Just Another Puppet

2012-01-19T14:19:00.003+05:30

I am just another case of arrested development.
I am just another wasted youth.

A wasted youth is better by far than a wise and productive old age....

--Meatloaf

True.. True..

2011-12-06T10:11:00.003+05:30

दिन ढल जाये

रात ना जाये
तू तो आये तेरी
याद सताए

2011-11-22T11:20:00.002+05:30

James Cole: Look at them. They're just asking for it. Maybe the human race deserves to be wiped out.

Jeffrey Goines: Wiping out the human race? That's a great idea. That's great. But more of a long-term thing. I mean, first we have to focus on more immediate goals.

--12 Monkeys

11-11-11

2011-11-14T10:30:00.007+05:30

And its happening all over again...

33 Fuckin long years... But its happening...

Host: My question is, when you think back and remember when you guys played here some 40 odd years ago, opening for Alice Cooper.. Any specific memories from that night?

Iommi: Yea.. we didn't open for Alice Cooper... LOL

U SUCK

2011-11-04T10:21:00.002+05:30

Metallica, don't ever come back to Delhi.. You SUCK..
If you do, I will break your head and you wouldn be able to duck..

My rhyming sucks.. I always knew...
After all it was inspired by you..

I never wanted to go there in the first place..
But never had a choice as Maiden and Priest wouldn grace..

You thought you were supercool and superbad..
But really you are the worst band my playlist ever had...

And no you are not heavy

2011-10-08T15:39:00.002+05:30

"Beta sattle ho ja... sattle ho ja".. For fuck's sake its settle not sattle

2011-09-26T22:49:00.002+05:30

एक वोह भी समय था जब समय को तुम्हारे बारे में पता नहीं था,
एक यह भी समय है जब तुम्हारे साथ हूँ तो समय का पता नहीं चलता।
आगे का समय क्या लायेगा इसकी हमें फ़िक्र नहीं है,
हैरानी तो यह है की ऐसा भी समय था जब तुम हमारे ख्यालों में ना थे..

2011-09-23T14:59:00.002+05:30

कुछ ऐसे भी ग़म हैं ज़माने में जो मधुशाला में नहीं मिटाए जाते,
कुछ ऐसे भी ग़म हैं ज़माने में जो दिल को जला के नहीं बुझाये जाते।
यह तो वोह ग़म है जो महबूब की मुस्कुराहट में कहीं खो जाते हैं,
मुस्कुराओ तो सही जान, यहाँ ग़म से मन भरा जा रहा है॥

2011-09-22T10:17:00.003+05:30

ऐसी चीज़ों का फरक, बहुत पहले पड़ना बंद हो गया
इस दिल ने भी सब कुछ महसूस करना कब का छोर दिया
कमबख्त यह सांसें हैं जो बंद होने का नाम नहीं लेती
वरना हमने तो जीना कब का छोर दिया

Baba

2011-09-05T22:36:00.001+05:30

Black sheep of the Family???? Better smokin pot then.... Become a Baba.... Baba Black Sheep... \m/

That nursery rhyme wanted me to be a drug dealer..... me.... baba.... wool.... grass...... i the master..... u the dame..... n frank the junkie who will buy the junk will go down the drain.....

Opportunity

2011-06-14T22:15:00.003+05:30

Some piece of your shit to gimme the other peace....

Hey Shorty

2011-06-12T21:48:00.002+05:30

God - Too short a word, to answer all your prayers and solve all your problems.

Fuck - Too short a word to use it when your problems are not solved, and problems fuck your life

Life - Too short a word to get and live too.. Die young

Death - Too short a word to end it all.. But still its longer than life... 'cause it makes you fuckin wait

AIDS - Too short a word to make it all too short

Sex - Too short a word to get closest to God not AIDS fucker.. and enjoy too

Enjoy - Too short a word to do.. It ends before it started

Start - Too short a word... But longer than the End...

G - Got
O -Only
D - Dick..... to FUCK YOU............... Naaaah... You aint that important... You take me too seriously... Atleast someone did......

Fuck You

2011-06-12T21:19:00.008+05:30

The Mirror: Yeah, fuck you, too. Fuck *me*? Fuck *you*.

Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it.

Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back.

Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car - get a fucking job!

Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. SLOW THE FUCK DOWN!

Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped-up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35.

Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English?

Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from!

Fuck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds!

Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gekko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for FUCKING LIFE! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Worldcom!

Fuck the Puerto Ricans. Twenty to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city.

And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, 'cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good.

Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging their Jason Giambi Louisville Slugger baseball bats, trying to audition for "The Sopranos."

Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermès scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart!

Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take five steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on!

Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus-violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust!

Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants.

Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil.

And while you're at it, fuck J.C.! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin' Otisville, J.!

Fuck Osama Bin Laden, al-Qaeda, and backward-ass cave-dwelling fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fuel fire in hell. You towel-headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass!

Fuck Jacob Elinsky. Whining malcontent.

Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass.

Fuck Naturelle Riviera, I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back, sold me up the river, fucking bitch.

Fuck my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar sipping on club sodas, selling whisky to firemen, and cheering the Bronx Bombers.

Fuck this whole city and everyone in it. From the row-houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue, from the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in Park Slope to the split-levels in Staten Island. Let an earthquake crumble it, let the fires rage, let it burn to fucking ash and then let the waters rise and submerge this whole rat-infested place.

The Reality: No. No, fuck you, Montgomery Brogan. You had it all, and you threw it away, you *dumb* *fuck*!
---25th Hour

Shadow Puppets.....

2011-04-25T22:28:00.004+05:30

A shadow whispered to me the other night
"How is it that you are here when nothing else is?" asked I
I thought darkness had found me the loneliness
No shadows to follow me too

"I'm not from now, I'm from the past.
Lurking on behind you,
Whispering to you when you cant see what hit you", whispered the shadow.

"How could I say when are you from, it is dark now as it was then.", whispered back I

"You can't get away from me.
I am a result of you then
Darkness only means its me all around..
Shadows of your past into a darkened future..."

"What you call a ray of hope
Is just a glimpse of me
That I am right there behind you
Waiting to pounce and darken it all again........."

"I will not run away from you", whispered I
"You are me, as I am you...
A reminder of what I should have changed...
Light will not put an end to you...
An end of me will..........."

Sea The Drop

2011-04-19T01:02:00.005+05:30

Drop doesn't know it as yet...
It will be sea...
But drop also doesn't know that its a drop and there is a sea....
Would it believe me if I told it?

And the drops that knew...
Also would know when they are left behind....
When they could have been sea....
Forgotten... Missed... Alone... a mere drop....

But the drop who knows, doesn't know
The sea misses the drop which could have been the sea
Sea knows... Drop is the sea......
Shhhh... Drop it... Let the drop not know

2011-03-20T12:20:00.004+05:30

Waking every morning to shit.
Where is the Sun, asked he
Looking down on the ground he moves
The routine he so despised now follows him
And it will till his pyre.

On the road less traveled he got lost
But he stayed on far too long
The tracks are covered now
He wants to turn back now
But there will be no one waiting for him at the crossroads.

Small is what he should have dreamt
Small is so big to dream about
He wants to unlearn now and be an ignorant fool
He searches for what he left, to find happiness
Can he find it now what he couldn't then?

He will make it back to the crossroads now
And choose not to choose
Sit down at the crossroads, his head hidden in his lap
Till his end comes and whispers in his ear
You no longer have to choose.

8 wins over 4

2011-03-19T13:28:00.002+05:30

No matter what the conformists say... 8 is way better than 4 in IV..... I rest my case... I win... Bollocks....

Nobody Started the Fire

2011-02-04T13:54:00.007+05:30

But it will burn.

STOP AIRING THE FIRE

2011-01-23T23:30:00.004+05:30

I am so nuts that I feel like breaking some nuts...
Save your balls you are next...
Dont take this away from me...
Cause I swear its been quiet for quite a while...
If it wakes up now...
It'll burn anything and everything that touches it...
You ought to be happy that there I found something to calm it down...
You ought to have been happy that I am not flipping you anymore...
But you poor little twat wouldn budge...
You have no idea that you are playing with fire...
Will do soon though...
But naah you wouldn you burnt piece of toad shit...

I am seeing the other way, walking the other road
But you want to follow me and cross me
Cut me one more time n I'll cut you into as many pieces as the seeds you are made up off..
Get on another nerve of mine and you'll not be left with toes to stand on
I've had just about enough of your existence, if you exist
Dont make me come up their and break thy bollocks

__|__

STOP AIRING THE FIRE

Who Me????????

2010-11-05T23:58:00.004+05:30

"Back Again??", I asks me

"Did I miss me??", me enquires.

