Sumit Pandey ka purana blog

New Blog

2010-01-02T17:49:00.004+05:30

Since I'm kind of bored of blogging and writing long posts with a lot of gyan, I'm moving on to Posterous, a microblogging platform.

New blog link: sumitp.posterous.com

F^ck.

2008-06-24T18:17:00.001+05:30

Dusty fan and a warm wind;

Artificial yet so very comforting.

Sweat dripping down my forehead;

Hazy images, unfocused brain.

Am I what they say I am?

Who is the static?

Can you hear,

The silence within the static?

Can you feel,

The pain within the silence?

Can you understand,

The numbness within the pain?

Am I who they want me to be?

Bono and his microphone,

MLK and his bullet,

Bacon and his brush,

Joe and his cubicle,

Nameless with his degree.

Who is the Riddler?

How deep does the rabbithole go?

Why this choking feeling?

Why the whys?

~~FUCK.~~

We Have Not Moved

2008-05-19T22:35:00.003+05:30

And as usual, no we are not dead either.

But, I have started a multi-authored blog with my friend and an ex-author of this blog Jayesh, The Drunk Santa Blog. It is more about socio-political and India shining vs India whining and our takes on these things.

This blog was and is essentially an expression of the chaos I encountered and the logic, grammar and organization I attempted to add to the chaos. It was and is an extremely politically disinterested blog, since I am extremely politically disinterested.

So, this blog remains as it is, and will be updated as and when I find myself playing around with randomness.

Cheers!

Loving The Alien (Sometimes)

2008-04-28T22:03:00.009+05:30

(-Francis Bacon [1909-1992])

Sometimes I think I'm scared
Sometimes I know
I feel like making love
Sometimes I don't
I feel like letting go
Maybe not
I feel like giving up
Is all we got

Sometimes is all the time
And never means maybe
Sometimes is all the time
Maybe

And I'm moving on
And I'm moving on (Sometimes I feel alone)
And I'm moving on
And I'm moving on

Sometimes I make believe
When we're alone
Machines have taken hold
Can you get me to a telephone
It's just the little things
You used to see
Am I still that man who makes you who you want to be

I never noticed
How lovely were the aliens
Lovely were the aliens
I never noticed
Lovely were the aliens
Lovely were the aliens

-Velvet Revolver

A boring day and I turn on iTunes half asleep as I have a faint tune running in my head and I want to listen to the full song. But then it choses this Velvet Revolver number for me I had on my hard disk but I had never listened to. And it was love on the first listen.

The song is both hauntingly melodious and very beautifully written.
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Thinking about nothing in silence makes the the uncertainty and the inherent helplessness with which we live our lives overly apparent. The beauty of the mind lies in disguising the true facts with 'intellect' and 'issues' which demand careful thought and study. The world at large exists in chaos and the order needs to be decoded. Nations which are shining are somehow whining. But isn't it the people who make up the nation? Isn't the individual chaos responsible for generating the chaos of the world?

Decoding the me is something that comes naturally only when the immenseness of nothingness is carefully and fully felt. And the picture that comes forth is that of confusion and uncertainty coupled with a lot of helplessness. How every day is an unrealized fight for hope and reason.

It seems like times of failure are the only times when we are true to ourselves. When all the pseudo intellectual crap falls away to reveal the truest feelings. And then you decide to finally move on and fight again and dose yourself with the drug called rationality. The Neo dies down and you enter the Matrix again.

In all this rationality the smell of the wind, the taste of tears and the feeling of a breaking heart become alienated. The true self is lost in the shadow which becomes a mute puppet and an alien following us around as we judge, compartmentalize and then justify. It is neglected into becoming a schizophrenic sociopath responsible for the dark dreams that reflect an unexplored and part of our persona.

Maybe the truth of the sociopath needs to be listened to?

Maybe, just maybe, the grammar of the chaos lies in the shadow? Maybe it needs to be embraced before we are to gain even a faint sense of the 'issues at large'.

Tagged?

2008-04-26T09:15:00.004+05:30

And I have been tagged. I always thought you tagged endangered species or to be endangered species to keep track of their location and so they wouldn't be poached. Can't really say what it means in my context.

Last Movie Seen in Theatre

Race. It was a pathetic and a lame attempt by directors who were at one time truly creative. Reminded me of those loud bikes/cars riding wannabes who have nothing better to do than leer at girls.

Book Being Read

lol this is interesting. I am currently reading Death at my doorstep, Egonomics, Chariots of the Gods, Freakonomics and The secret politics of our desires.

Talk about multitasking eh? Its just that I have a very small attention span.

Favourite Board Game

Ludo. Saanp Seedhi.

Favourite Magazine

errm? Computer Gaming World at one time. (Greenspeak rocks!)

Favourite Smells

The moist ground in a light drizzle, Petrol

Favourite Sounds

The sound of an aeroplane flying above.
A guitar,flute,synthesizer played well.
Rain and thunder.

What is the first thing you think of when you wake up?

I need more sleep/Fuck (if someone else has woke me up)

Worst feeling in the world

Being woken up by some random person.

Favourite Fast Food Place

Don't really care about restaurants and non-ghar ka khana. It all tastes like feet. So much so I feel my taste buds have died by now.

Future Child’s Name

:) . Really, if I could, I'd really want to name her ":)". And yes I want a girl child first.

Finish this statement, “If I had a lot of money I’d…”

Go on a world tour. Or just a Eurotrip would do.

Do you drive fast? Not really. Unless you're talking of NFS.

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? Does my pillow count as one?

Storms - Cool or Scary? The wind is cool. Storms are mostly overrated.

Do you eat the stems on broccoli? Yeah, I'm not really sure what broccoli means.

If you could dye your hair any colour, what would be your choice? To Dye you need your hair to Live. So, doesn't hold in my case.

All towns/cities you have lived in Bombay, Vindhyanagar (M.P.), Allahabad, Shaktinagar (U.P.), Kota, Dadri (U.P.)

Favourite sports to watch Used to be F1 at one time.

One nice thing about the person who sent this to you Pinky dude hain. All girls who have Datta as their middle name love him.

What’s under your bed?

Cobwebs, Suitcases and a pair of dusty Nikes.

Would you like to be born as yourself again? Yes. With hair this time.

Morning person or night owl?

Depends.

Over easy or sunny side up?

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Favourite Place to Relax

Chair in front of the comp. The wing junctions adjacent to my room.

Favourite Pie

Chocolate.

lol this feels like a scrapbook entry. I'm waiting for the "What you think of me" section. Or wait. Its already come :S

Favourite Ice Cream

Vanilla with chocolate sauce.

As I don't really have people on my blogroll, and people I know who blog have already been "tagged", I really cannot tag anyone. Or wait, there's always Jaeeessss.

Censorship and Truth

2008-04-25T09:18:00.002+05:30

Censorship is defined as the removal and withholding of information from the public by a controlling group or body. ( Wikipedia is my best friend :P )

In a diverse country like India, censorship can be painful, I mean everything is being censored the films, the books, the internet ( well at least trying to), dramas. Government wants everything censored and the best reason they can come up with is Religious Issues, Oh! comon'! Religious issues? Political parties want Orkut banned cause of Religious Issues? Half of the truth about things like the Gujarat riots cannot be revealed because the government "has its apprehensions". Movies like Parzania were taken off the air and schools and colleges are indirectly forbidden from even privately airing these movies."What will the kids learn?"

Everybody knows what is happening around them, so banning anything wont really prevent people from getting hold of the information via other media or by using simple bypasses. You cannot really prohibit a child from eating chocolates and then claim he doesn't even know what chocolates are. But then, as long as everyone's happy and a majority of lame people, who haven't used the net for more than secret sex chats on super lame chat groups, gather to nod their heads in unison we can all ban things and feel patriotic and democratic.

But the bottom line is and will always be that truth is something that never bears consensus. So even if everyone agrees that the riots, the tribal displacement, the Patan rape or countless other things are simply too gruesome to be given any attention and the junta (people) need to be "saved" from such things, it doesn't really mean that is how it really should be.

A line from the movie Network comes to mind, "I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take it anymore."

PS. This post was initially started by my friend and an ex-co author of this blog, Jayesh.

Holocaust and Us

2008-04-16T13:38:00.005+05:30

Typically, every noun and every verb in our personal vocabularies has some reflexive effect on at least one of our senses. The mind and the senses correlate brilliantly to generate a personal sense of relation with the language that we use. This personalization, for the most part, is an extension of experience and fantasy.

The Holocaust-

A simplistic and clichéd feeling brought on as a result of the juxtaposition of the images of the dead and the starved with the stench of the burning and rotting body; usually followed by feelings of pity and compassion and some amount of loathing towards the evil Nazi and concluded by a feeling of gratefulness that the onetime aberration from the civil world, the Nazi, were contained by the powers that be. A malicious worm, squashed for good.

These images and smells are all too powerful and moving in themselves but the fact remains that the Holocaust was much more than a small set of emotional reactions coupled with some visual and olfactory stimulus. Bauman points out in his text that overwhelming proof amassed by the historians shows that ‘the Holocaust was a window, rather than a picture on the wall. Looking through that window, one can catch a rare glimpse of many things, otherwise invisible.’ The reflexive reaction that categorizes the Holocaust as an ominous deviation from the normal, civil flow of events; a barbaric act involving, primarily, the Jews and the anti-Semitic forces, needs to be questioned and re-questioned. Bauman asserts that The Holocaust was not a Jewish problem and an event in the Jewish history alone. It is a problem of the society, civilization and culture. Moreover, the all too familiar notion of absolutes, which features the Jews as absolutely good and the Nazis and their collaborators as perfectly evil, is also flawed.

‘When I visited the Museum at AUSCHWITZ, I stood in front of the display cases. What I saw there were images from contemporary art and I found that absolutely terrifying. Looking at the exhibits of suitcases, prosthetics, children’s toys . . .

I suddenly had the impression I was in a museum of contemporary art. I took the train back, telling myself that they had won!’ -Paul Virilio (Art and fear)

This processing and packaging of the Holocaust is brought on by the self-healing tendencies of the modern society. The Holocaust has been delegated a specialist shelf and department wherein the research and development that take place are impressive albeit invisible to the common eye. The Holocaust in general terms, consists of countless memorials and commemorative ceremonies. The responsibility of the in-depth analysis is left safely in the hands of the ‘experts’. The general thought process behind the understanding and analysis of the Holocaust doesn’t involve a lot of effort. Clichéd and time tested methods of analysis, like blaming the morally corrupt Nazi and attempting to understand the causes of Hitler’s obsession are employed without any thought or attempt at reason. But, these methods invariably focus on the ‘Germanness of the crime’ which results in the exoneration of everyone and everything else. By making it into a deviation in the German society, having little to do with the way modern societies function, the Enlightenment beliefs of humanity and freedom are carefully safeguarded.

