What Mirrors Don't Tell

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

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

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

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

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

Do I take me anywhere from here?

Too Bad......

Point

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

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

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

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

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

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

Doing it to a T

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chains of Freedom

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Umeed

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

Sawaal

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

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

ae dil - e - naadan kab tu samjhega?

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

Thank God

One Clear Rain... Settles all the Dust

Eddie Knows Best...

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

What Puppet Doesn't Get???

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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




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



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

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

Dio said...

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

Anywho....



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nostalgia

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...

Work :-P

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

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

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