"Not really...."

"Did me miss I then??"

Me reciprocates. Me n I dont get along. Implying tht I n me too dont. Talkin like this I prove yet again tht am a wannabe. Notice here I accuses me. So should me retaliate??

"Have I changed??", I asked me...

"The lines on your palm change when you stay away for too long...", replied me...

"Would it mean I am luckier now... than what I was then??"

"It only means that the lines change but not the palm...."

"Me is still capable of the crap", said I.

"Me is I and I is me"

"Then who am I"

"Bungko... Thats wht the post was...."

Am I gonna stay on now?? or was it me??

I n me dont decide tht....

Puppet was the mask then....

And Puppet still stays on....

Just that the master has changed................

Ratssssssssssssssss

2009-10-28T20:36:00.007+05:30

"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

2009-09-23T12:17:00.009+05:30

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....

2009-08-25T09:35:00.005+05:30

2009-08-09T16:49:00.004+05:30

Ma

2009-07-30T13:23:00.007+05:30

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

2009-07-08T13:18:00.005+05:30

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

2009-06-26T22:03:00.007+05:30

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......

2009-06-26T18:49:00.001+05:30

Point

2009-06-22T14:46:00.006+05:30

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

2009-06-20T19:32:00.013+05:30

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

2009-06-14T22:10:00.008+05:30

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

2009-05-08T10:39:00.003+05:30

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

2009-05-08T10:36:00.003+05:30

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??

2009-05-06T18:19:00.005+05:30

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

2009-05-04T18:56:00.001+05:30

One Clear Rain... Settles all the Dust

2009-05-04T18:42:00.003+05:30

Eddie Knows Best...

2009-05-04T18:33:00.001+05:30

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

2009-05-04T14:56:00.004+05:30

What Puppet Doesn't Get???

2009-05-02T14:50:00.008+05:30

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....

2009-04-26T17:54:00.013+05:30

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...

2009-04-21T11:52:00.007+05:30

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)

Nostalgia

2008-09-19T11:34:00.012+05:30

Its been so long a search...
Earlier I used to fall on something or the other to serve as a filler...
But now, NO..
Now I have become the filler...

Yellow light.. White light...
One accomodates darkness...
Other kills it..
I run away from the rest of the world..
I run to me...
Trouble is who do I run to...
When I run away from me???
Its interesting as to how many days one can go without speaking..
Speaking mind you, not talking..
Talking still goes on always...
My shoulder wants to be pained..

Sun setting in the distance..
It aint night...
And it aint day either..
Large field... Endless field..
A wall around it...
Trying to hide it from the rest of the world...
I discovered it..
I did, but I didnt go in there...
Smoke takes away my view...
Wearing the inside out thats what it brings in front of my eyes...
Or rather wearing the inside out gets that in front of my eyes....

Marooned however takes me to the morning...
A morning that arrived without sleeping...
I shouldn't be there..
Morning can't be there without sleeping...
Sun now shining shamelessly on the yellow grass...
The grass is tall, in a marsh and it is still yellow...
Indiviuality??? :-P....
The fresh air smells different...
I know that because it doesn't smell stale...
I think I am certain....
Is the grass yellow or is the sun playing with me??

I think of yellow light in white light...
I dream in black & white but think in color....
The lamp hanging with its head bowed down.... YELLOW LIGHT....
Me lying down...
Wearing the inside out playing... All night long...
Yet another morning without sleeping....

:-Puppet's own::-P... NOT

Puppet's Dad: "Whether you like it or not, you have to mature... Age is catching up with you"

Puppet: ROFL....

Sigh...

2008-09-16T11:49:00.009+05:30

Work :-P

2008-09-08T15:04:00.020+05:30

Okay its probably because Fairy doesn't like me all that much, or may be that I am cute (I am) that she thought it appropriate to tag me... Like I am 10 year old (only mentally)... So anywho... She is nice to me at times so I work, despite the fact that I don't like working.... Plus this one lets me put up some pictures so yay.....

Now I will just copy the crappy rules from her post... RULES.... RULES... They gotta have rules for everything...

* For the 20 questions that have been asked, write down your honest answer (in a word or two).
* Type your answers, one by one, on an exactly-as-written-on-paper basis, in the search bar of any image search engine that you prefer (Flickr / Google Image Search etc.).
* You MUST use the same search engine for all 20 answers.
* For every answer, only from the FIRST page of the search result, save exactly ONE image.
* Once you have a list of 20 images, each corresponding to one answer, compose a post in line with this post that you are reading right now.

Phew... That was easy... And now the source...Google Image Search... Go ahead test me... Just check if I cheated (which I of course did)

And hey I wont tag anyone...

A. I dont have anyone to tag to...

B. This must end with me... It must die with me....

1. My Age:

Eighteen because of Alice Cooper

2. I am passionate about:

New Wave of British Heavy Metal

3. My favorite place:

Horse Headed Nebula

4. I have a thing for:

Chicks who walk well

5. My comfort zone:

Woodstock 69

6. My favorite animal:

Bitches

7. My kinda art:

Art of War

8. The town where I was brought up:

in shifted

9. The town where I live:

Downtown

10. A past pet:

Just Another Bitch

11. A past love:

Fender Flying V

12. Current love:

Mind Fuck

13. Best Friends Nickname:

Hippie

14. I want:

to break free

15. Screen Name:

Puppet Baby Yeah

16. A Bad Habit:

Being Sane

17. A dream:

To Take over the World

18. First Job:

Genocide

19. I miss:

Sleeping Long Hours

20. What am I doing right now?

Not Having Tea

Phew... Wow... And yes I have absolutely no work today.

Ok Ok fine...

Post Script: I tag...

Ginny, Vamsee, Ans( Heres an opportunity for your first post).. And I guess thats it... Take my advice dont do it... Its a painful exercise....

What the F(J)udge

2008-08-29T11:28:00.014+05:30

Firstly... CLAP... CLAP... CLAP.... Yup the series has continued... We have a sequel... Not that very many ppl are reading it nowadays... But that doesnt mean I should stop... I am inviting ppl from a lotta places to read it....

Hmmm... Now... the topic... Judgement... Not Judgement Day the Song by WhiteSnake (DUH!!).... I realised somethin talkin to someone the some other day that by judging one actually ends up as being judged... Yup.... When I judge and I make my judgement aloud I tell ppl about my boundaries... I tell 'em whats cool for me and whats Hippie for me.... So that way people will know what I am made of and hence they can do stuff that really pisses me off.... Soooooooooo... Judge but dont make your judgement public.... Oooooooor... Fake your judgement.... Say crap... Or write (As in my case)....

"You are watching MTV.. The cool brain washing 12 year old younger station, that hides behind a slick image. We are so cool that we decide whats cool. And now MTV news that is single handedly dumbing down our country.. Which is cool.."

-- Adapted from Southpark Episode 404 (Timmy)... TIMMY!!!!

I realised how poor judges adults are.. I mean seriously... Children below 10 years of age are so damn cool... They just dont judge... I mean they do judge but none of it is their own... But a judgement they overheard an adult makin... And with the passage of time they start thinking it as one of their own thought (Please note Not judgement)... Sigh poor kids...

The worse judgement I have seen adults make uptil now.. Since the time I conceived the idea of this post i.e. yesterday evening (Night actually) is about Eddie (Not the fret tapping maestro... DUH!!! This time its Edward the Great... Iron Maiden mascot.... Phew I have to explain everything to you dumbfucks).... I mean they consider him evil and devil and kinda shit... Someone told me he is a blood sucking monster... Yea like fuck.... I mean for Peats sake the poor guy is a vegetarian... I mean just look at his teeth in any God damn pic.... They are all cow teeth... I mean no sharp dentures.... He is just a guy (A freak to be precise) who has just had a bad day and is really pissed off...And would just like to take over the world like all vegetarians, like Adolf boy himself... So stop fucking judging him.... I am sure Dirty Chadha couldnt agree with me more (And if you are reading this... Please comment... We cant let my popularity go down can we??)

:-Puppet's Own::-P
Optimism dies a slow death... Pessimism gets a slow birth... All with the help of realism... Pessimism is a leech (parasite whatever) who lives and sucks on the blood of optimism... As Yossarian would have put it... Very much like Cancers....

Puppet Preaches: The Series : Part 1

2008-08-27T11:51:00.022+05:30

Yup.. Talkin to Fairy the other day and being asked to advice on two of her problems, one minor and other major (Ok stop jumping around I will tell you only about the major problem. Her UPS was giving her trouble... I was like what the??? It is pretty serious... How would she ever listen to Alice Cooper without that)... I realised that Puppet could or rather should preach... And here is the humble me and his humble solutions all thanks to you Fairy (i.e. if you are reading this).... Also, the latest fad is Alice Cooper, all thanks to CHOMU and his incredible powers to download incredible songs which are incredibly audible.... So being very predictable I state Schools out for Summer so someone has to save the day.... So Puppet preaches... Lets hope this series survives.... Phew.....