The code of the Holocaust is far too complex to be understood with such simplistic notions and to be unraveled, needs to be de-emotionalized and assimilated into the general history. The Holocaust, even though written in a specialist code, needs to be understood and accepted generally by the commons. It has essential information about the way society functions and it needs to be interpreted keeping in mind that it was the outcome of unique encounters between ordinary and common factors.

PS: The post is the "Introduction" of a course project report I wrote on Modernity and the Holocaust. It derives heavily from Zygmunt Bauman's book by the same name.

Pencils n Brushes

2008-04-10T11:12:00.005+05:30

This has been one of the most hectic semesters yet. A string of deadlines is how it has been. But still, I managed to do two things Ive been meaning to do for over a year. Design my own home page and a blog for my friend.

The theme was built over the original Copyblogger WordPress theme. It is an amazing place to start if you don't want to get into a WP theme design from scratch (which is a huge job in it self).

Funny how you manage to find the time when are super busy and you simply cant work when you have tons of free time.

Anyways, give these pages a look and leave any feedback you may have :).

Why F rocks and People Dont.

2008-02-15T02:48:00.003+05:30

There are just some days where you just want to shout F**K (Censorship sucks. Anyways this is to keep things family friendly.) really really REALLY loudly.

And then there are 2 things. Why and Why.

Part 1:

But then you can't.

Why?

What will Joe Somebody think? Surely Jane Holier Than Thou would sneer at me. Nevermind the fact that Joe and Jane have secret net identities where Joe plays Hanna and Jane plays Tom. Nevermind what lies hidden deep in their closets.

As long as its not in the open its all good.

Is it?

Anyways, what bothers me is people judging and nudging everyone around them day in and day out. Doesn't a man deserve atleast some amount of breathing space? Or is a closet and a fake net identity is all one has left in this age of taboos, networking and connectivity?

part 2:

Why, in this particular case, did you feel the urge?

This one is simple. Because things really suck for me right now. And I want to lash out. Peacefully and Alone.

Bah.

Love Actually.

2008-02-13T00:11:00.001+05:30

Love. Complex, mystical, blissful. Cliched adjectives that seek to describe this very un-cliched phenomenon. And then we safely assume "Love is beyond words"; again a cliche.

The real irony is that this easy to understand commonality and the cliches associated with it are what make it a fast sell.

Add to that the aggressive marketing being done on its behalf by the likes of Yash Raj and Sons. Nevermind the fact that they themselves find their allegiance in question in these times of fast love, fast marry and fast quits. Its almost a become a product worthy of being kept besides the FMCG stuff in supermarkets. "Jaldi Kha lo, nahi to expire/thanda ho jaega." (Eat quickly for it may expire soon/get cold.)

Such a strong marketing team coupled with our own libidos almost make it a compulsive must have.

I was, very recently, faced with answering the question, how does it feel to be in love.

Strangely and almost annoyingly, words like bliss, pure, serene and friendship kept popping up in my mind with a obstinate consistency. And then junta (people) started discussing (read speaking at once) and all I could hear was an infinitely long beep in my mind. After a while I came up with the conclusion that love may or may not be a lot of things, but the one thing that it consistently is, is it is "not boring". Also it is a "work in progress". The moment it stops being these things, the castle of hearts comes crumbling down.

(It was amazingly annoying how this question stuck with me. Just 2 adjectives. And those too bordering suspiciously close to the banal. Have the marketing geniuses got into my head too?)

So, anyway, what is love? People who are about to say "a chemical reaction in the brain" and feel really smart and cool are, well, hags. And they should run along now.

Few words, except the ones mentioned earlier, come to mind. Lust, Change, Pepsi, Farce, Freedom.

Love without lust would just be friendship now, wouldn't it? But that would make love one of the deadly sins. Bah. Another paradox for the philosophers to figure out.

Also, love has become a social farce too. Being in love is considered western here (in India) and the west deems it to be masochistic/chauvinistic. Too many restrictions and very less creativity are slowly becoming the norms for love. Hard to imagine a world where social norms dictate how and when we fall in love and how we behave when in love. Maybe we need a place called center along with the east, west, middle east etc. Bah. Again.

Itna kya sochta hain. Pyar kar na. (Why think so much. Simply fall in love.) Hence, Pepsi. (Don't get the relation? Maybe even I don't. It does make me sound pseudo complex though.)

Change and Freedom. Contradictory and Complimentary. Change or else and Freedom of change. Freedom to be who you are, express and discover your true self. Someone to trust with the freedom you generally don't give yourself while communicating with even the closest of peers. And the change that is almost a requisite if you want the freedom to endure. Again.

Bottom line? An overly simplified paradox that most of us don't really care to grasp. Pepsi peene se pehle contents poochta hain kya? (Do you ask about the contents before you gulp down a can of Pepsi?)

PS: This is written from a guy perspective. Since I am not a girl or a "Metrosexual", I cant really know what the fairer sex thinks. Comments are, as always, welcome.

This article deals with lusty love. Not the kind (hopefully) a mother and a child (and so on) have.

Why 0rganis3d Ka0s Is Not Dead.

2008-02-12T22:47:00.001+05:30

(Or why you are not as good at prediction as you thought.)

Err. Because you are reading this.

*End of post*

PS.
There has been mass speculation as to the direction in which this blog was headed. Mass meaning me and evilution. Many (a.k.a. evilution) believed it had finally rested in peace.

But the beauty and the USP of this blog lies in the fact that every time you assume it died, it springs back to life.

And scares/entertains the shit out of you.

Shake

2007-11-15T16:01:00.000+05:30

The Shake is here, you shake the cool mobile phone and it changes the track? cool? yes, atleast better then the 'thump', though I still don't get the commercials these people make, I mean alright,so you get an actor who has done some good movies, and tell him to 'shake it'? and out of nowhere, he gets a not-so-attractive girl to dance with him, while they keep changing their clothes (which by the way also happens, when one shakes the phone) I mean, yes thats unique but its stupid, what sense does it make? Anyone can shake it and get a good attractive girl,you know, as long as the thing you shake is Big :|
I can't find the commercial on youtube sadly, Anyway I'll end this ridiculous and perverted rant by saying I *sony logo here* Shaking.

Arrrgh

2007-11-03T23:18:00.000+05:30

Hey all! Long time no see. I see a little change in the writing style around here. Looks like evilution is a part of the Ubuntu movement now. Good for him. (Ubuntu is really cool btw.)

Okay. Quick revision. Who am I? Regular readers of the blog might remember me as an author of a very politically incorrect "About Me". You hated it. I hated it. Never thought I'd write a "blog" again. But then I realized something really awesome.

This can serve as a platform where I can express my opinions (read rant) about things that I usually wouldn't be able to do in real life; without getting into a pseudo intellectual conversation with one/more people.

So the topic for today:
How badly does your girlfriend's teenage brother hitting puberty suck?
Answer:
OMG (Oh My God) A LOT (not an abbreviation. Those are actual words there. Caps on the net implies you are shouting it seems. And I SO WANT TO SHOUT.)

"Why?" the brothers might ask.

First of all you are teenagers just hitting puberty. Ergo, you neither sound mature nor sweet but rather very close to a frog.

Second, you simply ask too many questions. By virtue of not being the hot girl that I'm dating, or any other hot girl in general, that does not make you remotely appealing to me.

Third, you always need to do "work on the internet" when your sister is using the computer to converse with yours truly. Wanting it "for just 5 minutes", every 10 minutes can be my fourth reason.

Fourth, you simply never leave. Now what is that all about? Some compulsive need to protect your sister? You should always keep in mind that you are a skinny freckle faced scumbag who sounds like a frog. You are the one who needs protecting. Not her.

Fifth, for some reason you feel your sister has no IQ at all and you, on the other hand, are related to some kind of genius rocket scientist. Ergo, you feel the need to butt in whenever you want, start croaking about what you feel without knowing what your sister was talking about in the first place and subsequently start fighting for the same. My God, punk. you are like 3 women in PMS. (No offense to the 3 women. You rock!)

I could go on and on but I guess I've proved things beyond reasonable doubt now :).

Seriously, brothers facing puberty, Grow Up. People need privacy, let them have it.

ps. err. "Blogger saves all your drafts automatically now" a balloon said. Yay for Blogger :|.

IRC lol

2007-11-02T23:41:00.000+05:30

Just came across some of these:

>Was it Jimi Hendrix who said "if I make a mistake, I just keep repeating it, then it's not a mistake any more"?
>> Might well have been Bill Gates.

another one:

> what doesn't kills you only makes you stronger.
>> You have obviously never had a limb ripped off by a bloodthirsty shark.

^_^

The world that is Ubuntu

2007-11-02T17:35:00.000+05:30

^_^. Hows it done and all coming in a few days. First I have to install the damn vmware thing :|.

Dreams, Reconfigured.

2007-10-31T04:50:00.000+05:30

“Sir, why does man need society? How did the whole concept come into being?”

“Man is a social animal”.

Ever since man was a hunter, men hunted in groups to make up for the lack of size and strength. Each man covered for the others weaknesses. Such was the power of groups that probably we hunted even the Mammoth to extinction.

And thus the foundation of society as we know it was laid.

Then man burnt down forests and settled down. Crops were sown and civilizations spawned. The concept of society grew and consequently its meaning also varied. But at heart it was still a group of men making up for the lack of particular skills in each other. Things were all good.

“Sir whats a Social Stereotype then?”

With man, growth is not linear and limited. Like population and civilization, popular concepts grow exponentially. Until they grow out of control. Like religion. The concept of the all powerful church which lead to the dark ages. And the common factor fueling this growth is always society. Without social support nothing survives.

Any force or organism has the habit of following the path of least resistance. The same holds for man. Most men blindly follow the path of consensus; ‘The democratic way’. Society, or a group of men, decide what is to be considered right. More often than not, it is the path of least resistance.

