when the mind wanders

umm.. errr.. wokay!!!!

2009-06-24T20:33:00.003+05:30

aaargghh!!!

dammitt.. the last time i blogged i had seriously thot tat i am gonna keep the blog active for a long time to run.. i guess its the law school thingy and lack of interaction and those random sightings that u get when u live outside a residential university which forced a hiatus on my blog. but now that i have been home in bangalore i think thrs no reason as to why I should not blog. but then work (internship actually) keeps me busy..

i dunno hw many used to follow my earlier blog but whoever did mite have known that the blog was basically a result of boredom beyond belief.. n i haven been really bored in the strictest sense..

i think one blogs best in the fun mode when u are bored with nothing to do.. not when u are bored of sth.. but bored for sth.. cuz when u are bored of sth.. u ideally think of gettin outta that thing which bores u.. but when u are bored for sth.. which is bored doin nuin at all.. its like.. a 3 year old given a white canvas and a paintshop(for the overly geeky ones, no. i am not talkin bout the adobe or any other program.. but a store where u get all sorts a paints n shades and pastels n all the jhingbang of painting).. savvy??

yeah.. so i was sayin wat u need to make a good u kno "is back and how" post u either need to have a really outrageously hilarious incident to build a story around or shud be bored of nothing at all.

do i have it. (smirk) high hopes!! but am still blogging with no title( as of yet). why u may ask? cuz i jus want to!!! its been so long..

like mosta the posts so far this one is also jus to revive the blog.. but
for the first time ever.. ill leave u with few qns to think bout (actually they are queries i have, and i would be glad if u cud help me out)

hw do i change the looks of the blog, like those jhataang blogs with a lakh visitors? hw do i change the "posted on" to "wandered on"
hw do i add a small box which says "latest twitter feeds"
hw do i become popular?( the answer to this lies in above three i guess)

my blog looks so borin and common tat even i get bored reading it. so i feel the urge to redesign it..

i have been doin a lot of things over the past couple of days. readin blogs.. twittering majorly! oh and i even Evaluated beer at a brewery. my first evaluation. hehe.. :P
thn had some funny ass moments- for instance the girl who was wearing a caption tshirt-"this is what u mean by I love you" and swore at everyone til summon asked her to shut up.. the guy in my office who wud take off his watch, pen, cell phone, ring, wallet, etc before goin to the washroom even if to only set his hair.. the mistaken identity of a senior personnel in the office whom i thought to be gay cuz he followed me to the washroom thrice in a day- he jus wanted to know if i was new to the office :p and also the guy who wud sing aloud everytime his phone rang with the ring tone- "bachna ae haseeno".. yes he sings everytime till "lo me aa gaya" and then picks up the phone..
but the best moment was when i shouted(abused wud be a more appropriate usage) who was incessantly honking behind me at a signal.. sucker!!

till later (which is till i get sth really good enough to blog bout)
adios

PS- read whatay.com and flyyoufools.com - my current fav!

of art, friendships, ppl n other blogs.

2009-02-26T20:56:00.003+05:30

k.. so today ( my definition of today is not the calendar day but say the past 30 hrs or so.. or as long back as i can rem but not more than 48 hrs).. yeah..
so today i did n surprisingly did well quite a few things..
for one.. i figured out the meaning of an abstract art form.. a painting.. if i were to describe the paintin, i'd say its a nice one.. but u kno the deal with abstract art rt.. u never figure out wat its supposed to be.. i always thot abstract art is the stuff where the painter describes hw the spilt n smudged ink on the canvas depicts a zillion things rt frm the caesar-cleopatra romance to the mahabharata to the taj mahal story to the the great plague to the great depression to the dot com boom to barack obama's election n at the end of it all, u are supposed to wipe off an imaginary tear n say i found a new meanin to life, its so thotful, its so moving and all the other so called befitting remarks or phrases which u learn at various stages of life or from tv series/ movies.. like say..whatsup (i think from friends).. let's hug it out biatch- ari gold from entourage. kala bandar kala chashma kyun pehanta hai? style yaar from dilli 6.. u kno wat i mean.. n if u dont.. ask summon..
yeah.. so here i was.. saw this paintin.. n well lemme be honest it was nice n i liked it. it was one of those technicolor strokes here n there of all shapes n sizes n the deluge of pleasin colors is assured to make u smile. i was asked for my thots on the paintin.. n well.. mebbe i dreamt it o heard it.. when u are unsure of anythin to do with art always say its got sth to do with life.. be it music, photographs, paintings, monuments..
n i said tat the paintin symbolises the birth n growth of life.. n wud u believe it i was kinda spot on.. (kinda spot on is an oxymoron, aint it?) yeah the painting was bout the tree of life.. nw its a loooooong story.. some other time..