Problem: What to do when on a lazy summer afternoon your mind, on which you have absolutely no control, takes you to the previous crossroads? And then it pops up the question as to how different would have been things if you would have taken the turn instead of driving straight?? Nostalgia and mind starts enjoying a great orgy....

Solution: When faced with such a solution... Use protection...Also I realised one of these two things work incredibly well (Wow I just cant get the word outta my head)... Anywho.... So the point is that I for one was able to experience both of them one after the other... Yup..Incredible(Again predictable)... The things are:

1. Get a nail cutter and cut your toe nails... I would have used it to cut my finger nails as well... (Yea you wish)... All thanks to my incredibly powerful mind and equally incredible teeth that I bit them all... So anywho... It helps you A. In cleaning up overgrown and dirty stuff... B. In getting off with the exra load ....LIGHT.... and C.in not getting hurt... Those things can hurt badly... So wear shoes...

Wow my writing skills are getting worse day by day... Not getting demoralised we move to the next solution..

2. Listen to Walk this Way by AeroSmith followed by Get off my Cloud by Stones... Yup please note that the sequence has to be precisely the same.... You realise the question deeply... Had Steven Tyler not gone to that Stones concert would there have been any Aerosmith at all...ANY .... Or without Sabbath would there have been any Heavy Metal or any Alice Cooper??.... Or the biggest question of them all.... Would any of this... ANY... would have had been possible without The Beatles (Hippie SHit) or even more the King himself???

The answer to all the question comes from these two songs.... And that is NO... Because there was no other way.... There was no turn... You THINK (as unbelivable as it may sound)that there was a turn... I told ya that you were stupid and your mind... Incredibly powerful..... Anywho... All of the crap cut and we have a very messy knife.... The point is eventhough Aerosmith may be called the Stones of the US but still they are the biggest Rock n' Roll band ever produced by US... A feat that Stones couldn get in the Brit Isles... (They have Beatles (Hippie Shit)).. But both of them are like top of the league... Dinosaur Rock they call them.... So the point is do not discriminate... Listen to both Aerosmith and Stones....

Phew... Wow that was one preaching... I will like to call it a discourse.... So anywho... Just for the record... I never had the feeling.... Its just that I needed to write something completly stupid and useless as usual... Or as MadMan would suggest to post some more pictures... That reminds me I need to put them up... So until next time of this series.....\m/

:-Puppet's own:::-P
If you are predictable, then being predictable is of course predictable.... But if you are unpredictable.. Then isnt being always unpredictatble... Predictable??? So you have to balance between being predictable and being unpredictable.... BALANCE

Get Real.... NOT

2008-08-20T12:37:00.018+05:30

Realism sucks. It sucks big time. I mean realism isnt even real. Its like more unrealistic and illusional than anything. Realism is also very very pessimistic. No?? Well it is more pessimistic than dream world. Dreams are more optimistic. Its realism that shatters them. All the while.. Totally.. So this way realism is actually the villian. Who just cant see dreams flourish... Jealous bitch....

If only I could have had a dime everytime someone told me to be realistic. No I couldnt have a dime... That would be very "UNrealistic"... They go on like... Be realistic man... Why would anyone wanna give you a dime... Gee man...Get a life... (Why do I sound like Ozzy in my head??? Actually NOT... I said two sentences without using the F* word...)...See it sucks out the life outta every God damn thing... Right GOD..... Now thats realistic.... Suckers.... Everything that glitters isn't gold... Yea like Fuck...Ozzy in the making???? Gee Shucks....

I am not gonna go on, as to what you would expect, into preaching as to how anything that has not been tried doesnt mean it is not possible kinda shit. Because that would be something that you would be expecting me to do. I am pretty unpredictable, get used to the idea... That was so lame btw.... Man it was totally weak.... Anywho...

Its realism that broke up the Beatles.... Hippie Shit.... And Sabbath.... Thats its nature, to destroy... Get unreal man... Get unreal....

And yea Ozzy Osbourne will be knighted... No matter what they or CHOMU says.... OZZY \m/... To be... Sir Ozzy Osbourne.... My Votes for Ozzy... Ozzy for President....Yeah... Dont fucking real me..... OZZY RULZ!!!!!!

CHOMU's Birthday....btw....... YAY...........

GREAT.... Britain

2008-08-18T12:02:00.017+05:30

I always thought he (OZZY DUH!!! Btw the mouse in the pic is totally pissed off..), was the last best thing I will hear from the British Isles for a very very VERY long time. I mean rarely can anything beat his biting the head of a live bat, at a live show, in front of live audience... I mean what the fuck??? In front of a LIVE audience... Dude, you are still cool without showing off...Hmmmph.... Here in the pic he does a redo with a poor helpless puppet (I tried and tried for a whole two minutes but couldn't find his biting the head of a bat pic)... Sigh all puppets are helpless at the hands of OZZY... OZZY rocks totally btw..\m/... Beg as you may and as much, to differ, or otherwise but I simply say HuH?? Btw his bitin the head off Kenny totally kicked ass as well..... Although I am not too sure as to why he (Ozzy DUH!!!) keeps biting everyones/everythings head off.... Anywho....

But leaving aside all that I finally found something or rather someone to top OZZY.. Yup meet Nils Olav.. The Brits have done it... They have knighted a penguin... A PENGUIN.. WTF??? So Nils Olav... Oooops sorry for my ignorance... SIR Nils Olav... here in the pics inspects the guard of honour..See how in the second pic he closely and minutely inspects the guards..... Beat that.... Hippies....

Nah... That was totally weak... No matter what... OZZY RULZ... No fucking, guard of honor inspecting, moving his ass like a penguin Sir Nils Fucking Olav can be any where close.... No way...

Black & White

2008-07-31T17:19:00.017+05:30

Sleepless nights is an under-estimated thing. Its been a while now.. But it is always them, or rather her... Never hurting me, but always there.. Once in a bath tub, once on a dark, many - a - times walked upon, street, another time eating a friend (Atleast thats what I think he was, cause I wouldn't go out on walks with non- friends, especially if they are guys).. Once took my brother on a ride (I told you CHOMU... Drop the fucking rope.... Nooooooooooooo....)... But always there... Thats my thing I guess.. I always get snakes in my dreams... Always...

Its not that I dream all that often but whenever be the case they are always there... Hisssssing there way, I dont know why???... My Ma thinks that it is because I suffer from atheism, that the GODS have become angry.... HOLY SMOKE...

***************************Thunder***************************

Hope she never reads this... Come on Ma I dont wanna wake up early... Not on weekends... I promise I will never have snakes in my dreams ever again.....

A friend(this is not my claim...the friend thingy...) thinks that its because I was probably a snake charmer in my previous birth.... My thoughts exactly.....

My humble thoughts, makes me think(Ahem??) that there is a certain Miss Fangs who wants her presence to be felt...SNAKE CHARMER....YEAH BABY... So she haunts me and crawls in my dreams... I wonder if she dreams of me too?? In some hole in the ground... Dreaming... Oblivious to the fact that it is raining outside and her hole would be full of water.... WET DREAM....

I tried many a things.... Not that they, the snakes hurt me.... But still what the fuck its my life and my dreams.... So I do because I am.... HuH??

But nothings worked, so far.... I even read Sigmund Freud to change my dreams... But all he could interpret is that it is the rise of my sexual life.... HuH?? What am I?? 13?? What the fuck?? Screw yourself Siggie.. Wow my dreams come 10 years too late... But probably there is no linear time in dream world... For you may think that you dreamt something but are never too sure... Soooooooooo..... Technically... Only technically you don't dream (Ha...So stop thinking that you can control them or that I dont have abs, I showed you the photos didnt I??) but dreams do you... Yeah BABY!!!

But whatever be the case... They (or rather she) come(s).... Enter Fangman (No Fangwoman).....

I only dream in black and white...............

Hobbes said....

2008-07-14T18:43:00.004+05:30

Eruption

2008-06-05T12:29:00.004+05:30

Statutory Warning: Those with a weak heart, or any heart at all, the content in the post below is not meant for you. Others are welcome to read.

As I woke up in the middle of the night, around 5 a.m. with Eruption playing in my head, an idea popped in my head. The idea was to play and actually listen to Eruption in audio format. So following the idea I enqueued the song, the sole and only song to listen to it in repetition. Sleep was not coming. thats probably because I had already slept for like 8-9 hrs. With such a tired mind and Eruption in the background the following scenes passed before my eyes...