And so we have a well defined set of rights and wrongs. We might feel otherwise, but we are forced to follow this set. Configured to behave in a set manner. Learn to eat with a fork and spoon even though it hardly matters as long as you have clean hands. Some give in very early on in life and some later, but sooner or later we all do it; for fear of being labled ‘Antisocial’ and ‘Mannerless’. We all have a single color paint coating over our real selves. What differs is the amount of paint we have on.

Society even defines cultural expectations about what a mother is supposed to be. “On the whole in our culture, housewife-mothers are taken as better examples of mothers than nonhousewife-mothers.”

The question is are dreams, feelings and truth subject to consensus? Except in courts, again a social setup, truth is beyond consensus. Why these petty rules to define what a man wants to do in life? Why is the wisdom of others failiures shoved upon someone who has no feelings whatsoever about that path? Why do we want our kids to become what we couldn’t or now a days, what every other person is trying to be? Why are we taught to seek the approval of society for every dream we dream? Wasn’t society supposed to help an individual overcome his shortcomings and come up at whatever he dreamt of? Why have we become victims of the stereotype-revolution dogma? Why do we need a revolution everytime we need a change?

What happens when the paint starts to wear off and leaves behind a man in possession of the shadows of the dreams and hopes he once had?

“A tired man they see, no longer cares.”

Note: This post first appeared on the blog: Blissfully Paranoid. I am the author of the same and since I don't have enough time to update both blogs, I have decided to stick to this one and transfer my posts here. Cheers!

We Are Sorry. lol

2007-10-30T17:28:00.000+05:30

" Expect an update (maybe) sometime at night/tomorrow."

"The blog now will be updated every other day, or even everyday, depends."

The bloddy authors dont deliver here :@. What promises and no posts :S

Okay okay. So on behalf of the "team 0rganis3d Ka0s (LOL)", I apologise. [ As if you actually read all this. :| ]

A lot has been going on and except my labs, I really havn't gotten around to writing/reading stuff.
But to keep anyone who cares updated, all the points I mentioned in the last entry, excepting the vmware one, have been successfully completed. There were a few issues along the way. But those are past now. Ill post some screenshots soon :).

I plan to setup the vmware thing in some days. Tomorrows a holiday, so I guess tomorrow would be the lucky day.

Logged into Windows after many days. Looks and functionality wise it has begun to suck even more. But I have really begun to appreciate the Plug and Play support and the sucky default drivers that Microsoft ships with XP. Plug something in and itll work. Agreed giving less than 10% of its fullest capacity, but still. atleast all hell doesnt break loose.

Still I still feel, Ubuntu Rocks!

ps.: The sweet picture above is Jay on his last birthday :)

Bah. Still Alive :\

2007-10-25T15:23:00.000+05:30

Life Sux :( .

Just when I thought the blog had finally rested in peace; with the grave picture and all; the pesky nuisance Jay rediscovers the writer within himself again :(.

"blog now will be updated every other day" it seems T_T .

And no I am not in the adsense sellout group. This is just an agenda to have me removed from the admins post :@. ( actually my account got deleted :S )

The only high point of my life right now is Ubuntu (I am using 7.04 Feisty Fawn. The latest one is 7.10. Its good. But i don't want to download another DVD just as yet.). To quote a certain someone "It Just Works."
Even if it doesn't, you can just get connected to the internet and download a few somethings to make it work. No "Genuine Advantages" attached.

I am still a linux noob as of now. But I hope to document my adventures on a fairly regular basis here. Right now my priority list features:
1. Get mp3 and movies to play
2. Get fancy effects to showoff
3. Change the default look of the Gnome based desktop.
4. Get a gtalk Alternative to work.
5. Maybe get Windows running parallely using VMware or something.

Some of these I've done. Some I expect I'll to do when I get back from the Lab. (Interestingly, "The Authorities" have decided to turn on the A/Cs a wee bit higher now that the weathers starting to become a bit cold :\) Expect an update (maybe) sometime at night/tomorrow.

Cheers and Stay Alive!

My Lesson

2007-10-14T13:18:00.000+05:30

So i am watching Scrubs in the middle of the night, on my iPod, the next thing i know, there is a rubber kinda thing stuck in my left ear, blocking the whole damn thing, the cool 'in-bass' earphones which i bought for 150, does this to me, was it a sign from Apple saying buy original products only?
or was it 'karma', i so do not believe in Karma, but what the heck, anything can happen, so finally my mom plucked the thing out, with that plucker thing,. sad, funny? NO.
I learnt my lesson, which was never watch Scrubs at 4 a.m :| and also that i need a new pair of earphones, anything but in-bass people!

Bump Bang~

2007-07-06T22:08:00.000+05:30

And we are back not with a bang, I have no clue why "we" haven't updated the blog, but the reason doesn't matter anyway, so yes, things haven't changed the admin is still the admin, I am still a pain in the ass, and the other "writer's" occasionally write something.
The only problem remains that will we have the traffic like we used to, i sure hope so, because the admin loves making money, through ad sense =p
The blog now will be updated every other day, or even everyday, depends.
It's still a random blog, about anything and everything.

Hack To Pieces And Tear Asunder The Bodies Of Mine Enemies

2007-07-02T22:11:00.000+05:30

My axe is wielded high over you
Poised to rip your intestines apart;
For I am the beautiful arrogant Cybele
Orgasmically pleased to savour your heart.
My crimson knife sculpts your chest,
Exposing a fear-pale airless lung.
I demand proof of your devotion:
Emasculate yourself and your young.
Offer your magnificent corpse in my service
- Grandiose funeral prostitution behold -
Your luscious skin perforated in place,
Ornamented with barbed wire of gold;
Sacrifice your ruby teardrops;
In royal thorns, enrobe yourself;
For you are my demonic priest
Sworn to suffer, pledged to myself...

The Scarlet Sail

2007-06-28T15:23:00.000+05:30

See the scarlet sail on the horizon,
The blood-red waves surround it,
Dancing before the crimson fireball
At the world’s last known limit.

Onboard, amidst the slender rigging,
The tall, billowy sails up high,
There, on the time-worn planks,
The Forsaken Crew walk by.

The men belong to a bygone era –
Last of an ancient dying race,
Their kind vanished centuries since –
They alone transcend time and space.

The wind whips their long locks,
Their faces are as cold as the sea,
Their sabers are as scarlet as their sails,
And their eyes hold unsolved mystery.

They roam the ocean’s expanse alone,
Bowing to none but the zephyr’s will.
The ghostly galleon will never be seen;
For those who do, it spells great peril.

The scarlet sails still embrace the gale,
Still attract the bull like flags of red,
The carved figurehead still stands tall,
Pointing to newer adventures ahead.

Now you may think you know everything
In this age of internet and KFCs:
But someday yet you will realize
The scarlet sail still stirs the seas…

Cassie's Monday

2007-06-22T14:58:00.000+05:30

More than four hours of sleep is a luxury only afforded to the very organised. Sunday night is the only time for doing homework. Rubbing one’s eyes as you lethargically walk up to a form room at 8.44am is normal. Such were the truths of Cassie’s morning routine. Despite many pledges to reform, Cassie had always been unable to break out of the emotionally stirring excitement of nearly missing a deadline; be it a hand in date, a coach in the morning, the doors slamming shut of the Ceptik dining hall, or that ominous meeting with the Head of the Sixth Form.

‘Norf Wes’ Lundun’ is a particularly bleak and wet part of the world for no reason other than to ruin the morning of a student. Having partied the weekend away and worked from 11pm to 3am on Sunday night, Cassie woke up bright and early. 6.45am is not a pleasant time of day for anyone but night workers finally getting to put their heads on pillows. Towelling herself off after a ludicrously hot, steamy, and sleep inducing shower, she walked across the slippery tiles to the sink. The razor was getting old. The cut was ever so slightly less effective than it had been the day before, and Cassie had to sweep twice before she was satisfied with her now silky smooth legs. Whoever had the brilliant idea of putting a clock in the bathroom did not realise that like every other surface, the clock’s face fogged up as soon as the shower door opened and the mist belched out into the freezing echoing chamber. She smiled in satisfaction, sliding her tongue across her gleaming teeth and savouring the minty freshness that would last until the crunch of the mandatory bar of sickly sweet calories or bag of fried fat.

Still walking lazily around in the darkness, the humidity of the room was too intense. Beads of sweat were beginning to appear on her forehead and having just showered, Cassie was having none of that. With an awkward movement around the sink, requiring a slightly dangerous balance on the cold wet floor, she turned the levers ninety degrees and pushed hard on the glass pane. The blast of freezing air whirled into the small dark enclosure. Reacting instinctively, Cassie sprung back slamming the window closed. Slowly but surely, the hair on the back of her neck stood erect and goosebumps protruded from her delicate arms.

Leaving the bathroom half asleep, Cassie returned to her room, disrobed and got dressed – all actions that had devolved into a programmed set of muscular movements rather than any conscious decision-making. 7.10am, she had to slip into something appropriate for the stern Head’s approval between now and 7.15. Grabbing the nearest faded and worn out but brand new t-shirt, well scrubbed jeans and an exquisite sweater from her wardrobe, she quickly got dressed whilst making a mental note of which books and files needed to be stuffed into her bag.

Five precious minutes before leaving the comfort of a warm, cosy, and snug kitchen, she picked up an assortment of whole grain, whole wheat, and whole everything delicacies from the vast array in the snacks cabinet. A thermos containing today’s exotic tea and just the right amount of milk and sugar was waiting on the dining table. The person responsible for this convenience had disappeared into another room to prepare a legal brief twenty minutes ago and would not emerge from behind her notebook computer for another hour, not even to say goodbye to her daughter. Cassie swept out of the house with all the force and grace of a silent whirlwind.

The gravel’s delicious crunch was more satisfying than any other pleasures she would allow herself to enjoy as judged by her in her infinitely jaded teenage wisdom. Soon she would be on the coach, iPod firmly planted in her perfectly formed ears to protect her from the rash, brash, and pathetically energetic younger children chatting excitedly in the front of the coach.

