Cornered by the fate, Do I have it in me to Rise again?
Or am I just a throwaway Leaflet?
Blowing where the wind blows, and finally crumbling to pieces...
Give it a thought, guys... Give it a thought

The Emo's of Frustration

2008-09-28T17:05:00.000+05:30

When the gale blows clean the tremors and the cramps, its the time for relaxation and sleepifcation... Its time you go home. Strange but true, we all crave, or even die to reach this stage. Duties and duties apart do we grab this sonofagun stage right by its neck. But the irony of life is - Happiness is friggin tough to come by, even if its served on a platter all for you... Let me elaborate...

Post all the duties, a soldier or a wannabe (pun intended) would want to throw away all his arms and ammo and make his way home or wherever... This is the time he has been waiting for... The smell of his Dogs, the Red Carpet-like welcome, the velvet couch and the slurpiest Indian Curry, all waiting to be fornicated by his truly. First Glance it looks Wowiee (in the words of the famous Borat Sagdiyev), then it feels warm... But the last phase is the most Frustrating of em all... When the damn boredom creeps into everything you do... The man realizes his perseverance was all for Zilch... Lack of Privacy, lack of Bung Bung and Commitments, all ooze on him like jelly beans rotten and wormed. This is the Height.

Finally the man comes back to his Dutydrome and farts and farts...

On Ganesha... Stereotypical, but not Actually...

2008-09-13T05:33:00.000+05:30

I heard from my parents that Ganesha was once asked to Circle round te earth as fast as He could... In return, He apparently circled round His Parents... On being asked why, He Replied: "Parents mean the world for me... So its all the same"

Now the reason why this post is written is because of some sudden realization I had experienced just about now... 5:30 in the morning... Parents are the Only ones that matter eventually... No matter what... Maybe this might sound funny for the Western lot, but they don't know what they are missing upon... Parents mean the world... They are the reason why we exist, and they Cherish our successes much much more than what we ourselves do, and grief much much more than what we do in circumstances that involve us... Atleast in my case its true...

For my Mother, its like a kiddo relationship... I'm always a kid in front of her... No matter how old I become, i'm always the small boy running around and eating up anything that smells good :P So she obviously knows me more than I know myself, hence the reason why she's half the world to me...

The other half is a little complicated, yet the best bit of it... My Dad... Some truly quote that For whatever success one obtains, he feels happy... But there's someone who feels 100 times more than the individual... His Father... Dad feels like the biggest King in this whole world when I achieve success... And so will we once we get children... Hence Proved Ganesha's Point...

Cherish this Relationship... Wives are an integral part of your responsibility and Girlfriends are just in your Heart... But when it comes to the Superlative and things which matter the Most... Parents Rule...

Fly I shall... But taking them on my shoulders I will...

B-I-T-C-H

2008-09-13T00:11:00.000+05:30

I'm not discussing about life here... Real Bitches, as they say...

I Bitch. I bitch about a lot of things... Which is none of your business... But the matter-of-fact is there is ONE damn bitch who's kinda suggested negative waves upon my brain... Lot of people do... But this bitch did it and it kinda went in me deep inside my tummy... And i can't even think of letting it go...

Strange thing, I kinda like this Bitch too... People gather around and bitch about bitches they hate... I do hate this Bitch, but still i kinda have a friendly want to kick this Bitch's Arse... Eventually I did, but on a friendly note... And since i did it happily, twas a nice experience! But this bitch would remain a pal I think... And this Bitch needs to be a part of my blog...

Here's to you, Bitch... Live your dream... In your greyish faded underwear... Chuth!! :P

Phases of Sinners and Eventual Glory

2008-09-12T21:41:00.001+05:30

Part I: I Sin

The day breaking with the sound of falling dew...

The night fading out of sight and view...

As I contemplate my sins and fate...

What I felt had come awake...

Scenes changing through my eyes and sight...

This Love is bleeding all throughout the night...

The dawn that carries memories of you...

Never fades the shadows never takes me through...

I believed that the Sun would shine...

And provide me with all the Light...

I believed that the Daylight comin

Is all I ever needed... To Repent...

But it never happened... It never happened

Crimson lights cover the fading skies...

As i get ready to say my last goodbye...

Never did I mention it to you...

That the words I said was never true...

How can I be so cruel?

This soul so wretched I have...

Tis a dark one...

Memories flood me in and out...

Creating waves of lava as i shout...

My whole body burns in torment...

The pain i feel exceeding the deepest regrets...

But yet I do not lament...

As I know i am the one who deserves... Who suffers...

Oh world I hereby bid...

My last and untimely farewell...

Creating a void nobody would know...

Let alone the love I did let go...

I have sinned I have sinned...

Burning is my end...

And so is how I Repent...

The day breaking with the sound of falling dew...

The night fading out of sight and view...

Getting Blurry, blurry, blurry...

Fading, Fading and fading away...

The night sleeps...

And I turn formless... Goodbye!

Part II: I Repent

All the years of sins running through my head...