Eddie (not the Iron Maiden mascot, mind you.... but the fret-tapping maestro :-P) walkin in space with his guitar, making love to it. The guitar in turn moaned, gasped and cried-out... Eddie knows his moves...

Me looking at me... My eye sockets all hollow.. Then I have eyes... Now the eye balls are missing... Two planets involved in cosmic sex...

I am in a ship... Space-ship, mind it... Travelling faster than light... The space changing colors while I fizz past.... Planets changing color.... Planets stop to look at me.... The ones in cosmic sex...

A war scene... In a jungle... Lion feeding on one of the soldiers, its mouth painted with blood... BLOOD...BLOOD...

I am back in space... My ship is outta control...

A Samurai and a Ninja exchange blows through their swords... Faster than lightning... Shrink... Shrink...

My ship, about to crash...

My shoe laces are open...

I crash on a planet... I jump out of the ship... On my knees....

The alarm bell rings... Its morning....

Yo-Yo

2008-05-12T11:53:00.001+05:30

"If you want to live under water, Michael, you must learn to breathe like a fish."

"How do you feel about that?"

"That we never had a choice. I don't feel good about it, but I won't feel bad. Its our natural destiny, as Teemer might say. Biologically, we are a new species and haven't learned to fit into nature yet. He thinks we are cancers."

The How to Kill Series : The First

2008-04-04T11:07:00.003+05:30

Editor's Note: The blog from now on will be totally committed to describing ways to kill people and things. The owner of the blog is not directly responsible for his actions, he is an escapist and will relinquish any such allegations by a mere shrug.

The first section of this unending series is dedicated to the question : How to kill an optimist?

Before we travel deep into the fathomless sea of ways of killing an optimist, the question that should ring in your head, : Is it possible to kill an optimist?

The answer of course is NO. No you cannot kill an optimist. Some of you may say that I have lost my mind, and in due course present lethal ways of killing an optimist. Some of you who belong to the jovial category may try to gag and would suggest something like shooing a bunch of pessimists on our central theme. Ya sure, probably your jokes will have a better effect.

Tell an optimist that you can kill him. And he will give you a smile similar to a mothers who has just heard her baby’s first word. He will simply discard such a claim. He will simply tell you that he believes that he can survive. That he will still be alive. He would say that you can kill the body but not his never say die spirit. His body may not support his unquenchable spirit of optimism, but the fact is that at the end of the day the optimist still lives..

So what should we do now? Run out of business in our very first edition? Come on, don’t let the pessimist in you rise on such an optimistically correct situation. Throw all your worries on me, that’s why I am here for. I promised you a dead optimist and a dead one you shall get.

The trick is, tell the optimist that it is impossible to kill him. And he will simply chuckle and explain you in full theory how you seem to have confused impossible with difficult. He will tell you ways of killing him and will confess that he is dead too. So here you have it. The optimism is dead.

Next edition:: How to kill a How to kill something series.

Intezaar

2008-03-06T09:58:00.003+05:30

itani baar samajhaayaa hai is dil ko..
ek baar aur sahii..
ab to use bhii..
agalii chot kaa hi intezaar rahataa hai..

One from "The Line"

2008-02-26T10:37:00.003+05:30

There is this burning desire to do something now, I dunno what but something.. I want to run away, dunno where but have to run away.. Away from human influence.. Nobody around.. But I don't think I will last even there.. I would run away from there as well.. Its just this irresistible desire to run away.. To escape everything that is probably working in me.. I hate human faces.. No.. No I love them.. Its just that I need to change them after a while..

Remember a Day

2008-01-08T10:31:00.003+05:30

Since I am actually going through the phase in which I do nothing and nothing at all, so I decided to ask myself this question, as to why I cannot stay in this phase forever. I know why I can't, I said. Now I wanted to know from others, about the same.. So with the help of Roger and Syd, I came up with these set of questions:

Q: Why can't we play today?
Why can't we stay that way?
Why can't we reach the sun?
Why can't we blow the years away?

And here are the answers from different living beings..

Slayer a.k.a. Dirty Chadha's response:

Dirty: Because we are all locked up in the prisons of our minds.
Me: And who will rescue us?
Dirty:Haven't you heard Steve Vai? This heart is a prison, bound by chains of gold. Wherein lies the key, god only knows.

Madman's response:

Because Pink Floyd said so. Also because we are all trapped.

Chadha's response:

Because we are engineers. Queen you shall be if you wish, just have to find your king..

TY's response:

Hey listen, I will call you up later, I have to rush to office.

Siddhartha's response:

Because we are humans

Game stopper's response:

Game stopper: U can if thats what u really want... Anythin u ask for is granted... If u jus want it enough.. the sky i'll wrap n put at your feet... do you want it?

Me: I will take my chances.. What should I be expecting?

Game stopper: Its not a chance.. its not a decision.. when u want it so much that u know u have to have it when theres no thinkin jus knowin its yours... when u love somethin beyond yourself.. unconditionally selflessly, when u want it so bad that it transcends the definition of want, nobody has the power to give it to u anymore..its yours by the simple fact that it exists... go take a look at that sky if u can feel it in u n u can feel ur life flowin through it then its not mine to give anymore.... its yours..

Baby Boomer

Baby Boomer: no answers
we could play today, if u wanted to..
we could stay that way, is our choice..
but all we do is blow years away..

Me: sun?

Baby Boomer: sun rulez, actually not as much as the moon..moon simply pwns

I am still awaiting responses from some candidates....will update it later...

Illusions of a realistic empty mind.......what???

2007-12-27T15:48:00.003+05:30

Chewing up the nail, till there is none that can be bitten off. Gazing at the smoke from the still-burning....not totally crushed cigarette butt, the irresistible urge to have a sip, of tea and finish it all then and there. Listening to the "Call of the Ktulu", unsure of whether its playing in the head or on the player. Reading about Rajapaksa's crackdown on Tamils in Colombo, without discrimination. Thinking continuously, without fail to think of something. Checking up the mailbox for a new ray of mail. Bearing the disturbance of an irritating voice penetrating the sphere of the "Call of the Ktulu".

Checking the cell-phone, the killer of letters, for a text - message. Watching the pigeon outside my window, doing endless rounds. "Can I be of some help, you seem to be looking for something". Looking at the time at the system, "ah...the sun is shining beautifully". Looking at the cover of "Crime and Punishment", "yes honey i know, i owe you another 100 pages of reading". The source of the irritating voice seems to have been shooed away. "What?? its been just 30 minutes since the last cup of tea......"

Just another day at the office.....

Land, the ardent fool.

2007-12-24T11:59:00.002+05:30

Hand in hand they ran over the fields
Land, the ardent fool,
Expects rain with just a cloud in the sky.
The day is bright and blue
The gold fields welcome them.

Land, the ardent fool,
Wishes to bloom flowers
“But you have gold”, said the sky
And thorns that prevail.
“I will write a song for you”, he told her.

The spring is where they will be
For its hot and there is no rain.
Land, the ardent fool,
Gives away all the water
Some to flowers other , to the sky

The wise ghost wished it was alive
Snow is on the land now
Land the ardent fool
Hopes foolishly, endlessly
Rain, rain, rain, it cries.

The Mind's Battle Victory and Me Gaining on the War

2007-12-17T17:32:00.003+05:30

A hello - hi friend whose name isn't important: Aur bhai Mr. [my name here] kya haal chaal hain?

Me: Pata nahi

Thats when the cloud lifted yet another layer, and I "noticed" that I actually am the "Indecisive Bastard", as christened by MadMan..... Take this one up yours mind.

Death for Greatness

2007-12-04T19:00:00.001+05:30

There may be either of the two things running through your head after you have read the title of this post and the content of the previous one. First(and the most common...haha read thy mind human), this guy has just lost it, he is on the verge of either a suicide or someone is going to kill him. Or(for the over smart ones) that the guy is obsessed with death, deadly obsessed.

Anywho, I neither deny nor accept both the schools of thoughts. But seriously my question is....Is greatness too big for life? Does it take a death to define the greatness. Can we spot greatness in its physical, materialistic form? Does death shoot up your greatness levels?

I know, I know, but naah..... I ain't in a hurry of being great....thanks for the option though.

Why don't you kill me??

2007-11-21T10:32:00.001+05:30

Kill me, why don’t you kill me?? Am I not special enough to be killed, murdered. Killing is good and death is bad. The type of death I get will define what I had achieved in life. The worst form of death is the natural one. That means that you were not capable enough, even to find a way to die and nature or existence had to do the job for you. Still worse, of course, is the one by natural disasters/ man made disasters. It defines that nature thought of eliminating a whole bunch of nobody's and well I was one of them.

