Heyy !!!! So here I am again. Told you guys earlier that UPDATE was gonna be the real …(n I mean REAL) problem for ahem..both of Us. Looks like She did some updating here..( sorry for that senti poem guys….don’t think that’s actually me.. though I’m not sure... naaah…besides I don’t think there’s place for another one in this blog [:P]…)
All you Rockers out there, this one’s for Ya’ll( This IS more in ma league..) So I’m not gonna go in the details of what Rock’s all about ( Yeah…if you’ve even got the IQ of a 2 yr old you’ll probably know a lil about what it is). Here in India, the Rock rage is just about catching on. Since India is a land of traditions and conforming with social rules, Rock which was always been the mouthpiece of rebellion, is slowly becoming a huge favorite of the youth who want to break away from any chains binding them.( Ya n besides all those “socio..rubbisho” philosophies it’s darned good music which has lyrics to think on and sounds to completely blow your mind.)
I don’t claim to have loads of knowledge on this subject, but I believe that rock started originating from the time Bob Dylan started penning his liberal and rebellious thoughts on paper. And I also truly believe that Rock is all about being who you are and doing what you like without giving a damn about who says what. Ya so I like parties and people..( Ya …alright but I don’t )…maybe you like to smoke.. maybe she don’t….(no questions asked …no shit said.)
But heyyy… What do we have now.. “Dude( remember how that dumb guy in that movie said it..picture that now), I’m a rocker .. I have to smoke like an oil tanker on fire.. drink like my stomach is a toilet bowl and do them weed, speed …n whatever ”( Well and then I hope he goes n throws up on his bloody guitar..some rocker)
Ya .. some rocker… a lot of the guys I know would just start smoking, doing dope n all because they like the music and want to get into the clique(which is uber cool if it’s the right peeps) . And the rest of them don’t even like the music. It’s like if you gotta be a rocker you gotta do this man.. So what happened to doing what you want to do?
Go anywhere around town and the number of Nirvana T-shirts I see makes me wanna never look at Cobain’s face again in my life. C’mon you don’t have to wear an Iron Maiden T shirt to prove you’re a rock fan. And guys death metal in my opinion is just clanging vessels and a wolf trying to make itself audible from over all that.( You may like it…. but don’t just pretend coz that joker next to told you it’s “in” ..get a life)
I went for the Campus Rock Idols (CRI) competition, of the Pune leg in Feb (they might as well have called it the Campus Growl Idols coz that’s all most of the bands did… the only Rock show I felt like running away from.. {makes a face}).. It gave me a headache. And no one really had any stage presence. They were just trying to ape other better known bands.. ( But people people people… there is a HUGE difference in a fake n the real thing n we ain’t no idiots)
(Gimme a break people stop being wannabes). Another rather amusing aspect is their literary developments( Soon the Ivy league will start granting them PhDs in poetry). They turn poets overnight ( Y'Know rockers are also supposed to be poets…duh{smirks}). Their poems are only about flesh n blood( now don’t you go n think this straight outta the bible… this is the real thing) and biting heads off till blood drips, and I don’t what other gore(..just as long as you keep the blood comin) though they can’t make a correct sentence to save their life.
Really all you so called Rockers out there you really would be way cooler if you stop trying too hard. And think about the Music man(“ Ya like Jack Black said in the move` Rock ain’t about getting loaded and acting like a jerk….’ Although you may do it once in a while but only if you want to – not the wannnabe standing next to you”) In the End it’s gonna be the Music that will set you free.
So until next time … rock on…(..Ta)
Friday, July 20, 2007
Saturday, July 14, 2007
She…
When you look at her you see,
A pretty laughing face
She is but an epitome of pain
When she is in her space
What you see is an ideal girl
Who’s loyal to her kin
While there she suffocates in silence
Digging those manicured nails into her skin
You see her with her blue-eyed boy
A picture of perfection
While her heart longs for so desperately
For that dark, unachievable man
With dreams in her heart she started out
Dreams that have faded to dust
Now she lives in the memories of a make-believe world
Battling an insanity that forever shall last..
When you look at her you see,
A pretty laughing face
She is but an epitome of pain
When she is in her space
What you see is an ideal girl
Who’s loyal to her kin
While there she suffocates in silence
Digging those manicured nails into her skin
You see her with her blue-eyed boy
A picture of perfection
While her heart longs for so desperately
For that dark, unachievable man
With dreams in her heart she started out
Dreams that have faded to dust
Now she lives in the memories of a make-believe world
Battling an insanity that forever shall last..
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
THE CASE OF THE MIND – B(L)OGGLING BLOG
The 50’s brought TV, the 60’s brought Vietnam, the 70s- cannabis, the 80s disco…la la la..the 90s brought the internet and mobile revolution and the 21st century brought forth BLOGS……(ok ok...try to keep things a little shorter without trying to go to Neanderthal )
I have been curious about this blogging phenomenon that has apparently helped obscure writers strike gold worldwide ( and helped some rather well known ones plunge into obscurity). After the initial opinion that it was some techies’ passing phase I realized that it was perhaps one of the best things to happen to people like me who have an addiction to writing ( addiction????... check into writer’s rehab).