Her thoughts raced from the essay to be handed in, the explosions rocking her grandparents’ hometown, the aural lesson after lunch, her philandering boyfriend, and the teachers she would have to encounter that day. The meaninglessly cool music provided a gentle backdrop to her intense thoughts. Drifting onwards at fifty miles per hour alongside a blur of dull grey roads, faded gunmetal grey barriers, dirty brown and green pastures, bare trees, and a perfectly complexioned melancholy sky, the velvety smooth ride lulled her into a much-needed slumber. The smoky jazz of Norah’s latest album did much to soothe Cassie’s aching mind. Having drifted off to sleep, she was lucky to miss out on the grinding traffic jams of Toheritje Lane, Apex Corna, and the A42, but not lucky enough to avoid the effects… grunting, grumbling, and spraying greasy fumes across peaceful Hertfordshire, the lumbering coach breathlessly panted up the gradient to the modernist hut at the top of the incline. 9.00am was not a good time to arrive at school, regardless of how good your reason was. Sublimating irritation, Cassie walked down the long drive past the Preparatory School, full of snotty squealing children and overwhelmed idealistic teachers, towards the more mature and gentle Main School. Illegally and surreptitiously dashing across the court, she snuck into the brand new science block, past the eagle eyed prefects and the roaming teachers. Slipping her coat into an inadequate locker with a dented door, she composed herself before venturing out into the corridor and sliding down a banister towards a one-way door, en route to her first lesson.

The distant rumble of middle schoolers’ conversations assured her that she was in the clear; now empowered with plausible deniability she could stride confidently into the building. Designed by a man with only right angled plastic instruments and a belief that the fewer the windows the fewer the number of people staring out daydreaming, the hopelessly overwhelmed sixties architectural mishap stood at the far end of the school, surrounded by unflattering grey tarmac, with promisingly lush vegetation just beyond the line of gleaming Audis, BMWs, Mercedes Benzes, and Land Rovers parked in the teachers’ covered, red carpeted, and valet serviced parking area.

Cassie walked into her tiny classroom. Immediately curling up her nose, she exclaimed;

‘Oh God no! The stench of third formers!’

A murmuring acknowledgement followed her as the other students dragging their feet into the room settled down in absurdly cramped seats with folding desks. Idle banter about the preceding weekend followed for five or ten minutes as the class waited for their teacher. A diminutive figure glided into the room, a wave of unadulterated freshness following her into the room. The boys, previously focused intensely on PSPs, texting, and frantically scribbling down answers to maths questions, sat up showing renewed attention to events around them. At barely thirty, Mrs Jennings was a brilliant thinker who had excelled at Oxford just a few years ago. Her ideological desire to educate the future generations led her to Bunbury Aldersey. While her academic credentials were impeccable, her popularity with the sixth form male population had very little to do with that.

‘Morning boys and girls. As usual we continue studying the worthlessly dull text prescribed by PDS’ Cassie looked up in astonishment, and then realised Mrs Jennings had said nothing of the sort. As the various coffee drinkers poured the miserably bitter Nescafe filth into paper thin plastic cups, Cassie, Mrs Jennings and the other refined people waited patiently for their chance at the hot water and the much more dignified English Breakfast blend resting inconspicuously next to the large gold and red ‘Nescafe Cheap Blend Xtra’ bottles.

The lesson progressed in a manner typical of an affluent middle class school, polite niceties were generously laden onto every sentence and each point was succinct and comprehensive. By the time the class had ended, Mrs Jennings was pleasantly reassured of her set’s abilities. As the bell rang, Cassie and some of the other girls packed up their belongings and headed out while a line of boys waited to speak to Mrs Jennings.

‘Cassie!’ The voice was familiar. It belonged to a man who had not received a single essay from her all year. Mr. Livingstone was a man who would be described with absolute certainty by everyone in the lower schools as the most frightening man in the world. When a student progressed through the school into the rarefied air of the sixth form, they would get to know the reality of his personality. He was one of the kindest people in the world, something that had surprised Cassie immensely, having spent many hours experiencing the Mr. Hyde side of Mr. Livingstone on many occasions while in the middle school.

‘Cassie dear, you owe me thousands of pages worth of work, but I’m sure you’re progressing through that mountain of work with the same zeal with which you choose your outfit every morning’

‘Mr. Livingsone, I threw on this stuff without really thinking about what I was putting on. 7am is not good to me anymore’

‘I don’t think 7am is good to anyone Cassie.’

‘No sir, it isn’t. I assure you I will hand in the reams of work before the end of my time at school.’

‘I don’t believe a word of it!’ he chuckled.

They parted ways, bemused and cheered up. Mr. Livingstone knew that Cassie was handing in new work and was conscientious enough to be worried about the backlog. He knew she would be fine, despite her difficulties this year.

Cassie’s face fell after she walked through the excessively lacquered rotting double doors, down the crumbling stairs, and along the blue-stained-grey carpet, which was peeling away at the edges. She was grateful for kindness like the discourse with Mr. Livingstone, but understood the reason for the preferential treatment. From time to time Cassie’s mind returned to 11.30am, Saturday 30th September 2006. A police barricade shut off Kingsway in North Finchley, at the base of a new building. Cassie’s father was waiting in a traffic jam caused by the inconvenience when a garbage truck commandeered by stoned delinquent joyriders ploughed a hole through the Maserati. The navy blue Quattroporte did not growl up the driveway that night, instead replaced by the high-pitched whine of silver Vauxhall Astra police vehicles.

Cassie frowned, bit her lip, and resisted the urge to let a tear roll down her cheeks before looking at her watch. The absurdity of fashionable watches was that one could not really tell the time from them. Giving up, she looked at a wall clock and moved on down the crowded corridor towards the counsellor’s office in Hanbidge House. These sessions had become increasingly repetitive, worryingly introspective, and often by the time some breakthrough would be on the verge of appearing, time would run out. In a tired effort to rid herself of frustration, Cassie decided she would eliminate this worry from her life. It took up a free period, and as one of the models for the forthcoming fashion show, she wanted to spend her time preparing for that event.

Forty minutes later, Cassie emerged, as she always would; troubled, perplexed, and confused. This session focused entirely on her inability to release anger. Exactly what that had to do with her father’s death did not reveal to her, and she shrugged off the session as another tremendous waste of time. English people were supposed to be phlegmatic! Her inability to release anger apparently stemmed from her belief that it was undignified to do so. Cassie disagreed; she though it just added to the potential for wrinkles, led to shouting which is not sexy at all, and looking ungainly. While walking along the main court, she came across Ms. Ashton, an energetic and pleasant graphics teacher who enjoyed encountering various people and finding out just how they were feeling. Ms. Ashton’s kind curiousity turned her into a source of information for various teachers, a role she vehemently refused to play.

‘What Cassie told me is between her and I!’

‘Anne, Cassie is in my class, and I am desperately concerned about her.’

‘I am aware of that but I believe if she feels someone has betrayed her trust, in her vulnerable state, she will sink into depression’

Battling off various inquisitive members of staff, Ms. Ashton was a confidante for many of the students at Bunbury Aldersey. They felt she was trustworthy and that she understood the confidential nature of the secrets she was entrusted with. Cassie was unique in that she was very open, a quality that many teachers had foolishly misdiagnosed as evidence of her ability to trust people. Cassie’s openness was a result of the utter scope of the shock she was going through, and her bewilderment as to what to do with the gravity of what had happened to her. She did not know what else to do with herself, she feared that if she shut herself off, she would become an emotionless workhorse only able to cope with emotions by letting them ricochet off her defences.

The French aural lesson went very well. Cassie loved French, she enjoyed the flirtatious anecdotes spoken by Claude in his delicious accent. Claude, the bearded French assistant was a stunning example of what happens when the French try harder to produce pretty men. His gruff manly exterior belied a soft interior. Claude cried during sad scenes in films, his mood was very temperamental, he would spend lessons in ecstatic bliss when the class answered questions correctly, would be horrified if someone swore, and would be depressed if someone made a foolish mistake. Claude was a highly-strung, passionate man who had been hurt badly by the news of Cassie’s father’s death.

‘Mais she is such a good person!’ Claude protested to the Head of French

‘I know Claude, such a thing should never happen to anyone but it is all the more tragic that it happened to such a sweet and bright young lady’

‘Ce n’est pas vrais!’

‘Je sais Claude. Je sais.’

Cassie’s day was coming to an end. It had been truly exhausting. The English lesson had been typically engrossing and the French lesson engaging, but the counselling session had upset her and her delicate composure. She had woken up fine in the morning, lethargic, but capable of producing a smile when a friendly teacher passed her on a path or in a corridor. Angry with herself, angry with God and furious at the unnecessary nature of her loss, Cassie choked down a scream, instead deciding to go up to the Library and curl up in a reading corner. Now sobbing uncontrollably into the monochrome pages of Shalimar the Clown, Cassie was inconsolable. The librarians made an effort to speak to her, but she remained silent. Exasperated but sympathetic, they left her alone. She did not look up or turn the page, but after fifteen minutes the tears dried up.

The sky had darkened significantly. Cassie had descended to the Foyer and walked through the front doors. Looking out across the campus she saw the bright lights of square maths windows, and the silhouette of the music school. From the middle of the seldom-visited music school, a light was on and a solitary piano added the perfect accompaniment to the ambience of Cassie’s evening. 5.20pm was drawing closer, and the second round of coaches would be leaving soon. Reluctantly she got up and began to walk again, stumbling a little at first, but knowing with certainty that in time, she would regain her balance, but also knowing she would have to do it on her own.

Written For A school's magazine, won the best piece of literature of the year.. Was actually written as a draft on Friday 22nd December 06' when i was at the London Airport. Peace \m/

T-Search, X-Factor, K-Factor.. Aaaarrrgghh T_T

2007-06-21T15:34:00.000+05:30

TV channels had a better idea of exploiting the sms revolution n the controversy magnetism. T- Search; the hot shot channels call it TALENT SEARCH. (But when one watches the whole setup you get the point T symbolizes the directly proportional relation between TAMASHA ->TEARS->TRP.)

Watching a few episodes, its easy to figure out, you’ll find everything in show except the real stuff of which the show boasts abou, you find verbal duel between the esteemed judges, with the tone of gods (“main ye dekhuga ki tere ghar mey roti aaye" courtesy - himesh reshammiya, the noisy or may be nosy god, to one of the contestants). You’ll go into the contestants house learning how much the family , neighboring family, colony street dogs, drain pipe’s bacteria, love them .the real challenge they face seems to be the number of different looks that can be given to the contestants.