Suicide is of course far better than any of the above mentioned ways. At least I made sure that I cut nature’s work short and found a way of eliminating my own existence. Still a better category is that if I will be murdered. For I was important enough for someone or my death was, perhaps looked as a way for gaining profit and hence, before nature could get to me, they did. The best and probably the most high class (uptown) and satisfying death would then be assassination. Yes, doesn’t it feel great to hear it from someone that you were assassinated. A great feeling, isn’t it? Yes I would like to be assassinated and am sure most of you out there(whether you agree with me straight away or not) would love to be assassinated if given a choice.

The Deprived Generation..

2007-08-27T10:51:00.002+05:30

What does one do with unused energy? A drive but none a driver in sight? They say ours is a deprived generation, with no great wars or no great depression to fight, no great cause or great leader follow. What does the youth of this generation do? The youth needs a direction to go... it needs to die..

Is it the fascination with death or the inability to accept that death is bad? In the absence of all the above mentioned great "causes" the youth's natural energy has gone disarray.. With no great hero to adopt a style or two from, the probability to fall for any mortal with a cap on was inevitable..

Long gone are the greater causes of serving ones mother/father land and lesser mortal of issues like, looking for real love, fighting for one's "space", to set the mind free, have taken center stage. No songs anymore make you realize the worthlessness of realizing, you have to realize it on your own. The "intellectual" ones seek refuge in songs of yesteryears the rest well they are uncharacteristically categorized as humans..No political issues get the same energy as it used to..Getting wasted is understood now..so getting wasted isn't hep as well.. Sex is just a compliment away..that too is no more of an accomplishment.. Money well...really you call that a cause??

No common cause for men/women to unite and fight for.. the deprived generation

Why Amitabh Bachchan is Amitabh Bachchan?

2007-05-20T18:28:00.002+05:30

Something off the kinds of topics I usually write. But was sitting down the other day and was watching Kaala Pathar and came up with this thought.

So why is it that Amitabh Bachchan is Amitabh Bachchan? Acting is there but then I won't refer him to be the best actor that India has produced. There are a score of better actors, Om Puri, Nasiruddin Shah, to name a few. So it is not just the acting.

According to me Amitabh Bachchan is at such a position mainly because of the kinds of roles he played. He at the start of his carrer never played a "hero". He was played something related to it, but never the "Hero" itself. Mainly what he played at the beginning of his carrer was the role of an anti-Hero. The hero with negative shades or rather the hero with grey shades. While Indian cinema is all about a hero playing a completly idealist, Amitabh never played any such role, atleast early in his career.

Examples of the such kinds of roles are apt, Deewar, Don, Kaala Pathar, Laawaris etc. So the point is that he played roles that were more human. He potrayed that there is no such thing as idealism and that a hero is just another guy and that he too has his strengths and weaknesses. This is what the audience identified with and rose him to the level that he was.

Amitabh always had roles who were of a guy with high moral but was at times hard on luck or rather a guy who was forced to do wrong things because of the circumstances and he being human did it. This made the audience realise that things can go wrong and they are not completly bad or paapi if they do stuff to get on top. He potrayed roles which were more of idealism mixed with realism. A person true at heart but who may get beant due to circumstances.

All this packed with great punch lines made him a superstar. By the way the punch-lines also showed that his moral is high and even if he is down on luck he wouldnot take shit from anyone.

Another star that I think plays these kinds of roles aptly is Dev Anand. Whether its his role in R.K. Narayanan's The Guide or Kaalapaani etc. The only reason why he is not totally up there with Amitabh (although he is a total superstar in his on right and one of my favourites) is probably he(Amitabh) played the roles with greater energy and emotions.

Anyways this is all what I can think of right now.

Why am I an Atheist??

2007-05-06T15:53:00.002+05:30

Worth reading::

Why am I an Atheist?

Child's Play

2007-05-05T17:55:00.002+05:30

Last weekend my brother was here to stay over for a night as he moved back home for his college break. It was just great, it reminded me of the days we had when we were young and life was just too long. Although not very long back but I miss those days we spend at home together during the holidays, playing cricket in the midday hot sun, totally carefree and careless, the times we spent fighting.

When I sit alone in my room over the weekends and notice the street kids out there playing there hearts out, it reminds me of my days as a kid. The child out there playing in the sun doesnot bother about the heat nor does he/she worry about the boundaries. There are times when a car owner shouts and tries to scare away the kids. But the child was born free, born in a world where no boundaries should exist.

A child has a heart of pure gold and the heart is ever so enthusiastic and full of jows. Sorrow is unknown to it, for the mother is there to take care of everything.

Ah the good old days.....

How the mighty beat the law?

2007-05-05T16:52:00.001+05:30

Today's newspaper contained an article as to how Shibu Soren, accused and currently sentenced for the murder of his secretary, is enjoying his life out of jail. The article talks as to how Shibu got himself transferred to the Raipur jail from the Tihar jail and is currently occupying a room ( two-rooms) at a Raipur hospital.

Well the paper just wrote about one of the many such cases. The well connected and the close ones of the ruling parties in India have made a joke of the Indian judicial system. And the judicial system acts too dumb or rather overloaded with work to notice any such indisperancies.

Not only is this evident the present case of Shibu Soren but also there is a similar pattern in all cases invoving high profile or well connected people. This pattern is not only ignored by the media but also by the people who have fought for the cause of getting the accused to the book.

The series goes on like this:
1. The accused is set free by a district court where the accused's case is handled for the first time. Mostly the reason given by these courts is lack of evidence or incomplete evidence. This happened in the case of Shibut Soren, Jessica Lal murder case, Priyadarshini Matoo case, the Pareira case etc.

2. Next the court is either brought to the High Court either by the victims of the case or the High Court intervenes on its own accord. Here the accussed is held guilty on all accounts and is sentenced accordingly. The same happened in all the cases mentione above.

3. The case is then moved by the accused to the Supreme Court where the court lets it hang on.

Now the catch is that the media is recording the case or giving it the top priority only thill the guilty is brought to the book. But moment this happens the media forgets about it. The accused and the well connected take advantage of this very fact and they quitely move the court to he Supreme Court. Once admitted by the Court there are several ways of getting out and staying free. One way is to get bail, another way is as our honurable politician did.

The ways of playing with the system are many. It is only us who keep a blind eye to it and don't try to find out whats happening behind the scenes.

The Revenge of the Ego

2007-04-28T13:59:00.002+05:30

Its appaling how at times people tend to underestimate you. Just the fact that you have not tried something before doesnot give one the liberty of underestimating your potential. In such circumstances as I have so aptly been in the recent past the mind behaves in a manner that I have presented in this post.

The first reaction is that of a non-believer. Mind resents or rather the ego resents you from believing what the other person is mentioning. This set your mood off and hence work takes a back seat and you would rather think about the reason for the underestimation.

The next phase is thus born in which your mind plays with your ego. It makes you believe that the other person is right and that there are things that you are not capable of. This state of mind is even more harmful for work and work becomes a thing of the past and huge workload piles up.
What follows is depression of why am I unable to do certain things. And the ego gets all its bruises in this phase when the mind reminds the ego of apt number of examples from the past as and when you had been unsuccessful.

When the ego has had its share of beating there comes its revenge of doing the same thing that you had been accussed that you are incapable of. And then when the challenge is set for the ego....and another one rises for the mind when it watches the ego taking over and completing the task. The new challenge for the mind is to find out reasons that led to your success and to praise the ego and to learn the lesson that is not to underestimate the ego.

The Official Head of the State, who's next?

2007-04-22T18:40:00.001+05:30

The biggest debate at the moment is who will e the next President of India. A question that Dr. Rajendra Prasad would never have dreamed would be the hot topic for all kinds of opinion polls and debate shows. But the question is not who would be the next President but whether he would be someone with a political background or not.

For those who are not aware the President is elected by people's representatives. Simply putting it all members of the lower and upper houses of all the states as well as Lok Sabha and Rajya Sabha vote to elect the President. The candidates well they are the candidates that are backed by political parties. So they not only choose the candidates but also elect the one they feel is best suited for the job.

Currently the people who are the biggest candidates (as in accordance to the various news channels) are namely:

Dr. A P J Abdul Kalam
Bhairon Singh Shekhawat
Somnath Chatterjee
A K Antony
Narayan Murthy (though not really)
Amartya Sen (similar as above)

A little details about the various candidates.