nw i wonder.. when i set out to paint.. do i have a set theme n then paint or do i paint n set the theme midway.. cuz well art is bout creativity n gettin outta the box n all that jazz.. so wudn i be restrictin my spectrum of thot if i set a theme n paint.. this was the one thing i did..

nw other things tat i did.. well are u still readin this?? cuz seriously dude.. if u have time to read a blog entry any longer than this, get outta ur room n watch the sunset man. or jus get out in the sun.. get some vitamin D..

i promise to continue another time bout friendship n other blogs another time..

till later adios

straight from the heart

of wikipedia, economics n zombie spirit

2009-02-23T23:13:00.005+05:30

i wrote this in class.. n its unlike me to post wat i write on a piece of paper.. i generally throw away the paper..
but i must be royally bored rt nw to make an exception to that rule.. not surprisin considerin the fact that since this past weekend i have decided to make exceptions to all th rules n those things which pl call values n morals n stuff.. its all fake to begin with.. when selfish interest comes in, evrythin goes for a toss.. values, morals, principles, honesty n all the shit associated with it..
neways.. comin back to the point i was makin.the post tat i wrote in clas.s.

its the same day. n the time is around 1330 hrs.. we are midway our last class o the day n strangely the same period of time evry weekday reinforces my belief that time could stop.. its like i feel i have jus grown a year older waitin for 50 mins to get over,.. around me the world is in disarray ( i guess, i cant think of the appropriate word.. if u think tats lame, go hump a door latch) lemme descrbe wat its like around me.. ppl have their faces n heads tucked behind ile of books, jumpers, hoodies, bags so that they are beyond the radar.. i wonder hw that works thoough..

but then wat else cud one do? ur attendance is at stake so u need to stick around for the enire duration of the class..
the class really aint a learnin abode n shit like tat. its a slow, painful, torturous, and ever so boring path to assured death if beyond 50 mins.. the topics taught seem to be the "page of the day"hit "courtesy - stumble upon in the field of economics" and more often than not.. u will find a redirect link to wikipedia- the bea all, end all for the last minute assignments and your saviour if you are laying klueless. yeah.. wikipedia.. that's where we are taught from..

i am bored now.
laters
adios amigo

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quote unquote. jus let go

2009-02-21T15:59:00.003+05:30

okay then..
we are back again.. hmm. n the idea for this post comes from another blog. tat of my friend.. n its bout quotes, anecdotes actually..

i started out thinkin i had somethin to write, but come to think o it, i actually dont.
but i jus want to. for no reason. u shud do that actually. leave evrythin behind n jus let go.. once in a while. its fun.
hw many times have u thot o sth stupid but din say cuz u thot u'd make a fool o urself.. hw many times hv u wanted to do sth insane but refrained for fears best known to u?

let go. be yourself. do a crazy thing evryday. n let go of it.

brothers of sanctity, unite. ignite

adios

evrything is relative

2009-02-01T19:43:00.002+05:30

arrite.. before anybody jumps to conclusions bout this entry bein some off-shoot of einsteins namesake theory.. lemme jus run through some formalities.. for.. well.. jus fuck sake..

its been like.. ummmm.. mebbe 3 years since i wrote anything.. or actually blogged bout anythin.. (its actually 1.5.. but the nincompoops workin at blogsource jus shut down my prev blog www.nirvana.blogsource.com {no.. it's not a cobain fan blog or nethin} without leavin behind a backup of my previous entries.. ) so.. here i am.. starting from scratch.. with stuff salvaged from my old blog and some from my desktop lying at home..