The questions that were never meant...

The ornaments of my life I thought adorned me...

Now Reveals shame and deep lament...

Overwhelming sorrow absorbs me...

As I begin to trace my darkest past...

Signs throughout my life...

That have warned me...

Of all the wrongs I've done...

I had Ignored...

I fold my formless hands...

Hoping that this step will help restore me...

I face my past and ask for forgiveness...

And clean up my dirty deeds...

I'm here to confess to you that what I did, was wrong... And I'm asking for your forgiveness...

I’m as sick as my secrets...

But will the truth set me free?

I Regret, Oh Lord, I really do...

The Sins that I have done, and I might have...

I am wrong, and I have learned the hard way...

But just when I’m through hanging on...

The Light!

I see light and my love...

I feel... I breathe...

I’m saved...

Thank you...

God..

As I reel off my bed...

I am asked “How do you feel?”

I say –

I LIVE WITH THE TRUTH... AND THERE”S NO ALTERNATIVE TO IT...

Look what I found in Wikipedia!!

2008-09-12T00:00:00.000+05:30

Tanshuman-ism (sometimes symbolized by >H or H+), a term often used as a synonym for "human enhancement", is an international, intellectual and cultural movement supporting the use of science and technology to enhance human mental and physical abilities and aptitudes, and overcome what it regards as undesirable and unnecessary aspects of the human condition, such as disability, suffering, disease, aging, and involuntary death.

Tanshuman-ism has been described by one outspoken opponent as the world's most dangerous idea, while a proponent counters that it is the "movement that epitomizes the most daring, courageous, imaginative, and idealistic aspirations of humanity".

Tanshuman-ism is a class of philosophies that seek to guide us towards a superhuman condition. Tanshuman-ism shares many elements of humanism, including a respect for reason and science, a commitment to progress, and a valuing of human (or tanshuman) existence in this life. Tanshuman-ism differs from humanism in recognizing and anticipating the radical alterations in the nature and possibilities of our lives resulting from various sciences and technologies.

Its basic Aspects -

1. The intellectual and cultural movement that affirms the possibility and desirability of fundamentally improving the human condition through applied reason, especially by developing and making widely available technologies to eliminate aging and to greatly enhance human intellectual, physical, and psychological capacities.
2. The study of the ramifications, promises, and potential dangers of technologies that will enable us to overcome fundamental human limitations, and the related study of the ethical matters involved in developing and using such technologies.

Some secular humanists conceive tanshuman-ism as an offspring of the humanist freethought movement and argue that tanshuman-ists differ from the humanist mainstream by having a specific focus on technological approaches to resolving human concerns and on the issue of mortality. However, other progressives have argued that superhumanism, whether it be its philosophical or activist forms, amount to a shift away from concerns about social justice, from the reform of human institutions and from other Enlightenment preoccupations, toward narcissistic longings for a transcendence of the human body in quest of more exquisite ways of being. In this view, tanshuman-ism is abandoning the goals of humanism, the Enlightenment, and progressive politics.

While many tanshuman-ist theorists and advocates seek to apply reason, science and technology for the purposes of reducing poverty, disease, disability, and malnutrition around the globe, tanshuman-ism is distinctive in its particular focus on the applications of technologies to the improvement of human bodies at the individual level. Many tanshuman-ists actively assess the potential for future technologies and innovative social systems to improve the quality of all life, while seeking to make the material reality of the human condition fulfill the promise of legal and political equality by eliminating congenital mental and physical barriers.

Tanshuman-ist philosophers argue that there not only exists a perfectionist ethical imperative for humans to strive for progress and improvement of the human condition but that it is possible and desirable for humanity to enter a tanshuman phase of existence, in which humans are in control of their own evolution. In such a phase, natural evolution would be replaced with deliberate change.

Tanshuman-ists support the emergence and convergence of technologies such as nanotechnology, biotechnology, information technology and cognitive science, and hypothetical future technologies such as simulated reality, artificial intelligence, superintelligence, mind uploading, and cryonics. They believe that humans can and should use these technologies to become more than human. They therefore support the recognition and/or protection of cognitive liberty, morphological freedom, and procreative liberty as civil liberties, so as to guarantee individuals the choice of using human enhancement technologies on themselves and their children. Some speculate that human enhancement techniques and other emerging technologies may facilitate more radical human enhancement by the midpoint of the 21st century.

In Short, Play God

The Change Of My Seasons

2008-09-10T04:45:00.000+05:30

I. The Crimson Sunrise

Birth

II. Innocence

I remember a time
My frail, virgin mind
Watched the crimson sunrise
Imagined what life might find
Life was filled with wonder
I felt the warm wind blow
I must explore the boundaries
Transcend the depth of winter's snow

Innocence caressing me
I never felt so young before
There was so much life in me
Still I longed to search for more

But those days are gone now
Changed like a leaf on a tree
Blown away forever
Into the cool autumn breeze
The snow has now fallen
And my sun's not so bright
I struggle to hold on
With the last of my might

In my den of inequity
Viciousness and subtlety
Struggle to ease the pain
Struggle to find the same

Ignorance surrounding me
I've never been so filled with fear
All my life's been drained from me
The end is drawing near...