Dr. A P J Abdul Kalam, the person presently holding the post. Ideally the best man for the job and also the least likely to be elected (though I can bet that he may not even be put up as a candidate). An eminent scientist and probably the wisest of all the mentioned candidates. But sensing the atmosphere and being disgruntled over his hands being tied by the government during his tenure, he may simply just bow out of the office without even trying his luck at the office for a second term.

Bhairon Singh Shekhawat, the present Vice-President and an ex-BJP politician. He would like to continue the trend of Vice-Presidents converting into Presidents as in the past. Although an ex-BJP politician, has little chances of being the candidate of the BJP, who would like to back Abdul Kalam if he is interested. But Congress may agree to back him as their candidate.

Somnath Chatterjee, the present speaker of the Lok Sabha, he follows a popular following by various politicians and would probably be the choice candidate of Congress, if it doesnot back Shekhawat.

A K Antony, the current defence minister. Has just come on the national scene as a minister and has slim chances of being even proposed as a candidate. His "clean" image is probably his biggest USP.

Narayan Murthy, the ex-CEO of Infosys. A person that the Indian middle class idolises and is probably the person responsible for internationalising Bangalore. His recent stints and outspokenness against the government shows his interest towards the post i.e. he wants to be popular now.

Dr. Amartya Sen, a nobel laureate and an economist at par. But would not be interested for the job.

But whatever be the choiced candidate of the governement or the opposition, the government has surely learnt one thing amd i.e. not to let a person without any political leanings to the office. Taking the example of our present President, he defied all limits that previous Presidents had set. Kalam has had his set of confrontations eith the government but due to the limitations of the powers of the post has not been able to make much difference. But his activeness to make a difference is a lesson that should be learnt from.

He had defied the government and the system on various occasions by being an example. Seeing this the government has learnt its lesson and will try to curb such a situation in the future by not electing a "wise" President. But with him leaving the post the situation will again go back to what it was earlier.

The problem is that even though people try to set an example, a very few people learn from it. President Kalam had on many occasions sent out message to the general public through his speeches, his books etc. But the outcome I am not sure that there will be any. People will do their own jobs when he moves out of the office and some puppet of the government takes his place. The fact remains that people will not do anything to change the situation.

A CPI(M) M.P. vividly told a TV show host that who will bw the next President will be ours (the people in power) decision and nothing will change with you holding opinion polls and people sending SMSs to show their choice. He is right in a way. It is the fault of us, the urban middle class. We don't exercise our right to vote and worse we donot want to enter politics to make a change. The usual reply is that politics is a sewer, but my question is who is responsible in creation of this sewer. It is us. Not only we donot except our mistakes we keep on repeating it. Change doesnot happen on its own. If you can't change yourself please donot complain about the system, for the system is because of you and not the other way round.

Jai Hind!

Stranger than Fiction

2007-04-07T19:17:00.001+05:30

Well this is an incident that happened to the grandfather of a friend. Now this man(the grandfather) was in service with the Indian Railways post independence. This incident occured when he was posted as a station master to a far off station in some village. I am not too sure of the geographical details but here is the story( I am going to tell the incident in first person)::

India was at war, yes it was the Indo-Pak war. The village was very deeply located, so deep that many people had forgotten about its existence. And those who did well the war had brought on too many things to help them forget of its existence. But well anyways I was posted here and doing my duty. Not many trains arrived or left the station, just a few goods train here and there and well a passenger train once in a while. The station was usually empty, and that was one of the reasons I was surprised to see this old man on the station this morning. He had a very expression-less, wrinkled face. You get to see more of wrinkles on the faces of villagers in India, partly due to the fact that they worked all day long in the fields and partly because thay had seen too many dreams getting squashed and too many promises made to them had been broken. But still hope lingered on.

Anyways this old villager in ragged and dirty clothes walked towards me. He had three pink coloured papers in his hand. Well these coloured papers were very commom these days and I recognised them very well, they were the telegrams. They were perhaps one of the ways that the headquarters could actually contact me since the nearest telephone was miles away. Anyway as he approached me, my eyes kept moving towards those telegrams, the source of all the good and sad news that need to be told immediately.

"Sahib", he called me, "could you please read these out to me." There were three telegrams in his wrinkled and sun-burnt hands. "Sure", I said. I took the telegrams from his hand and started reading them, inorder to understand and translate the contents to him in his native language. The first one read, "Regret to inform you the desmise of your son, Sp. Mahinder Singh STOP He died in action STOP." The second one read, "Regret to inform you the desmise of your son, Hav. Bhagat Singh STOP He died in action STOP." By the time I came to the third one my hands were already shivering. The third one read what I had feared "Regret to inform you the desmise of your son, Hav. Ram Singh STOP He died in action STOP." Now my whole body was shaking as the old man looked up expectantly towards me. How could I tell him such a heavy news. Nothing is more sad as news than to hear the news of the death of your son.

Keeping a control over my nerve I broke the news to him. I had expected him to break down or faint down. But nothing of that sort happened, he took the news unexpectadely well. I asked him if he was alright and and without any emotion in his voice, he replied while taking the telegrams from my hand, " I am alright Sahib, you need not worry. They have died for their country. I have lost three sons. But I have two more and am waiting expectedly so that they grow up soon so that they too can join the army." I was left speechless as the old man walked away.

The Great Indian Middle Class--??

2007-04-06T15:23:00.001+05:30

Its been abt 7 to 8 years now since the economy actually opened up to foreign investments(although officially in 1994). Since the rise of number of opportunities in the Indian "MNC" industry there has been a rise in a totally new genre of people and section of the society. The timid Indian middle class has attained a much more high profiled and what the call a "great" status. This greatness is all due to the opportunities given to the middle class because of large number of jobs in the private sector. Now the rise in these jobs has sent a new message into the society, i.e. study well and get some great degrees to get tagged along with your name and you will have enough money to blow your minds off. Not realising that the work that they do is actually going for the upliftment and the profit of big corporations that are the native of some other country. But this should not bother them for the salary reaches into the bank account on the last day of the month.

But in all this money minting scenario somewhere this suddenly risen class has forgotten its roots. It tends to move away from its own lifestyle to that of the so called "western" lifestyle. Some people may be offenced by the name that I have given to the lifestyle. So being politically very correct I will name it as the "corporate" lifestyle. Now the basic feature of this corporate lifestyle is to work for 5 days a week and party for the rest of the week. The work part may not be true but the party factor is a must. For if you don't then you are outcasted (now this is a feature that my fellow country men or the whole world have not forgotten or can never be taken out of them) and considered wierd.

The great Indian middle class now prefers to spend off their holidays in a suttle and quiet place rather than sitting home. They tend to have forgotten the necessity to work for the society and to work to improve it. Ofcourse this scenario tends to naturally turn opposite if you get a chance to be on the Page 3 of a famous daily. But the point is if you are earning all the money that you could not even have dreamed of then please make it a poiunt to give something back to society. For it is this society that has helped you rise and provided you with what you call the basic ammenities. Work towards making a difference rather than just sitting ona beach and sipping martinis and enjoying your weekend.

Candle in the Storm

2007-03-29T17:52:00.001+05:30

Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai
Dekhna hai zor kitna baazu-e-qaatil mein hai

Karta nahin kyun doosra kuch baat-cheet
Dekhta hun main jise woh chup teri mehfil mein hai
Aye shaheed-e-mulk-o-millat main tere oopar nisaar
Ab teri himmat ka charcha ghair ki mehfil mein hai
Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai

Waqt aanay dey bata denge tujhe aye aasman
Hum abhi se kya batayen kya hamare dil mein hai
Khainch kar layee hai sab ko qatl hone ki ummeed
Aashiqon ka aaj jumghat koocha-e-qaatil mein hai
Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai

Hai liye hathiyaar dushman taak mein baitha udhar
Aur hum taiyyaar hain seena liye apna idhar
Khoon se khelenge holi gar vatan muskhil mein hai
Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai

Haath jin mein ho junoon katt te nahi talvaar se
Sar jo uth jaate hain voh jhukte nahi lalkaar se
Aur bhadkega jo shola-sa humaare dil mein hai
Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai

Hum to ghar se nikle hi the baandhkar sar pe kafan
Jaan hatheli par liye lo bhar chale hain ye qadam
Zindagi to apni mehmaan maut ki mehfil mein hai
Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai

Yuun khadaa maqtal mein qaatil kah rahaa hai baar baar
Kya tamannaa-e-shahaadat bhi kisee ke dil mein hai
Dil mein tuufaanon ki toli aur nason mein inqilaab
Hosh dushman ke udaa denge humein roko na aaj
Duur reh paaye jo humse dam kahaan manzil mein hai

Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai.
Dekhna hai zor kitna baazuay qaatil mein hai.

