Ratssssssssssssssss

"And a word for Rat, that you think suits it the best"... "Focused", pat came the answer from CHOMU...

Which made me realize... Ah time to write a good for nothin useful post to help you (Right now only me... the reader) a food (cheese i heard??).... naaah.... too weird... but nevertheless... for thought...



So the point is man evolved only to get behind the rat in the rat race.... Okie... The point is... But before the point... How many of you have seen a bird wake up early in the morning to sit and glare or as to what you thinkers (intellectuals?? Rachel??) might deem it to be "observe" (yea you wish) humans... So the point (finally... naah not quite so)is.... Stop being a wannabe, me nature lover sitting and glaring at birds or squirrels, and instead work.... Okie now this post is going nowhere.... So another question... How many of you esteemed readers (I am trying to be nice :-D) have seen a bird (or a squirrel... jeez these squirrel unions want parity in everything)blog about humans... Baah still nowhere...



So if evolution was Darwins gift... And he got it by observing nature... Which includes birds... The birds felt no great deal about being observed... Rather they ignored Darwin and still hunted for food... And Darwin for a weird theory.... So the point is... If I am evolved enough I shouldn spare any spare time and work... Take :-Puppet for example.. When having spare time... He is either on fellytone (:-) with ummm... he.. he.. he) or oozing out crap on justanotherpuppet.blogspot.com or drinking tea.. So thats his contribution...



The only thing tht may remotely be considered and referred to as work which involves birds is... If you are killing them by biting their heads off.. Like (okie raise your hands who didn see this coming!!) Ozzy (OZZY RULZ!!!).. okie Jimmy put your hands down... And stop being an embarrassment to all of us...

Besides being very focused Ozzy(OZZY RULZ!!!!)is a very very ultra "no dude i wont give up no mater what you shove up my ass" man.... Ozzy (OZZY RULZ!!!) recently got his driving license at the ripe age of 60 on his 19th attempt.... see what I mean... And Ozzy said... "For the first time in my life I'm legal to drive - so watch out."... Sigh... If only humans could be more like Ozzy...

Man Down

Okay am not sure if I should be writing this addressing to an audience... Cause as hopeful as I am and well optimist too, I no longer have much of an audience... Just few comrades who well are faithful cause am too...

Anywho... I give a fuck (and want one too)... So yes... To the members in the audience...

Well the point is would you believe it?? Cause I can't.... The bug (or as the Bolly dolls call it the scorpion (bichua)) has left its sting... Things no longer are the same...

Sigh... Yup... As helpless as I was before.. Being the Puppet... DUH!!!! I now am hopelessly (and no the optimist shit doesn't work all well here....) helpless...

So well... Shock it was for someone... But places are no longer like "just another place" for the just another puppet... See the point is I can handle anything... :-D.. Smart am I not?? But :-Puppet has a blog to write and a verbal diarrhoea to maintain... Which is becoming increasingly difficult... So Puppet fights back and lands a punch...

So what you read now is a gutter war of words... And well all you get is shit... SHIT



I dont know why or what am I writing any more (although no change in stance there... Never knew)... But I now know what I am doing in life... Cause everythin seems to have a "meaning" (Can't resist this one... I got a new Oxford dictionary and just cant stop me from showing off... Though its a bit of a pain to carry it everywhere, especially the loo)... Its destiny she said...

Ozzy Said....

Ma

Alright before you read this next shit, please play the video attached. Why you ask? My please wasn't good enough for you.. Eh?? For those from the inquisitive lot the answer is..

1. Retard, play it first. And then pause it, let it buffer up

2. I said please.

3. Because Ozzy (OZZY RULZ!!!)always knows what to say and how to say it best.

4. Well the reading I guess deserves a background score. I wish life too had one. Actually I wish life was a musical, everyone just breaking into a song on each and every occasion. But thats a separate issue to blog about.

So play the video and put the left ear plug in your left ear and right ear plug in the right and read on. Simpler still put on the speakers.

And well this is not an order, neither is this an advice, but just a suggestion (See constant critic i found a way of not advising people when they don't ask for it.. I suggest.. Words.. Their correct usage.. Sigh.. I am becoming a conformist...Aaaaaaarrrggh...)

Mama, I'm coming home.... Oh yea.. The shit doesn't end here... There is more below the video... READ IT... Now its an order.... READ IT...



Ma.. I need you.. Its just that whenever I need to sit with you and say nothing, because you understand my silences better than my words, you always make me do chores.. Sigh... I don't wanna do them...