n if my hiatus has wiped out that memory thingy in ur hippocampus where i existed or this blog existed.. then screw u!!

i am calvin a.k.a legolas alias holden (notice that i used synonyms to connect my pen names, way to show off my limited vocab ;).. oh talkin bout pen names..
am a little confused.. like.. if u look at the origin of pen names.. then the word "pen name" was coined for writers/ authors u kno when they wrote sth literary n art-y stuff.. so that if their adventure flopped nobody wud find out who the nitwit is who was optimistic to come up with some idiotic work.. [ don't bother looking it up on wikipedia.. i made up the history on pen names.. n if u still do.. n find out that am right.. u mite wanna act lil amazed at the sheer genius that wrote this piece u are reading..
oh talkin bout pen names.. why pen name.. cuz they used pen to write.. now considerin the fact that u kno its the 21st century n all that jazz we dun use the pen much.. like this blog i am usin my fingers n keyboard (if u dun think to urself, "like duh".. u really really like really are superdumb and could try for the guinness(the record book, not the beer) as the dumbest animal(even my dog knows wat a computer is,assuming that i have a dog) alive..
yeah... so back to pen names..
do i still call it pen name or say keyboard name? or e-name??
anyways.. that wasn't the point of this blog entry..
i was gonna talk bout relative theory n by relative i mean.. the one where u compare one to another n gauge whats good whats bad.. n not the ones that come home evry festival n pull ur cheeks n say u have grown a year older (prolly they din figure out that not evryone is benjamin button)
nw.. before i proceed.. i'd like to point out one similarity between my blog entries n my answer scripts..
they are always short n i write what i feel like..
so that said.. i'd like to conclude here n continue with my theory of the relative n stuff next time 'round or else i'd be violatin my self-imposed principles..

till next time..

adios

The Martyr's Lamentation

2007-06-10T00:03:00.000+05:30

Tuesday, March 21, 2006 at 9:18 PM IST
The onlooker watched from the dark skies
Ashamed that once, he too walked the Earth
His mortal form had stood amidst the widowed cries
To free from the white man the land of his birth.

Yet with freedom of one nation, came the rise of another
The coming of partition, of a child and the mother
A divide of land to suffice religion’s hunger
And a tear dropped from the eye of the onlooker.

Fifty years of independence past, yet freedom was lost
Ye men still stoop low, to a walking white man’s ghost
What invisible shackles bound thee to such base deed?
The onlooker spoke from the skies, yet none paid heed.

And the silence of the Heavens answered his lamenting rhyme
You too strayed on mortal paths, give thy kin some time.

the morning sun

2007-06-09T00:30:00.000+05:30

ever seen a mornin sun... as it comes out from behind the clouds.. the sky in beautiful hues from grey to light blue to red to orange.. if u haven't u are missin out one many beautiful gifts that nature throws at u... u really cant be missin the sight.. go catch it once and u wud wanna see it over and over again.. but now who has the time to look at it.. everyone is busy.. thinkin of ways to earn money so that they can die rich.... probably one wudn even know wat the sky actually looks like but wud talk bout sky bein the limit wen settin their goals.... blah.. mere nonsense...
never-the-less... enjoy nature as much as u can.. for its beauty is vast and its vastness is beautiful....

till later
adiose

graffiti

2007-05-09T00:51:00.000+05:30

some one-liners which wud make u think, laugh and balh and more blah and more bah.. read on..

1- fightin for peace is like screwing for virginity

2-as i said before, i never repeat myself

3- tears- the hydraulic force by which the masculine power is defeated by the feminine power

4- ppl say alcohol drugs n cigarettes are man's worst n biggest enemies.. ppl themselves say one who doesn face one's enemy is a coward.. thn why do ppl not appreciate men who finish off their enemies themselves....anyways.. cheers...

5.Man who keep feet firmly on ground have trouble wearing trousers

6.A bird in hand makes it hard to blow nose

7.If at first u don succeed then sky diving is not for u.