What feels real bad is the way these contestants, the common aspirants looking for a platform, are told how much they suck in the most dramatically humiliating way the judges can think of , on national TV. I wonder, what would be the scenario if these judge’s (with bizarre titles and slogans “panch parmeshwar” being one of the many) own struggling time, with their share of humiliation, was broadcasted, bet TRP would be high enough to give K factor lady sleepless nights) .You can actually find the k factor background music n special effects in here!

Idea of providing an accessible stage to common people was great, if only the focus was on purpose and the judges more dignified. As far as the TRP rating is concerned, a real talent hunt would have attracted masses. But these daily soap inspired talent search shows are not doing what they claim in theory. It’s easily evident that the real purpose has been lost somewhere amidst all the searching being done on TV. Switch it off…. please.

I.Hate.Myself.

2007-06-21T13:12:00.000+05:30

I can't remember the last time I felt so unwanted and worthless.
Possibly I deserve to be cast away.
Possibly it's time someone made me feel this way.
They say, pride comes before a fall.
I've told myself ten thousand times that I will never trust again.
Yet I do so, ten thousand times over, through the pain.
Why should I?
Remind me not to. It is safer.
It is a well-known fact that anesthesia is a drug which causes no pleasurable sensations.
But anesthetized people cannot feel pain.
That is all that matters.

Tha above poem is written by me, thus proving creativity ain't dead, peace \m/

Window (does not) Own!

2007-06-20T01:17:00.000+05:30

Microsoft's is one of the most successive companies in the world today Below is a comprehensive list of all versions of Windows released by Microsoft.

Release date	Version	Analysis
June 1985	Windows 1.01	Horrible.
August 1986	Windows 1.03	What a piece of crap.
Dec. 1987	Windows 2.03	See above.
June 1988	Windows 2.1	Lame.
May 1990	Windows 3.0	WTF
April 1992	Windows 3.1	3.1, new and still crappy!
October 1992	Windows For Workgroups 3.1	Yawn.
Feb. 1993	Microsoft Bob	Cool name, but it eats tits.
August 1993	Windows NT 3.1	Meh.
Nov. 1993	Windows For Workgroups 3.11	What the hell is a "workgroup"?
Sept. 1994	Windows NT 3.5	BULLSHIT! Sucks.
Nov. 1994	Windows NT 3.51	Windows 3.5 for the 1337.
August 1995	Windows 95	Finally, something good.
Sept. 1996	Windows NT 4.0	Whatever.
June 1998	Windows 98	Yay for memory leaks!
Feb. 2000	Windows 2000	Blue screen of death in a box.
July 2000	Windows Me	See above.
October 2001	Windows XP (SP2 Prof.)	Pwns.
April 2003	Windows Server 2003	K.
Nov. 2006	Windows Vista	More like Windows Gaysta, lol.

If you don't agree with me, well I can't do anything about it, cause i don't wanna waste my time over some crap thing like Windows, if u love windows or hate windows the fact remains they own the market share (not for long)....
peace \m/

Table taken from Here

The Illusion Is My Truth

2007-06-19T19:15:00.000+05:30

I stare at the passengers, but see
None of the myriad people before me.
I see a land locked away in my memories
And a sudden smile – in my dreams I see.
But the fantasy is so real, so vivid.
Why should I ever let go?

I know the absurdity of life,
That I am happy… SO HAPPY!
And the hurt tears my insides,
The pain rips apart my body.
Like the survivor of a shipwreck
I still cling to what I know.

I have so much to give, so much
Love to offer my beloved.
My helplessness mocks me
“What have you received?”
I still give my shadow smile
My phantom hand touches the same.

And they kiss and then they laugh
Those pairs on the train never part.
I alone shut my eyes, I lean back
And a tiny flicker grows in my heart.
No wind can blow out its glow.
But no wind will fan it into flame.

Actually Written by a friend but revised version by me ... Peace \m/

Endlessly

2007-06-19T05:20:00.000+05:30

There's a part of me you'll never know
The only thing I'll never show

Hopelessly I'll love you endlessly
Hopelessly I'll give you everything
But I won't give you up
I won't let you down
And I won't leave you falling
If the moment ever comes

It's plain to see it's trying to speak
Cherished dreams forever asleep
Hopelessly I'll love you endlessly
Hopelessly I'll give you everything
But I won't give you up
I won't let you down
And I won't leave you falling
If the moment ever comes

Hopelessly I'll love you endlessly
Hopelessly I'll give you everything
But I won't give you up
I won't let you down
And I won't leave you falling
But the moment never comes

- Endlessly (Muse: Absolution)

So I just woke up. Was still groggy so thought Id lie down for a "little" while more(don't we all :P). I turned on my ipod and tried goin' back to sleep(That is how I sleep :\ ). Didn't help. So again, I just woke up.

Tuned into Youtube and saw a new cover had come from a guy I subscribe to. I decided to give it a look. Was a song "Endlessly" by a band called Muse. Never heard of these guys or heard these guys before. But the song simply owns. Amazingly written and mind blowingly performed. Heard to some more of their songs and it looks like the band is in fact very very good. Look up some of their live stuff on Youtube. You wont regret it. I'm getting my Absolution disc as soon as the store opens. I recommend you do the same. :)

PS: Heres the cover of the song done by Dave Biggs aka xylopolist from Youtube. Awesome voice. His covers surely own. Do check out his other covers and his originals. This guy definitely knows his music XD.

The Thump _|_ !

2007-06-18T12:05:00.001+05:30

I have been in one of those moods again lately. You know the mood when anger takes over everything and nothing else matters.. i needed to hear noise lots of it to keep my mind sedated. The traffic honking outside did not make a difference and the rickshaw trying to hustle their way out of morning traffic jam seemed mute. The freaking silence was killing me. Even my iPod wasn't helping. I switched on the telly in an attempt to add to my commotion. It's strange actually that how sometimes useless babble of the T.V helps. The mind was just beginning to settle down when I saw for the 100th time the Thump ad! Hrithik Roshan putting Micheal Jackson to shame!...wtf? I saw the whole ad and just blinked that was my only reaction.. did that make any sense? he just kept dancing..wad does even that have to do with a mobile phone ad? I then hacked into the highly confidential marketing plan and here's what I found ...
.) Audiences between the age of 19-24 look up to Hrithik as an Icon!
.)Hrithik's cheesy dance steps will get them inspired to buy the product .
.)The youth seems to like the word "Hump" so let's call this "Thump".
.)Put him in a kurta and people will think it's fashionable.

WTF???

Note to self - If Hrithik is truly a youth icon, we need a thump on our heads

P.S - The commercial is down there.. if it makes sense to you..please let me know
Also I am working on my spellings and grammatical errors cause of the admin :P...(and also he doesn't let me use abuses.. :S )

Peace \m/

Indie Music.\m/

2007-06-17T18:27:00.000+05:30

Indie Music - In popular music, indie music (from independent) is any of a number of genres, scenes, subcultures and stylistic and cultural attributes, characterized by perceived independence from commercial pop music and mainstream culture and an autonomous, do-it-yourself (DIY) approach. ( all hail Wikipedia \m/)

Well the definition says it all. but what people don't know is that Indie music is catching on with mainstream music. which is a big deal. cuz these indie bands neither have the resources nor tha company music recording labels backing dem up. so its hard. It is like open source softwares in a way(in g33ky terms that is) actually the kinda work the same way. low resources, mostly excellent content, free (mostly).

Some Indie band put their songs out for free just to gain the popularity. some put the whole album on free..some put a few songs. some on the other hand don't put any songs out for free. but they're reasonably priced compared too the mainstream music labels.

Indie Music has been around for a decade nearly. but the revival came about through the medium of the cloud (internet), stores like iTunes, Amazon sell Indie Music. Indie Music, is becoming more huge by the second.
Artists like Bright Eyes, Hellogoodbye, Hinder, Levitikus , Demonic Resurrection (DR) ,Arcade Fire, Oasis, Snow Patrol are some of them :D

Basic Point - Indie Owns \m/ and soon its gonna be head to head with the main stream music labels.

Peace \m/
P.S- Don't expect 2 topics to be posted by me everyday :P . I just had some free time

Honey, Where's My Singing Shoes?

2007-06-17T16:37:00.000+05:30

Imagine a platform where you could contribute your own music, meet up with various artists form all over and even get together and release your own album!! Well TempoStand offers you that and much more…

TempoStand is a platform that promotes independent musicians in India. It is not specific to any genre. Hindustani, Sufi, Folk, Rock, Jazz, Punk, Carnatic, Blues and all other genres are invited. The more crazier it is the better. To be a part of TempoStand you only need to be original. Everything on the site is Creative Commons BY-SA, so everyone is free to mix and share.

TempoStand aims at being a complete music portal, a place where people can create, share, mix, remix music. It aims to foster creativity in music and grows with the user. It provides a common platform to all bands which dont have a banner’s, as well as solo artists in the country independent of the genre of the music they create. It is an attempt to provide a chance to the many artists, musicians, and composers who fade into the oblivion because they do not have resources to reach out to the audience.

In just 45 days of its launch they have announced their first album Light. Featuring 8 artists from Ahmedabad, Light’s music is categorized under classical, semi classical, folk, fusion, instrumental, jugalbandi, light classical and sugam sangeet. TempoStand offers its users the unique opportunity to hear the songs before actually placing an order for the album. Users can hear to the songs online and if they like them can then place a order.

Visit their official site ( www.tempostand.com )

-original post on: Gurus

Bleh

2007-06-17T15:46:00.000+05:30

This is my first post. And I ain't new to blogging. but reading my post can be quite tiring to new readers because well; i write like a 15 yr old; duh because I AM a 15 yr old. So, well some authors are really smart here. n please don't count me in their category because me; I'm different (like Apple "Think different" :P ). I am a g33k, n thats the way i write it.

So a brief introduction about me - well, I am no normal person , understanding me is a difficult task. for some people, they haven't understood me in years. gals can't understand me. guys just don't have any reason to understand me. people say m crazy. well, i take that as a compliment and move on. people say i am insane. as a matter of fact, i am. everything about me is different. my sense of humor is dry n sarcastic at times. maybe a bit lame, but thats how i am. n m not gonna change. My high school life just got over and well, i wasn't a nerd in school. so yeah, people liked me. (loved me would be too gay because i was in a boys school).