May be you are right and I should listen to you more.. Even if it means binding myself in chains, not of my liking. And yeah, may be you are right, may be I shouldn't talk to strangers. You are scared for me more than I am for me. But we are.

I can tell this here because I know you will never read this. Partly because you are always misplacing your glasses when I need you to read something. But mostly because you don't know that such a space exists where your son scribbles.

See this way I can promise you something without you knowing about it. That way I hurt you less. See now I didn't promise you anything to break it.

Iron Maiden

I saw strength today.. It was visible in its evidence.. Yet she was humble.. Not at all proud of her power.. In fact she seemed embarrassed at how uncomfortable her strength was for people around her.. So she shied away from all the stares..

I'll always envy you.. Your strength is natural, mine is artificial...

You'll be strong forever.. But I've my days of weakness when I've to force me to be tenacious.. To hold on..

What Mirrors Don't Tell

Hey you, Don't tell me that I matter
When I don't
Nothin I do would change
Nothin now, when there is no then.

How do I live in the present?
When I repent now what I did then?
And the repentance I will repent then
Nothin I can change now

How do I live in now?
When all I do will be tomorrow
And what I did yesterday am now
Not too good... Eh??

Am not the center of the universe
Accept that there ain't a universe
Him satisfied makes you happy
He satisfies you, to make him happy

May be there is an escape now
May be he opens the door where there is none
You walk through none
You trip on none, yet fall on your face

Do I take me anywhere from here?

Too Bad......

Point

I don't see a point in living
Neither do I see one in dying.
Where is the strength with which I fought
What am I fighting?

I don't see a point in fooling myself any more
When I have others to fool me
Where is the glitter that I dream?
The one that I delude myself with

I don't see a point in staying awake
Am I not asleep now?
Long since I had a dream
None ever met any reality either

I don't see a point in talking
When I don't talk what I actually can
There is none to speak to either
My words silenced under others wants

I can't see anything beyond this point
Where am I looking?
All around I only find me
Is there anyone else?

Not giving in is not the point any more
When all that I wished was ripped away
The me that I knew has got to go now
Am I sure I can live with the vicar me?

Doing it to a T

Staring blankly ahead you think
Glaring into emptiness am I?
But I catch you out of the corner
Strangers we are... Are we??

You like it this way... Don't you?
Trying to arrest me in a stare
I hankered your caress then
I don't care enough to reveal if I care now

"Are we lost?"
Is that what you brood,
when you breathe that sigh?
I die now, you hope?

Not with you, but am at war with me
One way or the other I lose
"Where's my cheer?"
But misery is what I treasure

As much as you try to escape
I still follow your prints
Where would you hide my darling?
You will answer my eyes whenever

Will I be free of your spell
when I have you?
Are you scared of not being pursued then?
Or will you continue to haunt me under a new mask?

Chains of Freedom

Here I am in chains...
Some of my liking... Others not...
But all of my making....

I don't wanna be free...
Don't try to help or pity me....
I want to be in chains....

Yes you hold the keys...
But don't try them on me...
Penance?? You ask... Ha... Not my choice....

They ain't demons nor angels...
I am not here to point them...
Let them be.... And they will spare me too......

Its easy for me here....
Prisoner of my limitations...
I term my mediocracy... Being Human

Does freedom exist???
It does... freedom to choose your chains... None else...
I am tied in mine... You.. restricted by the chains of freedom....

I wanted to be the prisoner of your eyes then...
You closed them on me....
Now you got the chain... But I want not....

Let me be buried in my shell...
I don't want light....
Just waiting for the time.... Scribbling my writin on the wall...

Prisoner of my own mind...
Puppet I call me...
Smilin n takin it... Aren't you irritated yet??

Umeed

Ab chhor de mera saath ae umeed..
Baaki sab bhi to chale gaye..
Yeh kaisi wafa, ae umeed??
Tu hi to hai jo har baar yeh dil todti hai...

Sawaal

Itni khafa kyun hui tu zindagi
jab maine waqt se pehle kuch sawaal kiye??
Ki jab khuda ka taie waqt aaya
is berukhi se tune jawaab diye??

main zindagi nahi, zindagi mujhe ji rahi hai
pal pal jine ki chaah chheen rahi hai

ae dil - e - naadan kab tu samjhega?

khair zindagi tujh se kya main karoon shikayat?
is dil par hi jab mera koi zor nahi hai

Thank God

One Clear Rain... Settles all the Dust

Eddie Knows Best...

If you cant get Peace..... Get Piece

What Puppet Doesn't Get???

Ya.... But that doesn't mean you'll get them too... Try though...