8. Analyzing a joke is like dissectin a frog, u can dissect the frog, but it dies in the process.

till later
adiose

freedom hasn't led to anything

2007-03-10T00:11:00.000+05:30

Freedom from tyranny. Freedom from them firangis who plagued our nation for about a hundred fifty years. But when I sit back and think, I think those were the best days of India when it came to achieving the status of a developing nation. What have we achieved after the British granted us independence. Tyranny even if it was bitter, catalysed progress and with the end of tyranny came the demise of development. Lets face it, the British were atleast far better than today's democratic government which is only a personification of corruption and selfishness. Is this the fruit of independence? We cant always look back to our ancestors and always sing praises of our rich tradition and culture. Instead why cant we contribute to it and make it richer. Why cant we stand on our own two feet. You might argue about India being still an infant of a nation when it comes to self governance. But look at the resources we inherited when the British left and what constructive use we have made of it. Infancy must not prevent us from achieving our goals. And that's that about the post freedom affair.

growin up n the desires

2006-05-01T00:43:00.000+05:30

well.... the other day was jus lookin back on my growing up years and how at certain stages i had strong desires to possess somethin or the other...

started wen i was really small.. don even remember the age... first had a fascination for toy cars then remote-controlled cars.. was adamant on havin them...

then at bout 8 years of age had the desire and dream to learn it all... swimming, cycling, roller-skating and the likes.. managed swimming a bit, became a pro in cyclin[;-)], and can u believe i learnt on the bada cycles- the mtb bike... cudn even reach the ground while astride... and roller skatin well, lets foget it...

then suddenly had a fascination for motorised two-whhelers.. startin off wit non-geared.. begged my parents to get me one... they agreed after sometime albeit wit a condition that i should top the boards.. so started warmin ma bum to top.. seein my prep they were happy and before the results they got me the bike cuz i had done my best....

and soon.. i wanted a bike... nothin more enjoyable than a bike ride... and this time i myself set the condition(gawd, why did i?).. i wasn't 18 still.. but i set a condition that if i wud get into a law school they should get me the bike that i want(i had high hopes of makin wen i gave the exam in 2005)... alas, destiny took me elsewhere.... din make it to law...so my bike was kept pendin.. but got a mobile though... and i have this craze for gadgets so i set a condition that if i crack the law exam then i need a new mob(gonna ask for n90 or n91) and a bike..

well lets see wat happens....

till later
adiose

hiatus

2006-04-06T00:36:00.000+05:30

sorry to inform our loyal patrons but the blog will be actively updated after the 13th of this moth that is 13th of april 2006.... till then u cud jus read all the articles and also post ur comments... thanks a lot....

PS- for all the fun we had in coll, it's pay back time as now its the college's turn ti have fun at our expense by interrogatin us for 3 hrs each for 5 days on paper in the name of exams.. but the tight-lipped buggers that we are we refuse to co-operate and have not given them any information which the coll sought in the exam or absolutely misguided them wit all the wrong information.. the coll wudn appreciate it though and their discomfort wud be known to us after a month when the results are out...

till thursday the13th...

adiose

the first bloody song

2006-04-01T00:35:00.001+05:30

This is for Roshan and just to let you know this is the first time I have written anything like this. with random thoughts added in here and there by lzafeer

This mirror shows me a thousand faces
But none that I can call my own
Guess I lost myself in the sands of time
And now I need someone to take me home

People waste away their time
Window shopping for their past
In the malls on memory lane

Isn't it time we faced the fact
We need to keep our present intact
Lest the dark clouds burst into blood red rain.