I like music. actually like is an understatement, i love music. i listen up to 82 trax per day. m no genre divided guy. i listen to what i like. but metal and punk own \m/. I abuse a lot. really a lot. but thats not the side you are gonna see. until i rant about something. i am an "inexpressive jerk" as called by my girlfriend(s) :| . i don't express myself. therefore it takes time knowing me. i got things called mood swings. which people who are lucky enough can see it :P. mostly its my friends. and some people in any random chat room. i don't believe in physical fights. i believe in verbal raping.y? because i have the wits to do it.

I hate Microsoft to teh core. not because they suck. well, yes thats a reason. the main reason is that they copy. i also hate self centered people. i hate social networking and i hate uhmm, well loads of things. i don't get along with people *_* n this is tha most honest iintroduction have written about myself.
My friend told me that "Creativity is Dead" so, here i am, trying my best to get back that Creativity back.

Creativity- is a mental process involving the generation of new ideas or concepts, or new associations between existing ideas or concepts. (yes i copied that from Wikipedia :P).

anyways I am bored now. so peace \m/

P-S - I suck at spellings and i had to use the firefox dictionary so many times..!!god!
P.P.S- The picture I put is just because of the rules. or i wouldn't bother. y? because m lazy. n i like dat pic :P

Jobs Anyone?

2007-06-17T11:36:00.000+05:30

Okay. So its been a few months since this blogs been here. And the one thing that I dont see here is any Steve Jobs related post.

And now that a stable"er" version of safari is out for windows, i guess this is the best time (sorry couldn't think of anything better :P).

I personally like Jobs because he is such a larger than life figure even after having his own share of very publicly known and talked about flaws. And an attitude which in his own words always screams:

"I want to put a ding in the universe."

He is a master at what he does. (And no we're not going to discuss what is it that he actually does :P.) I guess me writing about him is just glorifying him, which just plain sucks. So here are some of his own words. Read them and form your own opinion.

Here's to the crazy ones, the misfits, the rebels, the troublemakers, the round pegs in the square holes. the ones who see things differently -- they're not fond of rules. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them, but the only thing you can't do is ignore them because they change things. they push the human race forward, and while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius, because the ones who are crazy enough to think that they can change the world, are the ones who do.

Almost everything--all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure--these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of other's opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

In most people's vocabularies, design means veneer. It's interior decorating. It's the fabric of the curtains of the sofa. But to me, nothing could be further from the meaning of design. Design is the fundamental soul of a human-made creation that ends up expressing itself in successive outer layers of the product or service.

So we went to Atari and said, 'Hey, we've got this amazing thing, even built with some of your parts, and what do you think about funding us? Or we'll give it to you. We just want to do it. Pay our salary, we'll come work for you.' And they said, 'No.' So then we went to Hewlett-Packard (HP), and they said, 'Hey, we don't need you. You haven't got through college yet.'

Sometimes when you innovate, you make mistakes. It is best to admit them quickly, and get on with improving your other innovations.

The problem with Microsoft is that they have no taste. They have no taste and I don't mean that in a small way, I mean that in a big way.

I'm the only person I know that's lost a quarter of a billion dollars in one year; It's very character-building. (Apple Confidential 2.0)

I'm as proud of what we don't do as I am of what we do.

I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life. (Stanford University commencement address, June 12, 2005)

It's better to be a pirate than to join the Navy.(Odyssey: Pepsi to Apple)

My girlfriend always laughs during sex - no matter what she's reading.

Apple has some tremendous assets, but I believe without some attention, the company could, could, could -- I'm searching for the right word -- could, could die. (On his return as interim CEO, in Time, Aug. 18, 1997)

Nobody has tried to swallow us since I've been here. I think they are afraid how we would taste. (Apple shareholder meeting, April 22, 1998)

Well, again, in his words, "Insanely Great" ;)

?

2007-06-15T08:13:00.001+05:30

Whats with the images before all the posts? Here this is my image. Sorry it doesn't get any bigger.

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Ahh my first post. I don't know how many people read this and I have read very few of the posts myself. However, I am a member of this blog so I felt now that I am free and doing nothing, prolly Id start contributing here.

But there is a problem. I am new to blogging. Also for those who want to point out that its just another form of writing and expressing, I am new to writing. So Im not very sure as to what exactly am i supposed to be doing here.

I guess no one reading this blog actually knows who I am. My profile obviously doesn't help in this regard. Well, I intend to keep it that way, so no one knows about my quality of writing. But no harm can obviously come from what I am. As a person, friend etc. So I guess Ill start by talking about myself and see where things go from there.

Now that I come to think of it, the title reveals a lot about me actually. I am your perfect geekish skeptic, if there ever was one. I doubt myself, people around me, people around those people around me, people those people around... well you get my point. But in general I talk with such force that people tend to believe that I believe in myself and I am a confident person. I love people who doubt me and raise valid questions. I never agree with them as a rule of thumb because well, "I doubt them". But it helps me. It helps me smooth out my thoughts. More often than not, it improves upon my ideas. Generally not in a way that was suggested but yes, because of the way that was suggested. So, well, everybody wins.

Also, people, in general, and girls, in particular, hate me. I, well, I reciprocate the feelings I get to the fullest. Our mutual dislike of each other keeps us from *shudder* talking to each other in general. Again, everybody wins.

Obviously, I don't give a damn about what anyone thinks of me. There used to be a time when I did. But that part of me is long since dead and I have stopped mourning over it now.

There are many theories as to why I am the way I am. None of them however cast me in a very Stallone-ish/Hannibal-ish kind of a role so, well, they don't get a mention here.

So, am I a hateful person? Absolutely not.

I love a lot of things and people. I have very few friends *no cookies for guessing why* and I have, a great family. I don't know or care if I am worthy of such friends or family but I love all of them and care a lot about them. I am still in the process of figuring out how I ended up with such(or any, for that matter) friends. I guess they found me out and *gasp* "liked" something about me. Also, none of them judged me and felt the compulsive need to classify me into a stereotype, like I'm sure many of you are doing right now. Don't get me wrong. I don't hate you guys. I'm just far too self absorbed to care.

Aww, here is a typical high school reject eh? Nope. I was also one of the most popular guys in high school and I went to a very good college. So, think again.

I like silence. I like cool whether. I don't mind distance, from both my family and friends. I believe very very strongly that you don't need to be next to someone to love him or her. So no, I'm not indifferent about my family or friends. I'm just indifferent about the distance between us. I just need my computer to survive.

I hate sucky computers. And I define what sucky means. I get irritated, bored, amused and angry faster than you can say uncle. I hate it when people ask too many questions and hate it even more when those questions are foolish. I hate people being silent because that forces me to talk, the one thing I hate more than the aforementioned point.

I love beauty in almost all forms. I like colors, individually or mixed. I like beautiful music. In any genre. I like nature. I like Apple computer products. I even have a *omfg* girlfriend like my co author here. And I love her; a lot. I like sex and sensuality. I don't think they are sins as long as you have your heart in the right place. There are very few things I am dead certain about (refer above), and trust me when i say, you don't wanna argue with me over those things. The line before the last one happens to be one of them. Another thing me and the blog author have in common. I like singing(croaking) to my girlfriend. That probably wouldn't count as beauty in any form, but still.

I recently came across this: "Beauty is the summation of parts, working together in such a way that nothing needed to be added, taken away or altered." I see my girlfriend in this. (She, however, begs to differ but then I guess thats what girls do, they hate themselves. Probably the reason why they need guys the most. But then, what do I know, I'm just a geek.)

I'm bored now. Now how do you end an introduction? Darn, I'm bad at this.

Blank.

2007-05-30T21:29:00.000+05:30

"Damn this pain!"
"Dear Lord! Can someone turn off the sun?"
"I wish I could just turn this sweating off somehow."

Most of us have, at some point in our lives, have said one or more of these things. Most of us have gotten hurt so bad that we wished for some way to turn off the pain. And we have. By medication, cursing, shouting.. the means are irrelevant. Most of us hate being in pain. We always wonder if "everything has a reason"; where pain fits in the grand scheme of things. The obvious reason would be to appreciate not being in pain. Yeah well, this reason applies to almost anything that humans don't like. Why do we need pain, seriously?

This is one question, I had never thought of, ever. I didn't care for pain much and that was that. Pain is bad. period. We don't need pain and mosquitoes.

And then I saw a medical drama I watch every week (Not quite as dramatic as one would have hoped for, but anyway). And it seriously forced me to think. The results?

We need pain. We need it to survive. We might even call ourselves lucky we feel pain.

Instead of going into too much detail regarding the whys and the hows, I'll let the readers decide for themselves.

http://www.smm.org/buzz/blog/she_feels_no_pain
http://basicindia.typepad.com/basicindia/2005/08/a_brief_look_at.html

Waiting For The World To Change.

2007-04-26T21:01:00.000+05:30

The past year has been one of the most difficult of my life

Of tears and pain, despair and frustration, of defeat n more tears..

But as the pain subsides and one looks back..

It has mostly been about people & relationships.

People you called family acting worse than your deadliest enemies and strangers you just got acquainted with supporting you to unimaginable levels.

And it’s been about hope.

As the storm subsides, hope like a seed in hibernation slowly awakens and starts spreading its roots.. this time deeper than before so as to take on a much stronger storm this time.

And last but not the least it’s been about Patience.

So as I patiently wait for the world to change..

Chances are so do the ones I HOPE will change. :D

And so we keep on waiting.. waiting for the world to change. ;)

Silent Nights

2007-04-22T01:44:00.000+05:30

silver night, golden flames,
one and one become one,
breathe hard, breathe hardly,
come closer, come melt in my arms,
come deeper, lest the stars may see.

and i open my eyes,
serenity dreaming next to me,
theres no heaven in the skies,
its right here, on her face tonight.

its magic when she smiles,
In a trance i smile, her smile,
then she moves,
and i hold my breath,
afraid to wake her up,
curling deeper into my arms,
the sweet angel dreams on.

i lie back and close my eyes,
listening to her breath,
singing against the silence of the night.

shes chaos,
and my bliss.
shes a dream,
and my reality.
shes the past,
and my present.
shes free,
and shes mine.

Time, Work, Chaos.

2007-04-12T06:00:00.000+05:30

We'll do it all
Everything
On our own

We don't need Anything Or anyone
If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world

I don't quite know
How to say
How I feel
Those three words, are said too much
they're not enough
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life

Let's waste time
Chasing cars

Around our heads

I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own
All that I am All that I ever was Is here in your perfect eyes They're all I can see

I don't know where
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things
Will never change for us at all

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

-Chasing Cars: Snow Patrol (Album: Eyes Open)[Review: Must listen to/Pure Pwnage]

We think we have time. Time to work, time to learn, time to love and time to be ourselves. Do we?