Whenever I go through these lines I am constantly reminded of the hundreds of martyrs who gave up their life for the independence of the country. The things that they did to get independence. When I talk of these martyrs then I talk of the ones who were not recognised for their effort and have been long forgotten. Theres a very famous quote probably by Ashfaqulla Khan. It says:

Shahidon ki mazaron per lageinge har baras mele,
Watan per mitne walon ka baaki namo nishan hoga,
Agar yeh samajh sake,
Toh samjhoge kyun maine hai kurban hona sikha,
Kyun maine hai kurban hona sikha.

These lines send a chill down my spine. I am actually appalled as to how noone cares about them any more. I share similar kind of sentiment as these martyrs and similar kind of love for my country. But its really sad to see people around me who couldn't care less. They are just worried about their salary and ways to increase it. But its not their fault as well. All of us have actually inherited freedom and have every right to take it for granted.

Me, how can I turn a blind eye to things that are so wrong. Corruption has infested every level of the infrastructure of our country. Who will free it from this cancer. No one is willing to move forward and try to make a difference. They all call the bureaucracy and politics a gutter but no one wants to clean it, simply denying the fact that somehow somewhere they themselves, all of us, are responsible for the state the country is in.

Its simply disheartening at times to move in a direction where no one accompanies you. But then I try to remember these martyrs and this encourages me that they(the martyrs) will always be there in spirit with me. I am actually encouraged by the extreme love that these people felt for the country, something that I have started feeling more and more as i try to move towards my goal.

Jai Hind!

Religious Perceptions

2007-03-16T14:28:00.001+05:30

Well here is a conversation between me (Kapil) and Madman...Sorry for the irregularity in use of punctuation and proper grammar...as it has been taken up right from chat logs.

Madman: mornin kapil., do we get to the religious boundary now?

Me: well my thoughts on religion can well be explained by the quote::"Religion is for those who believe in hell and spritualism for those who have been there!!!"

Madman: nice quote.,in a way U hav shut me up.,but I aint gonna let tht happen.,U wnt do drugs cuz U promised someone makes complete sense.,its gud for ur health too.,but U get religion into this too..

Me: well not me.....had it not been for my mother i wouldn't have kept my hair as well.....well religion comes in b/w 'coz my mother believes in religion and its boundaries not me

Madman: ahaan.,so U do it cuz of her.,n U see the kinda risk Ur gettin urself into.,once U succumb .,U enhance the expectations.,but on the other hand U can have ur way from now on since U can claim that U do certain things for them.,I tried gettin into this trap but cudn.,so got a hair cut.,this route was easier for me..

Me: well sometimes the easier and convinient path is not always the best....well more than anything i have started believing in relationships that actually matter...i can and will do anything my parents ask me to do whether my personal beliefs are against the request is a separate thing all together.....i may decline the request if i feel strongly against it but then if by doing certain things one can actually make a person happy and i dont find anything totally offensive against it then i might as well do it.

Madman: Is this not an escapist route then?

Me: is it? I ask you by actually makin someone happy and smile makes me an escapist....let me put it this way....i believe that there is nothin purer than a relationship between a man and his mother....a mother would never seek something harmful for her children... i may not believe in religion but don't have anythin against it as well.... I believe it is good that religion is there to some extent it keeps a control over the animal called man.....Although it may at times provoke the animal as well when religion takes the face of riots but then my guess is that ppl need riots and wars to make them feel that they are alive.....and so they go and get it

Madman: escapist in the way., that even if Ur correct wit ur belief n thought process U readily change it.,I never understand the logic behind the same, but that is how most parents like to perform.,they love to compromise n try to force us for the same..another., the reason why I am being so straight forward in the talk is cuz I m assuming that Ur open to this conversation.,if at any point U feel offensive or confused lemme knw

Madman: well U have put forward ur point really well.,n wat U say abt a mother is true., she wont harm Us.,but the deal is she decides most things on the basis of her upbriniging.,.wat worked for her mite not work for U.,and as far as religion is concerned., i think it shud be by choice n not forced.,happiness is again a debatable issue.,the thing from wat I knw abt my father,he is way too religious.,n most religious tend to philosophize most other peopl on the basis on religion.,my father wud have talked a lot abt religion and at times maybe taunted some peopl in the society.,as n wen I grow up.,he starts feelin insecure.,in my age gropu of say 18 - 24 .,that I mite get a hair cut., start trimming my beard., n peopl mite start givin him the same bull shit ( religious lessons ) that he gave them.,sole idea of religion is make U a good human.,someone good in deeds n at heart., and to metruth and abiding by the truth is more important than praying every mornin.,U can take it this way .,i believe in religion., but i am against religions

Me: well my beliefs are somewhat opposite....what i feel is that parents expect their children to do things that they could't achieve themselves.....At another end there is a continuous feeling of keeping their children close to themselves.....somewhere in their hearts they know that all their beliefs in religion etc. are somewhat society bound. But at the same time they know this as well that anything or anyone against the society is generally crushed..... Being aware of all this they continuously feed their children of morals that are adherent to the society....this is all because of the love that they have for you....they are scared for you....all this is beautifully potrayed in the lyrics of the song "Mother" by Pink Floyd in their album "The Wall"

Madman: ahaan., interesting put forward again.,U in a way summarize the insecurities parents go thru..,and in a way brief their reasons behind their actions.,

Me: Well what ppl dont understand is that praying is not something to be done as they say "religiously" but the most important thing is to understnad what the person, who wrote the religious teachings actually meant and then try to remind yourself everyday of that and try to abide by that......And just for the record my parents had given me the choice of trimmin my beard but i didn't coz i knew in the end its not what they wanted.....my mother is somewhat way too religious but my dad is much like me....'coz he is more experienced and knows how to handle things tactfully n to make ppl bend in favour of his points in the end...

Madman: how do U decide as to wen our thinkin is inspired.,or is it always inspired?

Me: Well depends.....at times I feel it is inspired all the time by either your experiences or someone influential in your life...but then I guess all this in the end adds up to only your perceptions.....even to think that our thinking is inspired might just be a perception....perhaps a perception that the person who inspired you has a thinking so deep.....but never underestimate your brain...its the best and the worst thing you got, depending upon how you utilise it....but one thing is for sure, you think of one thing but then it depends upon you what direction do you give it......

Madman: interesting but no complete.,n the reason being.,U give me all possibilities.,n the problem here is to define authenticity.,wat U say can be summarised this way.,humans discover most of the things n not invent them

Me: somewhat...yea...in the beginning it is discovery but who knows in the end lies an invention

If life were a song??

2007-02-23T14:50:00.002+05:30

If life was a song what would I be…? Or rather which song will most aptly apply to my life(uptil now)? Well there can be different aspects to this point as well. What quality of the song are you looking at? Is it the lyrics, perhaps tempo or may be even music? Well if its total music quality then probably it would be Layla(unplugged) by Eric Clapton. Well the best reason I can think of is that even though the lyrics are totally in contrast to the music. Well if I base my judgment on the basis of lyrics then the best I can think of is Learning to Fly by Pink Floyd. The lyrics are as below:

Into the distance, a ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a windswept field
Standing alone my senses reeled
A fatal attraction holding me fast, how
Can I escape this irresistible grasp?

Can’t keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I

Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything
No navigator to guide my way home
Unladened, empty and turned to stone

A soul in tension that’s learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try
Can’t keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I

Above the planet on a wing and a prayer,
My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air,
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly
Out of the corner of my watering eye
A dream unthreatened by the morning light
Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night

There’s no sensation to compare with this
Suspended animation, a state of bliss
Can’t keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I

The song in itself makes me think only of life. How there is a continuous process of learning to fly or rather learning to live life……I will try to describe my interpretation of the lyrics of the song.

The first paragraph describes how you look forward for happiness into the future and move towards it till you move to a point of no turning back. You are all alone in the battle of life. What keeps me going….a fatal attraction to play with life…..learn about it or try to make interpretations about it based on my own experience. Can I escape this irresistible grasp?

But I can’t keep myself out of it(life). So I play it through with its own, unmentioned but underlying rules…..I am tongue-tied i.e. I may cry foul but still my prayers fall on deaf ears. So what do I become…..an earth bound misfit.

I move on and what do I see, unforeseen circumstances…but I thought, I thought of everything!!! Is there anybody who can help me…no.
But I am a fighter who wants to just learn to fly……even if things are against me….can’t just let the distant dream move away….but still feel somewhat out of place!!!!

And if I am good enough I succeed and man what a sensation it is…(am not in quite a position to explain this as have not been there yet!!!)

But this is what I feel life will be all about!!!

The boo hoo around victimization and the judicial system.