Stop building sand castles in the high tide
Wake up from those dreams boy, hear the bell
You got to walk towards the light, at the end of the tunnel

Or your next "ray of hope" will be the flames of Hell
So will you come aboard my humble ship
And we will cast away on a one way trip
Lets leave the restof this stubborn world behind

To drown in the hurricanes of war
And when we get a chance to anchor again
Let this only be a secret, yours and mine
If I still live to cast my footprints on this Earth

Maybe I can find myself on these sands of time.

live it before it dies

2006-03-24T00:10:00.000+05:30

Throughout my "educated" life, I had studied in an all boys institution and degree was the first co-ed experience for me. Hapless as I was, a sloppy oaf who couldn't spare a ear for a classmate's thoughts let me say I was still that "pavam" sadhu fella with the largest appetite in the class. The only that has remained now is that large appetite and for more clarifications, kindly ask my fellow students who dare to have a meal with me. These are a few memorable moments though Architha and Lzafeer (with the L silent) have quite as well summed it up.

1. The maniac midnight race on Airport road when we were half drunk. I m sure we had a great time @ Roshan's.

2. The food and the food and the food. MMMMMUUAAAHH. I love it. Especially Tejas' mom's cooking rocks.

3. Pestering Arch about everything under the sun. Thanks for everything, but it isn't ovr yet. plz bare with me for 2 more years.

4. The whole class in general rocked.

5. eh??

Ok da lets face it. I can never hold on to some sentimental moments and I have a poor memory when it comes to recollecting events. But I appreciate everybody who has been part of my first year degree and remember Architha that whatever you might say, Deepthi still holds the no:1 spot. AHEM....... get the picture.

religion to war?

2006-03-23T00:09:00.000+05:30

Blood flows across the land

Like a flooded river

And the wind's cold sympathising kiss

Can only make you shiver.

The sky is covered with dark clouds

The mortals dig their own grave

The Earth is blanketed in funeral shrouds

Its streange how power makes a man behave.

Is religion your only excuse

To let the shackles of hell break loose

God does not kill what he himself made

Why does the power of human reason fade?

Would you feel warm on a cold night

If you set your own house fire

Think about it for that is the answer

To your own destructive nature.

nostalgia it is

2006-03-22T00:08:00.000+05:30

This is her royal highness, Architha. :) Finally decided to be a part of these mortals' blogpage!!
As long as Mr.Lzafeer here is going on a nostalgic trip of memories, i would like to join him....but i would like to be a little more specific...I wanna tell u guys how much fun i had with these two guys who have become such an important part of my life....

Best moments of 2005-2006 with Lzafeer Ahmad and Ajay kurpad

* As zaf already mentioned....the times when ajay taught us to solve the crossword and how me and zaf would tug hard at the paper sittin on either side of ajay!! Eventually, we just shut up and watched the "master" Proud of u , aj!
* Forging those amazing friendships....
* Having thost brilliant fights and making up like good children...
* The numerous guilt trips these two idiots have taken me on.
* The number of times these two guys made me feel on top of the world...
* These idiots messaging me when iam sitting right next to him..
* Me and ajay brainstorming over Zaf's birthday present.
* To the amazin " Royal enfield" ride...Made me feel like a princess
* Getting used to Mr.Lzafeer's "Know-it-all" attitude!!
* Getting used to ajay's mood swings and appetite ! ;)
* Those daily phonecalls and messages...
* For buggin me about my lovelife!
* for being number1 and number2 in my list! ;)
* And most of all, for being the lovable idiots that you both are...

K, i have had enough of being nice to you both....i think iam going to be sick...! ;) hehehe

4 days to go

2006-03-21T00:08:00.000+05:30

Tuesday, March 21, 2006 at 10:00 PM IST

our first year is nearing its end.. which also means that our days as the juniormost class of the journalism is stream is also nearin an end...wat a wonderful year we have had...
from our orientation in the school of ancient wisdom its been a rockin year.. the freshers where we were made to do crazy stuff...
then slowly we kinda blend into the coll atmosphere.. then came darpan- our coll talent hunt fest.. i participated for the heck of it, hopin to get a chance to go to pondy but placed secod in quiz which wasn good enough for a ticket to the jipmer fest...