1. Why does Clapton, Harrison (Hippie Shit), Springsteen and Knopfler who write probably the best love songs end up being married, divorced, married and then again divorced innumerable times (While you read this... There may be another divorce happening), while Ozzy (OZZY RULZ!!!), Mustaine, Dickinson, Hetfield, Murray, Adrian Smith and the rest end up happily married???

2. Why do they call Rocky 4 a movie, when its a plain musical?? And why do they try to show Clubber Lang as villian in Rocky 3 when he is just a hungry guy??

3. How did Elvis who broke so many hearts... End up with a broken heart???

4. Ronnie James Dio is one of the greatest singer.. EVER.. But he somehow never fits in a band... Why??

Theory of Evolution.... Evolves....

Firstly... YAWN... Ya now that all you smartasses are done with your crap... This aint what you think... Well almost... Bible (ooops sorry Holy Bible... The Holy Bible) makes us believe that Adam n Eve had a lotta sex n their children had lotta unsafe sex amongst themselves and well that just makes us all a bunch of freaks... That we are... Right Pope I have a very limited understanding... We'll just bury this here... Eddie... Work for you...



Well i say Charlie boy's Theory of Evolution is the only way.... I mean what better evidence than the fact that most of the covers are better than the originals.... Wellllll... Ya!!! Beg as you may to differ or otherwise.... I'll let the Megadeth's version of Paranoid do all the talkin... And now you know it aint all that boring after all... Well almost... Its the way you look at it... I mean Iommi may have never dreamt that someone could take his creation to such a new level... Different emotions altogether... Ozzy's voice crying out helplssness... And well Mustaine's angst... Thats what covers are meant to be... Someones elses song your emotion...And well m sure the cover of "These Boots are Meant for Walkin" by the same band must have made Nancy Sinatra wet in her pants... You still alive Nancy baby?? And well there is Diamonds and Rust by Priest... Just precise......




And well yes the Theory of Natural Selection does help in killin off the unwanted stuff... I mean with the exception of Metallica almost all the bands who cover pathetically die off their very natural death which ofcourse is pathetic... Nature is very cruel... So why shouldn't I be too... Cruelty is the only way theory of evolutio works for me....



And Metallica covers very very bad... I mean its like we'll take the song, play it as it is under our name and come out with a new album.... Tuesday's Gone... I mean wtf was tht.... And Astronomy?? Retards... Now you know you shouldn't have kicked off Mustaine... He covers very very welll... Ya Ulrich boy your views on pirated music really piss me off... I mean why not let us download for free... Sell Out!!!... Oh well I am one too...Yeah... So you let me download n we'll see that nobody else does...

But I guess there are some originals which cannot be taken above their level... Like Eddie's Eruption... I just cannot get over the song... I got hold of this video of his on the net when I was tryin to see if the spelling of arpeggios that I had written to Rahul in mail was correct(He refuses to use the more real time chats... Classic piece of Rock Shit) or not (For the record I had the spelling right... Haw... Mortals... And well some of you who think that I dont have real friends... Well I do... In thick flesh, skin and blood (BLOOD... BLOOD.... BLOOD).... Who burn their lungs and hearts... The formal with cigs and the latter with love...) So here's Eddie Boy.....

Dio said...

Ya I know... But I'll not say anythin except... Did anyone actually miss me??... Well ya Balls to you I didnt miss ya either....

Anywho....



They Said: "The monster is killing the priest??"

He said (Dio.... Duh!!!): "Appearances are misleading and it could just as easily be a priest killing a monster."

Ya well I'd say CRAP!!! Appearances... Presence... All can be misleading though...

In past few months all has been very foggy... Ya exactly... Foggy... Like Misty Mountain Top (ZEPPELIN \m/).... There has been a problem in recognising whats real n whats not...

It wouldn have been a problem... Frankly I care shit... But when the imagination makes you realise that probably there exists a reality... And if I want... No rather... I should live up to it or to quote some wise guys "face it"...

I beg to differ though.... I cant spot the difference... Except for the touch probably... But if the mind makes you believe that you can touch the "imaginary" too I dont see the problem.... But I guess my imagination does...

That has always been my problem... I dont have a problem in any situation... The situations though tend to run away... They have a problem with me.... Sigh...

The problem is reality bites imaginaion... And imagination bites me... I would like to stay in dreams though... They are like a very nice rock shit... Mostly guitar... Not necessarily blues.... But very nice... Long.... with change in tempo... And yea... FRET TAPPING... Where would we be without you Eddie..... (Ya both of 'em)