Why?

Why do I not slip into nothingness?

Why do I wish, when I ought not to?
Why did I speak when I shouldn't have?
Why this silence now, when its not a weakness but a resolve?
Why do I ought to prove, when I really don't want to?

Why do I have debauchery on my mind, when I look so nice?
Why do I reflect as a leech, when I am but the host?
Why am I not hungry now?
Why do I feel I got a raw deal?

And again...  Why do I not slip into nothingness?

"YOUTH"

Every media house, every newspaper is talking about one thing. The role of youth (no you are not one; apparently only those voting for the first time are the "youth") in swinging the polls and how every party would try to get the youth brigade on their own wagon.

But thats not how Indian "youth" works. Indian "youth" would at the end of day (the polling day that is) would not be swinging the polls (only the polls though). Any "youth" would vote as per the following (not complete or exhaustive but still pretty decent) list:
1. Who daddy is voting for? Thisworks pretty much anywhere in India where the head of family decides towards which party is the family inclined towards. This may work on a larger scale like the vote for caste system quite evident in the cow-belt states.
2. Which leader inspires me? Here instead of a party the votes fall for a leader (national face or otherwise). The "inspirational" leaders apparently are well-spread. This other dude tells me that this dude leader would bring change; I think I'll vote for that dude. Though am not too sure. That's another thing, the "youth" is like everything else pretty unsure of voting too.
3. The newspaper the youth reads. All the more fun if (s)he doesn't read and only watches news. This is a sub part of point no. 2. The "youth" gets easily influenced. (S)he hates the party in power, but then doesn't like the other party too. The "youth" is confused.

Apparently this is how any voter in India votes. So "youth" are really no exception. If voting population is increasing, the votes proportion would spread out evenly like they always do.  So "youth" or no "youth", your guess is as good as mine as to will capture the booth. And mine is generally pretty accurate.

I don't think I hate you for hating me
I think I hate me for disliking me
For I seek pleasure in pain
How can I love me then?

There is no end to this love
Pain is such a seductress
I can't escape her claws
Pain the faithful lover

-- Written way back...

If nothin makes no sense, then does it make any sense to make sense out of things?? Things do change till they make a circle.... Disillusionment may be a wake up call, but then reality seems more fictitious and fiction more real.

Disillusionment cant then be seen as a mere awakening or correction of ideas. When fiction is what you are fed on and your heroes - righteous, disillusionment is a mere word to describe imperfection.

Corny Endings

Every corny beginning does not have a corny ending. But when there is a corny ending and more so when it has been a long time since the not so corny beginning, you do not know whom to kill. So this is a precautionary post, to help those who do not want to be there to do that. But then again, am I not killing the joy (yeah like shit) by letting you know what was the curiosity that killed the cat? I am sure some of you would like to be killed (and others would like to be cats).

The idea is simple, I tell you what not to watch or read till the ending and then you leave it mid way (or if you like not begin at all). This aint a comprehensive post and will have sequels (smaller ones then, longer one now).

So the list begins:
1. The Holy Mountain - The movie is great. And I must admit it is. I rated it 10 (out of 10 :-)). But what do you do, when a bunch of people are out there looking for the ultimate truth and you don't know how to end it (for then you will have to tell the ultimate truth). You just declare that you are in movie.. Corny!! Lame!!

2. Requiem for a Dream - Moral of this story? Everyone who dopes must either be amputated, or become mad or become a whore... WTF?? I dope.. Am I lame (and no the jokes dont count)? Am I mad (:-D).. Am I a whore?? Well yeah probably this is what happens to all dopees..

3. David Copperfield -Hi I am Charles Dickens. I have done writing 650 pages, and want to finish off my book in the next 50, else the publisher wouldn't publish me. So I kill off some off the characters, send more than half abroad. Oh I still have David and his girl friend who call each other brother and sister left in the book. I know lets get them married and lo here finishes the book.

4. Chetu's - One night - My second and last of Chetu's books.. CHETU!!! This is a good one (the ending of course) -  I tell my story to this stranger and don't know solutions to my problems. I get the solution because the stranger in a train is goddess.. CHETU I WILL KILL YOU!!!!

5. The Company of Women - The central character likes fucking. :-).. He fucks women :-).. He fucks a lot of women :-).. He fucks black women :-) He fucks Paki women :-) He fucks his wife :-) He fucks south Indian nurses :-) He fucks north Indian teachers :-) He fucks Goan masuess :-) He even fucks Sri Lankan diplomats :-) He fucks Marathi whores :-) Ooops the last one gives him AIDS.. End of story :-(

6. Delhi - This time the central character also likes history and he also like fucking. He fucks an eunuch in Red Fort :-( He fucks a firang old one :-( He fucks a firang, young one :-) He fucks an army officers wife :-) and in between all this he writes about a lot of fucking in history. Straight fuck :-) Gay fuck :-( Rape :-( and what not. And then he gets AIDS too.

I think I need to leave this here and go and fuck...

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..

U SUCK

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

Hey Shorty

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

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.....

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..........."

8 wins over 4

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

But it will burn.

STOP AIRING THE FIRE

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

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.....

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....

Get Real.... NOT

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

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...

Why Amitabh Bachchan is Amitabh Bachchan?

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.