and then slowly one fest after the other... never missing any opportunity that was thrown at us... did a whole lot of things...
quiz, mad ads, mime, movie spoof, skit, et al and won in everythin we took part..was jus amazin... but if i were to recall some moments that highlight my 1st year then this is how it wud be..
1) undoubtedly gettin addicted to solvin crosswords.... and makin a few of our own.. but cant put it into a grid.. and if any of u know.. then kindly let us know...
2) the diwali party at Ms."oh shut-up!" 's place.. wat an amazin party it was... and "moti" i love u for that party.. prob that wen many of us actually became friends..
3) the new year party at ajay's farm... sumantra u rocked dude(plannin to take head-bangin classes from u)... tejas u made a lousy dj playin jus 5 songs over and over again for 12 hours... prithvi- u can be romantic even wen u are drunk... and ajay- u are the man... and myself- lets leave that topic...
4) the movie spoof on sholay... enjoyed it.... thanks priyanshu..
5) the silhoutte quiz- ma best ever... nothin to beat it..
6) the mcc fest quiz- won despite all their efforts to cheat...
7) the RDB we did at melange... again thanks priyanshu...
8) the seniors send-off.. an impromptu dance.. wat fun.. and the idea of a bar and stuff... rocked... but sad we cudn go on wit our spoof on the striptease.....
9) our class trip... savanadurga... to all the brave souls who climbed to the top.. cheers.. and to those who sat at the foot wit our inspirin, punctual(ahem!) sir... ur only achievement was u din get tanned!!!! no hard feelings..
10) 24th november... ma memorable 18th birthday...
11) guess the list wud go on...

all ppl mentioned in the above post are real and any resemblance to anyone alive is purely intentional

until next time...

my thots on all those farewells

2006-03-20T09:18:00.001+05:30

Monday, March 20, 2006 at 10:03 PM IST

Well after too many sendoffs for one's liking our seniors finally decided to graduate from college. This is my thought on all those farewells with inputs from Lzafeer. - Ajay

Your thoughts made you friends
And your laughter brought you closer
But the moments that made you closest
Were the tears you shed together.

Friends aren't those who come just in times of need
They are those who share your every deed
Your joys and sorrows, rights and wrongs
In everything you see, a friend belongs.

Friends can never say goodbye
And don't waste your time to try
You might turn your backs on each other after a fight
But you'll laugh again and forget that night

Space and time might keep us apart
But we'll be bound by the love in our hearts
The further we are the closer we stand
Like the stars and the moon, we'll walk hand in hand.

Remember you'll never walk alone on memory lane
We'll be there for you in pleasure and pain
You just got to spread that smile, it sets everything straight
Bridging all those yawning gaps between love and hate.

Friends can never say goodbye.......

effect of tequila on part time drinkers

2006-03-19T09:18:00.000+05:30

Monday, March 20, 2006 at 9:59 PM IST

This is for Tejas who always liked to rap. This for the first time i got drunk likr totally and felt like writing. Damn it felt good for a while when your head works like clockwork on such useless stuff.

Is this what they teach u in school
2 look @ the teachers & start 2 drool
Pot and weed and blades of grass
Spreading like fire in the middle of a class
Sharing crack behind ur teacher's back
And ur life has gone right off the track
Is this the age for cigars & beers
Watching your mother shed her tears
You knew you didn't mean 2 hurt her
So just dont blame it on ur dead, drunk father
Enough of those stories of communist interventions
So that u could participate in revolutions
Is ur country worth just a bottle of dope
God might forgive u but dont have any hope
Speeding on the highway in the middle of the night
But afraid 2 dot he same in the sunlight
R u scared of daytime ventures
Or have u been practicing nocturnal cultures
R u tired of this hopeless world
And allthe curses it has hurled
Is this ur idea of finding mental peace
Growing your pot of weeds and grass into trees
When u were born with ur father's hair
Ur mother's nose, ur grandpa's stare
Inspite of all this, u weren't part of the family
U might end up living ever after, but not happily
One day u might think of all this
And u might die without sharing love's first kiss
Did I tell u not 2 look @ the girl next door
And u try hard 2 get back but u r on the other shore
And ur love rots like your pale dead skin
No one 2 mourn for u, not ur kith or kin
Goodbye Mr. nobody, so long, farewell
U might kill me for all this, when i meet u in hell.

bout the blog... .