2007-01-29T15:01:00.001+05:30

I was watching this debate last night on tv on one of the news channels. It hosted a lot of prominent personalities like Kiran Bedi, C J Thakker(ex – CJI) etc. The debate was about whether the people should react as the lawyers of the Ghaziabad court did in the Pandher case. There were a lots of points exchanged. The debate also included an audience of the “victims” of the Indian Judicial System.
There were a lot of interesting views exchanged. Some of them I have mentioned below:

1.”How many people here in the audience know about the Police reforms proposed by the Supreme Court rulings of September 11 and January 22.”
-Kiran Bedi on being asked the shortcomings in police role in the Nithari killings.
2. “The change has to be made at the core of the system.”
- C J Thakker
3. ”The women killed Yadav because he was released on bail 14 time and he had raped 22 women. And such incidents will happen again.”
- A social activist from Nagpur who was defending the action of 5 women who had killed a serial rapist in court.
4. ”Why is there time to attend to high profile cases and not the regular ones.”
-Barkha Dutt
5. ”Its been 10 years that I have been waiting for justice, this is despite the fact the Supreme Court in its ruling had put forward to dispose off the case by 2002.”
- A victim and a mother of one of the victims of the Upahar cinema.
6. ”Do you know how the rape victims have to go through when the appear in Punjab and Harayana High Court?”
- A victim and a mother of one of the victims of the Upahar cinema.

This discussion got me thinking again. And I thought of the following points:

Whenever such cases (Nithari killings) come up the blame game starts up. The people blaming the police. The police blames the judicial system and finally the blame lands on the politicians as in this case as well. Except here there was no representative from the politics side, so as expected the whole blame landed on them. We as a country are all responsible for any of such negligence. Isn’t it true that the accused has come out from one among us the “society”. They all talk about improving the system but you can’t change the system unless you try to become a part of the system. Is it not true that you will grab the first opportunity that comes your way to cheat the system for your own personal gain? If you want to improve the system first improve yourself. Stop taking the easy way out!!

There was an argument that such examples of taking law in your own hands as in the case of Ghaziabad is just the beginning of many such cases to come. That the middle class society is now arming itself for a future revolution against the system. But my thoughts are otherwise. According to me people do not care as to what happens to others and the attitude is such that its not our problem unless it happens to us. And when it eventually happens we all cry foul and cry for victimization. Tell me how many of us will be willing to carry a man hurt in an accident and lying on the road to the hospital. We all believe in social activism, such a simple and hip word isn’t it. But wearing a kurta and jeans and walking around with a jholla is not social activism.
Social activism begins with being socially aware and then followed being socially active. You have to become a responsible citizen first and then wait for results rather than becoming a “victim” first and then striving for social justice.

Salute the institution called the indian army

2006-12-06T10:20:00.003+05:30

As I was driving down to the office today. Just a few blocks away I noticed two of my collegues walking on the other side of the road. So I thought I'll pick them up and we can all go to office in my car. As I crossed the road they vanished somewhere in the crowd. My eyes searching for them, and not realising that I was turning without looking and then came a bang. I had crashed my car into someones side. The bumper of the other car came out slightly from one end. And then I thought that probably I was doomed.

It was yesterday only that I was reading about cases how such accidents lead to cases of road rash and probably even hospitalisation. The driver came out of the car to look at the damages. He was actually smiling. I realised why he was smiling, he was not the owner, the owner came out now as well. Since my car was stranded right in the middle of the road, I gestured to the owner that I am gonna park my car and then we can talk. Oh boy i thought....the owner came towards me and asked me if I was new to driving and then I apologised. After that all he asked was where do I stay and what was my father's name. On replying the questions he told me his name and that he too was a Brig. in the army just like my father. I enquired about the damages but he said it was okay and asked me to be more careful in the future, as i may get hurt.

I was like wow what happened back there. As I was driving to my office then I began thinking why in this money hungry world would a person become generous enough to let a young boy like me walk away like this. I came up with two explanations. One, probably he was in the later years of his life and money was not all that important to him or probably he was just in a very genereous mood. Two, it was probably because of the ARMY sticker at the back of my car. And then I thought the second reason sounded more reasonable. Man, this really showcases one characterisitics of the officers of the Indian Army, they really treat each other as a family. They love and respect the rests of its members. I am not sure if such a kind of relationship will ever exist in any other organisation.

I SALUTE THE INDIAN ARMY.

Friends??

2006-12-05T17:45:00.001+05:30

Here's a situation:-

You have passed out from college about 10 months back and then one day you get a call from one of your old batchmates(who by the way flunked an year and is still in college). And what does he say? "Hey i will be coming back from my home and am planning to stop over at your town for about a couple of days and we'll do party."

Sounds great, old friends meeting and having a good time. Now there's another side to it. He also says that since he's not informing his parents about his stopover at my place, so i would have to get him a ticket. I buy a ticket for him. He stays over at my place, eats and drinks merrily at my expense. And guess what he ain;t that good a friend of mine either. Was one of the first ones to mock me during my stay in college. Always tryin to dupe people by taking loans from them and having no intention of returning them. And the way he expects me to "buy" him a ticket as if I owe him something. Wooooh.... some guys sure have balls. He expects me to do all this stuff, reason: he flunked an year and now I am earning and have a bank account that will make a native of a third world african country laugh with misery.

How am I supposed to respond to such guys....the world is full of such bastards...Balls to you dude you can suck my balls.

Grab what's yours!!!

2006-12-05T17:32:00.003+05:30

Well don't you think I am right in this aspect. Am I being too selfish here?? Thw world will snath you whatever you got if you don't keep a grip on it. Take for example, the project i am working on, there are about three of us out of eleven who have worked their asses off. And one of them was not quite a worker in the eyes of our team leader hance he got fairly lesser grading then the two of us. My theory is whenever I do work I make it a point that I get the result. No use of doing work that will not lead to any outcome, wherther profit or loss is a different question all together.

That's why I say take grab what you deserve rather than watching people walk away with your prize. You may call it being selfish i call it being smart. The world will not keep things in front of you in a platter....you have to grab a plate and serve it yourselves.

Is it worth it??

2006-11-07T10:29:00.001+05:30

I ask you the question in the title....is it worth it??? All the running around all the chasing success thing....??
What is in us that makes us run in the rat race?? Why do we run after success.....is it as Bhagvada Gita puts it our attachment to Maya (worldly things)...or is it something else..... Why do we run and waste all the time behind this.....Is it worth anything?? What remains with us when we leave this world?? Then again if it is not worth anything then why are we put on this earth.....there has to be a reason behind it.....
As my analytical and scientific side (not much of it actually if you read the jist of the whole blog) puts it there is a reason behind everything.....so as Gita puts it...the soul purpose of life is Karma. All is based on ones doings and Karma that one goes through life......Then my question is are we a leading a life inside a life?? Is the aggregation of Good Karma and Bad Karma part of a greater form of life.....As Gita puts it the soul passes through different lives...then as the ordinary life are the different lives that the soul passes through part of as I put it earlier a bigger or better form of life??

The question still rings Is It Worth It??

Master of Puppets??

2006-11-02T14:21:00.004+05:30

Well as the Metallica song goes....I ask myself why the master or rather is there a master?? The question always cropping up in my mind is whether I am just a puppet in the hands of fate or do I have a will that can take me places......There are incidents that support both the thoughts...., then why is that even if I put energy of my maximum capabliity into one thing, I still stand a chance of loosing in it.I am gonna provide the arguments of both the sides in me, ever in conflict..

Soldier of Fortune......it may be better soundin title but the truth is that I am probably just a puppet in this world, nothin is in my hand......just another role in this never ending play....it may all sound to be too philosophical......but I ask you, have you ever been down to such point when you feel nothin is in your hands.....I have seen the most strong people, people with probably the strongest back bones bend down at the hands of fate.......Is it the "Master's"(God) ever-hungry ego that tries to keep even the most hardworking, most brilliant people at a check....Does he fear that probably they may turn out to be better than him.....sounds too fictious ..eh.

But then why this struggle, the struggle is there mind you. I keep askin myself is it a struggle between me and him or a struggle within.......Whatever it may be...all these thoughts lead to a lot of energy which when utilised properly lead me into this vicious circle...where i keep fightin fate and it keeps tryin to beat me.......But is this of any worth....will someone ever be an accountant to this struggle.......They will only remember the results and never the struggle.....

Well the other part of me says....man is a maker of ones own destiny........all these struggles are a part of the game....they help to choose the meanest of them all....It keeps on insisting to work hard and things will fall in their place.....There is never any end.......even if you go away your results will always be remembered......n mind you never your struggle......The pressure is there but then the race is always hot.........

Sometimes i think that probably i should retire and seek reclusion...........