He runs towards the crowd to kill the voice inside
I watch him closely and wonder why?
Not his act but mine
For I want the outside voice to die

'Cause if I cant plug-in my earphones
Then its the music in my head
That saves me and kills
The music of life

So I wonder why he runs outside?
So that I am left alone?
Ah.. the outside dies....

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.

He ain't Heavy, He's my Brother

CHOMU: "You have started liking Tom Petty 'cause you can't go heavier. That's why I listened to the whole of Beatles discography, when I did that. I found even Megadeth heavy then."
Me: "I can't go heavier. May be they all are right. I have grown old."

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...

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

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

Who Me????????

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

Man Down

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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?

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??

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....

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...

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

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.....