III. Carpe Diem

"Carpe diem
Seize the day"

I'll always remember
The chill of the Chamber
The news of the fall
The sounds in the hall
The clock on the wall
Ticking away
"Seize the Day"
I heard him say
Life will not always be this way
Look around
Hear the sounds
Cherish your life
While you're still around

"Gather ye rosebuds while ye may
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow will be dying"

I can learn
From the past
But those days
Are gone
I can hope
For the future
But there might not be one for me

The words stuck in my mind
Alive from what I've learned
I have to seize the day
To Home I returned

Preparing for her flight
I held with all my might
Fearing my deepest fright
She walked into the night
She turned for one last look
She looked me in the eye
I said, "I Love You... So...
Good-bye"

IV. The Darkest Of Winters

Perish, Anguish, Forsaken

V. Another World

So far or so it seems
All is lost
With nothing fulfilled
Off the pages and the
Movie screen
Another world
Where nothing's true

Tripping through
The life fantastic
Lose a step
And never get up
Left alone
With a cold blank stare
I feel like giving up

I was blinded by a paradise
Utopia high in the sky
A dream that only drowned me
Deep in sorrow, wondering why

"Oh come let us adore him
Abuse and then ignore him
No matter what
Don't let him be
Let's feed upon his misery
Then string him up for all the world to see"

I'm sick of all
You hypocrites!
Holding me at bay!
And I don't need
Your sympathy!
To get me through the day!

Seasons change, and so can I,
Hold on Boy
No time to cry,
Untie these strings
I'm climbing down
I won't let them push me away...

"Oh come let us adore him
Abuse and then ignore him
No matter what
Don't let him be
Let's feed upon
His misery"
Now it's time for them
To deal with ME

VI. The Inevitable Summer

Scorching Vengeance, Retribution, Emptiness

VII. The Crimson Sunset

I'm much wiser now
A lifetime of memories
Run though my head
They taught me how
For better or worse
Alive or dead
I realize
There's no turning back
Life goes on
The offbeaten track...

I sit down with my son
Set to see the Crimson Sunset
(Gather ye rosebuds while ye may)
Many years have come and gone
I've lived my life, but now I must move on
(Gather ye rosebuds while ye may)
He is my only one
Now that my time has come
Now that my life is done
We look into the sun
"Seize the day
And don't you cry
Now it's time
To say good-bye
Even though
I'll be gone
I will live on
Live on"

- Life in Words

To "Achieve"

2008-09-10T04:15:00.000+05:30

The key towards a blessed existence lies in Achievement. Depending on what one wishes or aspires, Achievement is defined. Since this is my own frigging Blog, I define my Achievement with a phrase which few would oppose:

GETTING WHAT I WANT, WHEN I WANT AND WHERE I WANT

It sounds very Egoistic, but that is me for you, Served on this platter. I am a part of a very Reputed B School here in India, and this School demands its tots to study hard, for its Exams. Being a tot now, I am totting as a tottal tturd. I hate these forced paradigm shifts which come up. Why can't life be one sweet poem which I write and which I live in?

Coming back to my Achievement Clause, these exams are a part of it. Sigh! Getting grades and impressing some wise men are my only duties to be done. The Lure? Money, sweet Ums, its money. Life ain't a bitch if you have some hard crisp cash under your hat. I don't disagree.

I'm also a frantic bassist. Left my band temporarily for greener pastures, only to realize its all VADA here. (The interesting term VADA is very simple to understand: Take some ghetto dwellers, some rich bastards and some nowhere-to-go people... Line them up beside a wall over some sand, and order them to Crap as much as each guy can... The leftovers are hence called VADA (Thanks to Matthew Sir, our great Social Transformist). Uniquely, this Crap and Sand makes the mix dry, thus you don't squish on it if you step on it, but it sticks to your Floaters till Eternity). But as long as the money is in this, my folks and my partner threw me into all of this. Now i am a tot, for heaven's sake, and studying, to Achieve. Where is that groove i played? Where is the part where i play my solo? Where are those scales?

Life's a bitch, even with money... But then again, I'm a flea...

Realization for the Realized

2008-09-09T05:57:00.000+05:30

Procrastination was never the term I would have imbibed in me... But He did... And here I am... All unmanageably overdimensioned and utterly lazy... They say Realization leads to Salvation... If Salvation means I get what I dream, here I try to get what i should...

I need a Smoke...

And it Begins...

2008-09-09T05:48:00.000+05:30

Billions of years ago, the Anti-Matter held this one up high and swerved it, with His complete Might and Awe... Life came into being...

With this life, man seeks what he never knows and will never achieve, leaving a few fortunate souls... Yet the thorns prick the feet and the gale blows the teardrops... Beckoning is now...

I... will write...