The initial formalities completed ( more like hurdles actually... )I felt I should decide on what the subject matter of my first ever blog post should be…….(Pause)…well that took me a little time( ah yes..a month is of course little when you consider just how old the cosmos is…( becomes thoughtful) ) and some serious motivation and I realized that my initial post ought to be about the wonders ( read lamentations) of starting my blog.
My friends have a very high opinion of my linguistic prowess although the less amicable ones would agree that it is after all Too high an opinion. But yet appreciation always converts the most unyielding individuals to docile lovable creatures, who of course might commit the most heinous crimes ( looks like we’re reading too many murder mysteries… but She just started a damn blog)
So in a sense to appease them and to satisfy a nagging conscience ( read very close friend who said She was too lazy to put her considerable talents to use) I had to write.
Now writing has always been a passion and it definitely is something I would have wanted to make a career out of. But at the crucial juncture when I had to choose my destiny I chose ( hold your breath ladies and gentlemen) Engineering (ta da). We’ll let bygones be bygones. In spite of my grumblings and my total incapacity to do well in a beautiful( if wires and microchips are beautiful) field called Electronics and Telecommunication- my apologies to others from the same field, I share your pleasures and your pain- it has definitely honed my writing skills and my creativity. How? Well, somehow creativity just pounces on you, and if ignored shreds your peace of mind into tiny untraceable pieces, when you’re in the middle of your preparatory leave or PL as we fondly call it.
So on the certain occasions that I do give in to the temptations of writing a word or two; during the PL i.e. I can safely admit that it turns out pretty good. At other times, such as now, I have to ponder and ponder and yet the words rarely flow. Even if they do they turn out to be absolute gibberish ( again…such as now ;) )
Now ( hear hear), since I Have started this “damn blog” as She puts it ( that’s me THE LADY IN BRACKETS ) the real task would be to perhaps keep updating it. And considering the regular paucity of ideas in my head ( like water in drought struck areas) it is going to be some work…( for Her lazy hind side).
Good bye until next time, Au revoir and Ta Ta ( and from me... Birla….duh…)
The 50’s brought TV, the 60’s brought Vietnam, the 70s- cannabis, the 80s disco…la la la..the 90s brought the internet and mobile revolution and the 21st century brought forth BLOGS……(ok ok...try to keep things a little shorter without trying to go to Neanderthal )
I have been curious about this blogging phenomenon that has apparently helped obscure writers strike gold worldwide ( and helped some rather well known ones plunge into obscurity). After the initial opinion that it was some techies’ passing phase I realized that it was perhaps one of the best things to happen to people like me who have an addiction to writing ( addiction????... check into writer’s rehab).
The initial formalities completed ( more like hurdles actually... )I felt I should decide on what the subject matter of my first ever blog post should be…….(Pause)…well that took me a little time( ah yes..a month is of course little when you consider just how old the cosmos is…( becomes thoughtful) ) and some serious motivation and I realized that my initial post ought to be about the wonders ( read lamentations) of starting my blog.
My friends have a very high opinion of my linguistic prowess although the less amicable ones would agree that it is after all Too high an opinion. But yet appreciation always converts the most unyielding individuals to docile lovable creatures, who of course might commit the most heinous crimes ( looks like we’re reading too many murder mysteries… but She just started a damn blog)
So in a sense to appease them and to satisfy a nagging conscience ( read very close friend who said She was too lazy to put her considerable talents to use) I had to write.
Now writing has always been a passion and it definitely is something I would have wanted to make a career out of. But at the crucial juncture when I had to choose my destiny I chose ( hold your breath ladies and gentlemen) Engineering (ta da). We’ll let bygones be bygones. In spite of my grumblings and my total incapacity to do well in a beautiful( if wires and microchips are beautiful) field called Electronics and Telecommunication- my apologies to others from the same field, I share your pleasures and your pain- it has definitely honed my writing skills and my creativity. How? Well, somehow creativity just pounces on you, and if ignored shreds your peace of mind into tiny untraceable pieces, when you’re in the middle of your preparatory leave or PL as we fondly call it.
So on the certain occasions that I do give in to the temptations of writing a word or two; during the PL i.e. I can safely admit that it turns out pretty good. At other times, such as now, I have to ponder and ponder and yet the words rarely flow. Even if they do they turn out to be absolute gibberish ( again…such as now ;) )
Now ( hear hear), since I Have started this “damn blog” as She puts it ( that’s me THE LADY IN BRACKETS ) the real task would be to perhaps keep updating it. And considering the regular paucity of ideas in my head ( like water in drought struck areas) it is going to be some work…( for Her lazy hind side).
Good bye until next time, Au revoir and Ta Ta ( and from me... Birla….duh…)
BREAKDOWN OF THE BICAMERAL MIND
“Lasciate Ogni Speranza Voi Ch’ Entrant”
[ Abandon all hope ye who enter here]
- Dante
And finally….I am here. There were others and there are others…but all in me. I bring to you the good and the evil, the happy and the sad, the hopeful and the cynic, the beauty and the beast…
At last I bring to you, all that is ME..
I sure hope you will excuse the snide remarks made by my alter ego…who, not unlike me has little better to do
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