2006-03-14T09:17:00.000+05:30

Monday, March 20, 2006 at 8:45 PM IST
this blog is managed by two of us- AJAY and LZAFEER... and we realised bout maintainin this blog only recently... so hopefully we wud be updatin things quite often...

and did i say that a gal by the name ARCHITHA was also supposed to be postin on this.... never-the-less her highness has consented to be a part of it in the short future...

lochinvar

2006-03-11T09:15:00.000+05:30

one of the all time favourites...

Lochinvar - Excerpt From Canto V Of Marmion
by Sir Walter Scott

Oh! young Lochinvar is come out of the west,
Through all the wide Border his steed was the best;
And save his good broadsword he weapons had none,
He rode all unarmed and he rode all alone.
So faithful in love and so dauntless in war,
There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.

He stayed not for brake and he stopped not for stone,
He swam the Eske river where ford there was none;
But ere he alighted at Netherby gate
The bride had consented, the gallant came late:
For a laggard in love and a dastard in war
Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.

So boldly he entered the Netherby Hall,
Ammong bridesmen, and kinsmen, and brothers, and all:
Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword,
For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word,
'Oh! come ye in peace here, or come ye in war,
Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?'

'I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied;
Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide
And now am I come, with this lost love of mine,
To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine.
There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far,
That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.'

The bride kissed the goblet; the knight took it up,
He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup.
She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh,
With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye.
He took her soft hand ere her mother could bar,
'Now tread we a measure!' said young Lochinvar.

So stately his form, and so lovely her face,
That never a hall such a galliard did grace;
While her mother did fret, and her father did fume,
And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume;
And the bride-maidens whispered, ''T were better by far
To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.'

One touch to her hand and one word in her ear,
When they reached the hall-door, and the charger stood near;
So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung,
So light to the saddle before her he sprung!
'She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur;
They'll have fleet steeds that follow,' quoth young Lochinvar.

There was mounting 'mong Græmmes of the Netherby clan;
Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran:
There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee,
But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see.
So daring in love and so dauntless in war,
Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?

atheism

2006-03-10T09:16:00.000+05:30

are ya an atheist? why? jus cuz ya don believe in god.. but isn't it a paradox in itself.. cuz to not believe in god means that ya believe in his existence but don wanna follow Him.. to not believe in somethin there must be SOMETHIN... but does god really exist????? i don believe in the existence of god.. that doesn make ma an atheist nor am i religious... jus its ma.. i am ma own god.. noone above ma...noone under ma.. all jus the same... but special in their own unique way

my ideas on the government

2006-03-06T09:19:00.000+05:30

Monday, March 20, 2006 at 10:10 PM IST

This is something which initially began as a class assignment to write a satire on a given topic. It ended up as a criticism of our government.

He set the trend, the father of the nation
When he had around a million children in 1947
And half of them ran away to another land
And those who remained, founded their own entertainment band,

It was called the Government
No wonder its so noisy tonight in the Parliament
They sleep by day, and they work by night
Burning midnight oil cause they are afraid of daylight.

When all the work is done under the table
We still bear our trust in the Government
I don't have a clue about governing nations
But them leaders make politics seem an accident.

If wishes were horses
Consider his each steed dead
For the very mind which conjured them
Bore a heart thicker than lead.

A desire to rebuild his crippled surroundings
On broken vows and shattered dreams
Yet his two eyes blinded by petty goals
And a rusted old throne of satanic gleams.

Just focusing their body and mind
On their long one term goal
To steal from the rich, beg from the poor
And give to their own soul.

One of them ministers, doesn't have a degree
He only knows the basics of vocabulary
Yet he earns more than a software engineer
Never missing a chance, to stop a smile and spread a tear.

Clad in pure white and swimming in currency notes
And you are left drowning to catch hope that floats
They walk up to you like they fought for your freedom
Too bad they end up being just another source of boredom.

Though we are independent, freedom seems so far away
That time might only come when winter surprises you in May
Have you ever seen those MPs fight in the Parliament?
Even Roman gladiators have a reason to lament.

And the lone candle blows out, in fear of the night
Its the time of that man, the man in pure white
Our very own empty vessel, a symbol of burden
Close your front door and draw back that window curtain.