We think "this" is the last big thing staring at us. We think we'll make things up once "this" is done. We'll turn back to normal then because then, then we'll have time. Do we?

As soon as somethings done we want another. We're so busy we don't dream anymore. Sometimes we discover passion. Sometimes we discover love. And its another thing for us to do. Is it?

We dont have time to tune out and live just because. No other reason. No work. No nothing. Just a joyous realisation of being here. A celebration of who we are.
We dont have time to look into ourselves and smile just because. No other reason.
We dont have time to go mad about our passion just because. No other reason.

Do three words said over and over again matter more than a quiet thoughtless moment spent with your loved one?
Do we really have to "try" to be what we really are deep inside?
Do filthy excuses really make up for the time lost not doing what you love?

Cant we say no and make time?
Cant we stop running and breathe?
Cant the world stop spinning for, even if just for a moment?
Cant we just tune everything and everyone out and feel the cool wind kiss us?
Can we stand still and just smell life; smell love?

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Standards and Firefox

2007-04-06T12:55:00.000+05:30

Sorry for the geeky post..but i couldnt resist!!

Firefox owns yet again (Y)

The Thinker

2007-03-23T16:17:00.000+05:30

This happens to be my first post around here; sorry to say this isn't goin to be a cheery start.
The last 10 days have been awful, to say the least. Ive realized many things, most of them not exactly the goody goody types. Ironically, the 10 days before that were almost like a dream come to life(A half nude holi included :D). I guess life and irony are, in fact, synonymous.

The first thing to hit me in the past few days is my habit of judging people every so often. So much so that there are people i don't like just because their look pisses me off. A stupid grin or a over smart conversation, it could be anything. And as easy as it is for me to judge and write someone off, its equally difficult for me to take them back in life. Oh, and here comes the catch. Life's not so understanding and will make you work with even your most genuine enemy. So, well, you get my point.
What i feel is, all this happens because I'm a loner at heart. And a very very big loner. If I had it my way, i guess I'd shut even myself out. I guess all my judgments are just ways to shut people out of my life. And when i shut someone out, i bolt the door so tight and strong that all the mighty heavens put together couldn't break it open.
Of course, on the upside, the fact is that more often than not i shut the right people out. And the people i don't, really really really pass the test of fire and are worthy :D. Obviously, there is no such thing as shutting the right people out in the new interconnected times. You never know who you might need. Even the most useless of beings might serve some purpose at some point in time. Crazy as it may sound, but i belong to the old school of thought. The age of chivalry, secrecy, ethics and being independent. But i guess its time to evolve. Not on the inner core values front, but on the outside. I guess ill not fight myself anymore. Ill just be a pretender. You know, the good old hypocrite. Shut people out and still be on talking terms with them. :D

One thing I really want to do is to stop judging. Or at least allow the person to actually act before writing him/her off. Try try try. Bah. Probably in the next lifetime :).

The one thing thats impossible for me is to "chat up" a acquaintance with someone. But still somehow i manage to know a lot of people and a lot of people manage to know me. But then i hardly know any of those people at all. Also, Ive noticed a certain habit in these people. Almost all of them want to talk. No one knows about what but they do know they wanna talk. And well, I'm not so big on the small talk front. In fact not so big is a terrible understatement. I have no idea about small talk :S. I am however "big" on the listening front. That is why I'm in love with anyone who knows how to initiate a meaningless conversation and continue it for at least half an hour with as little help from me as possible. And that is not me being sarcastic. I seriously love those people. In fact, almost everyone I'm close to displays this particular trait. Its like they lend a hand where I fall short. :). Its a shame people like these are few and rarely found.
Anyways summing it all in as little words as possible; My "people skills" suck. Period.

Another thing that came forward all of a sudden and grabbed the spotlight was how much i suck as a team leader of a team of strangers. More so, when the strangers believe in talking more than working. Some may wish to point out that it is unfair to blame yourself if the team is incompetent. Well blame it on the old school of thought again. By my definition, a team leader should be able to make even the worst kind of pathetic time wasters to work. By hook or by crook. But Ive tried everything. And nothing seems to work. Not motivation, not examples set by the leader. In setting examples though, I at least get my end of the work done :D. I hate to be the rat and go crying to my mentor for help, but that seems to be the only course of action left now. Welcome to kindergarten. :(
Maybe all this is again because if my failed public relations system. I really can't say.

Also another thing Ive realized is team leaders don't make many friends. Certainly not with their teams. :)
But then it is also true that making friends with the team motivates them to work harder and give in their best. Again you need to assess the team 1st. Making friends with the most lethargic team ever can also make them grow even more comfortable and parasitic. With you, obviously, as their host.
Anyways, one thing is clear. My team leading skills need some major work. And I think i know just the right person to help me out in this regard. Ironically, Hes the person i fight with the most and respect the most.

A very strange phenomenon has also come to my notice. People, knowingly or unknowingly, like taking credit for my work and ideas. This has happened so very often in the past few days that it has got me thinking. In simple words, I hate it. This happening on a regular basis. Oh my God, I hate it more :S. A certain someone would love to point out this trait as my being leonine. Whatever the reason, it sucks. And ironically the reason is me again. My inability or rather extreme hesitance in talking to strangers leads me to shell out ideas to those I know. And those i know serve as the media of transfer of the idea. And as is obvious, the idea automatically gets credited to the one who brings it. Even if he or she doesn't claim it. Its human nature to give the messenger the credit. Because people like me are rare and hardly seen. Anyhow, I still hate this fact.
Also it seems like God has blessed me with the ability to Recreate and Renovate. Innovation hardly comes to me. But modifying an idea so much that the original hardly seems noticeable is my forte. And it turns out it is the innovator who is congratulated. Not the renovator who makes the idea almost fool proof and presentable. It hardly matters if the original idea was like a castle of cards. And again it sucks. And oh my God, I sound like a child craving for attention :S.

Question: don't we all?

Also in the past few days Ive realized that Ive become an extremely dependent person. Theres a certain someone I like. Like like a lot. In fact, a lot more than a lot. And the good part is the certain someones a she :D. The better part is she likes me in the exact same way. The bad part is we live like a thousand miles apart. And no thats not a phrase. Thats almost exactly how far the place is from here. Again the good part is Ive made my peace with this fact. And Ive fallen in love with the cellphone. But in the past few days certain things have happened that have made me feel like a pathetic loser. Things and circumstances have gone bad and Ive found that I am unable to cope with it all. Lately Ive just been sitting here(literally) and cursing anything and everything that comes to my mind. And yea that includes me too. I have a habit of suppressing my desperation and sadness with anger. And boy am i angry. I hate losing, specially to the things life throws at me. But lately Ive done nothing but lose. And Ive gone from depressed to frustrated and now angry.

I seriously hate what Ive become. And I have very very seriously decided to change it all now. Life sux. Doesn't mean you stop living.

Iris

2007-03-21T11:42:00.000+05:30

And I'd give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now

And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight

And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything seems like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know your alive

And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am.

-Goo Goo Dolls: City of Angels OST

This song is arguably one of the finest songs ever written. Goo Goo Dolls doesn't perform a ballad nor does it perform a no holds bound Alternative Rock anthem. What it does is perform a high energy ballad that retains, very very successfully, the essence if Alternative Rock.

In very simple terms, this song is a must listen to. Its right up there in the pure pwnage list. :)

PS: This song is also an example of why poop...oops pop singers shouldn't mess around with rock. In other words Ronan Keating's cover sucks. Seriously makes me cry and my ears bleed. And its even more obvious when you listen to the two songs back to back.
I also hear Avril Lavigne has covered this song too. Seriously, what the hell? STOP MESSING WITH A CLASSIC. And no Avril's not rock. Although she manages to shout quite a bit. :D
Shes better off with her own songs. Covering rock classics ain't exactly her thing. I still remember the way she r*ped Metallica's classic Fuel. And in front of Metallica too :D.

Anyways just go and listen to the original song. Simply speaking; It owns.

Valentines...

2007-02-14T00:13:00.000+05:30

yey! the spring fever season is here!

no descriptions or lengthy compositions this time around..

This is something that has to be felt to be believed and realised. :)

may peace nd smiles be the theme of your season this time.

cheers!

Hope, Survival.. Desperation?

2007-01-27T16:27:00.000+05:30

I lost all faith in my God, in his religion too
I told the angels they could sing their songs to someone new
I lost all trust in my friends
I watched my heart turn to stone
I thought that I was left to walk this wicked world alone

Tonight I'll dust myself off
Tonight I'll suck my gut in
I'll face the night and I'll pretend
I got something to believe in

And I had lost touch with reason
I watched life criticize the truth
Been waiting for a miracle
I know you have too

Though I know I won't win
I'll take this one on the chin
We'll raise a toast and I'll pretend
I got something to believe in

If I don't believe in Jesus, how can I believe the Pope
If I don't believe in heroin, how can I believe in dope
If there's nothing but survival, how can I believe in sin
In a world that gives you nothing
We need something to believe in

If I don't believe in Jesus, how can I believe the Pope
If I don't believe in heroin, how can I believe in dope
If there's nothing but survival, how can I believe in sin
In a world that gives you nothing
We need something to believe in

(Something To Believe In: Bon Jovi 'These Days')

Too many ideas. Too many things to do. Overflowing knowledge..Confusion..

And we're back to White :) .

Pitch Black.

2007-01-23T00:13:00.000+05:30

Prologue:

Has the author finally conformed to the weird notion that people seem to harbor within themselves; the notion of chaos as being dark, Black, and maybe even evil?

No.

Chaos is and will always be white. And mostly very positive. For the endlessly argumentative, the reason is simple and straight. The notion of black and dark essentially stem from nothingness. And chaos, well, it is anything But nothing. Still not convinced? Go scream out on your blog then :\

And evil? the only thing evil about chaos is the fact that it is essentially very beautiful. And Majestic beauty leads to desire of many kinds, which again is seemingly evil. (Very ironically the same holds for black. But that doesn't make it synonymous with chaos. Mainly because they hold for white too and I'm sure no one would like to argue on black's equality with white :\. Moreover, I say so, and its my blog ;))
-----

Darkness seems to be the theme of the year. If not for me then surely for people i care about the most. And as my 1st post says, this blog reflects what i feel. Which is Emptiness. A kind of void, neither saddening nor endearing. Ive always felt all the rules, the so called ways of life have been a farce. A kind of training we all undergo to be fit to be called sociable. In a very sadistic yet humorous way it feels not very different than the "OK tested" stickers on toys et al.

Its strange to see how your own flesh and blood will torture, threaten and beat u up mentally just to make you conformable to social norms. And seemingly there's no end to it. Social order and society must come first. The same society and people who wont forget to use and stab u given enough material reason.

Raises doubts as to who to call your own. Is it the so called family? Or friends? Or the perfect stranger who hears your plight as you talk, fight and live most of your life on the phone in the bus? Or maybe death and deception?

Me i don't consider the last option at all. Fighting doesn't deem to get anyone anywhere, but everyone seems to agree hope does.

Hope. What i comfortably and intentionally left out of the list of things that are your own. Because I've hoped. And lost. Maybe a tougher fight and brighter hopes await. New Horizons yet to be explored. Move on, dream again. Love again.

Give yourself time and it'll happen. Does true love die and wither away? Do true lovers?

Maybe they do. Maybe enough distance and hard work help. Maybe pain becomes just another one of your habits, regular breakdowns one of your character flaws.

But for the time being, "The Dream" is just a lie.

As they say, Time heals all wounds. Will it heal the wounds of the death of a smiling soul?

A soul that was almost mine.

Not in this lifetime I guess.

*Spl. Note: The Blog had turned to a black theme for a few days, a few days back. Obviously, we're back now.*

Happy New Ka0s

2007-01-19T22:49:00.000+05:30

"The Gods themselves envy us,For we are mortal and thus have, Something to strive for, Something to live for, Something to die for.

Immortality beckons...Live a life worth remembering!"

Came across this jus now..nd had a random realization that its 2007! New year chhe!!Nd my blog is lackin the customary New Year WISSSSHHH!!

So here it is(pretty late :blush:), but may everyone writing n reading this blog begin his/her new year, at least from this day on, on this note.

Later.

Ken JI \m/

2006-12-17T16:57:00.000+05:30

"Kenji" : Fort Minor

My father came from Japan in 1905
He was 15 when he immigrated from Japan
He worked until he was able to buy - to actually build a store

Let me tell you the story in the form of a dream,
I don't know why I have to tell it but I know what it means,
Close your eyes, just picture the scene,
As I paint it for you, it was World War II,
When this man named Kenji woke up,
Ken was not a soldier,
He was just a man with a family who owned a store in LA,
That day, he crawled out of bed like he always did,
Bacon and eggs with wife and kids,
He lived on the second floor of a little store he ran,
He moved to LA from Japan,
They called him 'Immigrant,'
In Japanese, he'd say he was called "Issei,"
That meant 'First Generation In The United States,'
When everyone was afraid of the Germans, afraid of the Japs,
But most of all afraid of a homeland attack,
And that morning when Ken went out on the doormat,
His world went black 'cause,
Right there; front page news,
Three weeks before 1942,
"Pearl Harbour's Been Bombed And The Japs Are Comin',"
Pictures of soldiers dyin' and runnin',
Ken knew what it would lead to,
Just like he guessed, the President said,
"The evil Japanese in our home country will be locked away,"
They gave Ken, a couple of days,
To get his whole life packed in two bags,
Just two bags, couldn't even pack his clothes,
Some folks didn't even have a suitcase, to pack anything in,
So two trash bags is all they gave them,
When the kids asked mom "Where are we goin'?"
Nobody even knew what to say to them,
Ken didn't wanna lie, he said "The US is lookin' for spies,
So we have to live in a place called Manzanar,
Where a lot of Japanese people are,"
Stop it don't look at the gunmen,
You don't wanna get the soldiers wonderin',
If you gonna run or not,
'Cause if you run then you might get shot,
Other than that try not to think about it,
Try not to worry 'bout it; bein' so crowded,
Someday we'll get out, someday, someday.

As soon as war broke out
The F.B.I. came and they just come to the house and
"You have to come"
"All the Japanese have to go"
They took Mr. Ni
People didn't understand
Why did they have to take him?
Because he's an innocent laborer

So now they're in a town with soldiers surroundin' them,
Every day, every night look down at them,
From watch towers up on the wall,
Ken couldn't really hate them at all;
They were just doin' their job and,
He wasn't gonna make any problems,
He had a little garden with vegetables and fruits that,
He gave to the troops in a basket his wife made,
But in the back of his mind, he wanted his families life saved,
Prisoners of war in their own damn country,
What for?
Time passed in the prison town,
He wanted them to live it down when they were free,
The only way out was joinin' the army,
And supposedly, some men went out for the army, signed on,
And ended up flyin' to Japan with a bomb,
That 15 kilotonne blast, put an end to the war pretty fast,
Two cities were blown to bits; the end of the war came quick,
Ken got out, big hopes of a normal life, with his kids and his wife,
But, when they got back to their home,
What they saw made them feel so alone,
These people had trashed every room,
Smashed in the windows and bashed in the doors,
Written on the walls and the floor,
"Japs not welcome anymore."
And Kenji dropped both of his bags at his sides and just stood outside,
He, looked at his wife without words to say,
She looked back at him wiping tears away,
And, said "Someday we'll be okay, someday,"
Now the names have been changed, but the story's true,
My family was locked up back in '42,
My family was there it was dark and damp,
And they called it an internment camp

When we first got back from camp... uhh
It was... pretty... pretty bad

I, I remember my husband said
"Are we gonna stay 'til last?"
Then my husband died before they close the camp.

I Don't particularly care about rap that much. Mainly cuz i don't see too much point in listening to someone blurting out a string of rhyming abusives to a dhin chak beat in the background. then again mike shinoda and co. (excuse my ignorance, but as far as i know, its different than LP) change all that with fort minor. his rhymes really pwn :D

bottom line: even the rock(you rule \m/) and pop (eww to you btw :P) purists should give it a try.

ps. kenji kinda reminds me of the post partition struggle that India had to go through. (err.. yea i wasn't there, but we all have seen the movies and read the books now.. haven't we :) ). being driven out of what you always presumed to be yours. being driven out by whom you always presumed to be yours. and by the looks of it, the country seems to be heading for a invisible partition again. only this time, it seems to be on the basis of caste as well as religion. its kinda hard to figure what exactly are the atrocities the upper caste is infliction on the so called minorities. :\ and if economic equality is what we are aiming for, shouldn't the basis of segregation be economy?
maybe its a tit for tat funda. you oppressed them in the past.. now you pay :|

and then they say India suffers from a lack of nationalism amongst the youth and an increasing tendency to shift base abroad.

who can blame them?

Konfuzion :\

2006-12-16T23:16:00.000+05:30

ahh...so, nothin seems to be goin your way? everywhere u step things seem to fall apart, eh? Oh, but the little voice inside your head tells u to move on. things will surely get better. keep working.

and so u do it. keep working. sometimes things do get better. but sometimes... well murphy's law is there for a reason. ergo, things keep falling apart. u keep pushing.. they still keep on cracking to bits.. and there you have it. the epitome of a vicious circle becomes you and your actions. and fact remains: there ARE some days when everything just sucks. its just a plain and simple suck fest.

now, is there some way to discern which one is which? when will good ol' murphy own you and when will you get to laugh at his theories? mayb. at least i haven't been blessed with this special power. :( so, i just go through the day, hoping it'll get better. if it doesn't i sulk at the end of the day and starting yesterday; blog it out :D.

So at the end of the day when nothing was done and probably all your efforts were in vain you begin thinking. about? everything in general and nothin in particular. mind goes back to the good old days. when something used to get done at at least some part of the day. when fun was a verb and not an abstract noun u talk about these days. and confusion sets in.

everyday waking up it feels like heaven to realize that I've been blessed with what others just hope for and see in romantic movies. to have someone who stands by you in your darkest mood and hour. someone who cares for you with all her life and soul.

hmm.. and the other side of the coin? in reality, there is no other side. theres just one side and the previous para describes it in an unjust but almost complete manner. but then even fairy tales and movies have a twist in them. the plot has to thicken, my dear watson.

so it does. in the form of distance, in the case of yours truly. unreachable distance. distance with no solutions. live with it or leave. ohh!! Grey clouds in the bright and sunny sky. so complexities arise. so you think think and think. and what do we see. a solution is it? :O

alas, "the solution" can happen only some years later. so its back to ground zero for now. then again, we can relieve the pain by thinking of the solution in all its glory. the solution and the future. when the sun shall shine again in a clear blue sky. :)

so u think, you imagine and plan. the future. wait. weren't you thinking before the mighty solution had come? and you're thinking now. the difference? thinking and discussing makes you feel good. makes the pain go away.

does it?

before you know it, all you do is think. its like being on painkillers. you become an addict. thinking makes you feel good. you see yourself in others who follow the solution. that makes you smile.

err.. but wasn't the feeling of being in love supposed to make you smile? the feeling of enjoying everyday and sharing everyday with your mate? weren't you supposed to go one step further with realizing and admitting what you felt? one step further than being the best of friends who had amazing times together? and that was with the distance not without it.

as i see it addictions end with saying no and taking the pain head on. the solution is there and its good to know its there. but it shall be seen when it comes to us. for now i say no to thinking about it. i say no to the speculation. i accept the pain and i accept the love and understanding that comes with it. they say holding on to just one good feeling can make you survive hell itself. we have one bad feeling and heaven to glide us through it.

in the end; its just about saying no.

0rganis3d Ka0s

2006-12-16T01:14:00.000+05:30

th3 beginning and end 0f all Quests. th3 reason of all life, !ncidentally th3 reason behind the end t0o. puzzl!ng yet so very beautiful.
Chaos.
Cha0s.
ka0s.

organised: (adjective) Methodical and efficient in arrangement or function.

understanding the order..the organisation in the kaos is how i perceive life. Bringing a little more simplicity to the overly ka0tic mess that it was till yesterday is how i live it.

!ve made countless mistakes and mayb knowingly or unknowingly i have been given second chances. Ive stumbled a lot along the way and mayb messed up those second chances too.

Realisation. that is what order simplicity and organisation mean to me. And as i stumble along day by day this is where ill describe my personal ka0s and my own version of order. :)