With folded hands and many supporters, it seems he is back in town
It all looks very much like a circus led by a clown
And your local tabloid only reports about an accident
It was all about how your town was hit by the Government.

a piece inspired by pope

2006-01-05T09:20:00.000+05:30

Monday, March 20, 2006 at 10:18 PM IST

This is about a teacher whom i love to hate. This is inspired by the poem he was teaching called the Character of Atticus by Alexander Pope. I wrote this in class while looking at the teacher and observing him. Thanks to Lzafeer who was also on this subject with me.

Skulls and desks are on a collision course
The sandman has entered your classroom doors
But he has no dust to throw into your eyes
And his open mouth only eliminates houseflies.

Fear not my friends, it is not his breath
Only that his language lacks any sense or depth
Clad in a one piece suit, a killing attire
And looks to douse even the hottest fire.

Oh, I think you perceived wrong, you aren't 007
But explain why half my class ended up in Heaven
Is education gone bankrupt, or is religion for sale
No other individual has made the syllabus so stale.

An accident of creation, a sore throated toad
He'd put you to sleep even on the busiest road
The monotonous drone of the soldier of slumber
Even anaesthesia couldn't make your head number.

Laughter is the best medicine, but never in his case
For his humour might annihilate the human race
He is a living disaster, a walking catastrophe,
Thank goodness he doesnýt teach me history.

He is a preacher drunk on his Holy Spirit
With a point to prove, and education to sell it
So the next time you plan to listen to his talk
Beware for at the end you might be as stiff as a rock

cobain

2004-01-01T00:12:00.000+05:30

since this is titled nirvana- have to say somethin bout kurt cobain... but thought wud be better if it is somethin which he says... so postin his suicide note....

To Boddah

Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile complain-ee. This note should be pretty easy to understand.

All the warnings from the punk rock 101 courses over the years, since my first introduction to the, shall we say, ethics involved with independence and the embracement of your community has proven to be very true. I haven't felt the excitement of listening to as well as creating music along with reading and writing for too many years now. I feel guity beyond words about these things.

For example when we're back stage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowds begins., it doesn't affect me the way in which it did for Freddie Mercury, who seemed to love, relish in the the love and adoration from the crowd which is something I totally admire and envy. The fact is, I can't fool you, any one of you. It simply isn't fair to you or me. The worst crime I can think of would be to rip people off by faking it and pretending as if I'm having 100% fun. Sometimes I feel as if I should have a punch-in time clock before I walk out on stage. I've tried everything within my power to appreciate it (and I do,God, believe me I do, but it's not enough). I appreciate the fact that I and we have affected and entertained a lot of people. It must be one of those narcissists who only appreciate things when they're gone. I'm too sensitive. I need to be slightly numb in order to regain the enthusiasms I once had as a child.

On our last 3 tours, I've had a much better appreciation for all the people I've known personally, and as fans of our music, but I still can't get over the frustration, the guilt and empathy I have for everyone. There's good in all of us and I think I simply love people too much, so much that it makes me feel too fucking sad. The sad little, sensitive, unappreciative, Pisces, Jesus man. Why don't you just enjoy it? I don't know!

I have a goddess of a wife who sweats ambition and empathy and a daughter who reminds me too much of what i used to be, full of love and joy, kissing every person she meets because everyone is good and will do her no harm. And that terrifies me to the point to where I can barely function. I can't stand the thought of Frances becoming the miserable, self-destructive, death rocker that I've become.

I have it good, very good, and I'm grateful, but since the age of seven, I've become hateful towards all humans in general. Only because it seems so easy for people to get along that have empathy. Only because I love and feel sorry for people too much I guess.

Thank you all from the pit of my burning, nauseous stomach for your letters and concern during the past years. I'm too much of an erratic, moody baby! I don't have the passion anymore, and so remember, it's better to burn out than to fade away.

Peace, love, empathy.
Kurt Cobain

Frances and Courtney, I'll be at your alter.
Please keep going Courtney, for Frances.
For her life, which will be so much happier without me.

I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU!