Drunk and desperate = Dogs!

Got a SMS from a friend at about 5:30 in the morning. She was really pissed about something. A really bad day. That was wierd given the fact she had just returned from a party(stop, don't make assumptions...I know her and what u r thinking is not correct)!! Anyhow, I gave her a call and could make out she had been crying. As it turned out, a couple of guys got drunk, and started fighting over her at the party. The scene was ambarrasing no doubt. Here is the clincher...they actually blamed HER for the whole mess coz she didn't wanna have anything to do with either of them. She was sober, and these jerks were sloshed!

The fact that they were elder to her doesn't hold coz men are about 4 years behind their age in maturity anyway....but I for the life of me CAN NOT understand how the FUCK can you treat a girl as a bloody commodity man! Just because YOU have a miserable love life and she is out of your league...it is not HER fault....that is your "manufacturing defect" !!

On top of that when you can't hold on to your alcohol....shut your mouth and drink water!! How can you live with your self when you let some liquid actually control you and the next day you end up grovelling for forgiveness!

Anyway men are dogs anyway....so guys be a GOOD DOG....and BEHAVE!!

The wait

He waits for the wind to blow,
to blow in his direction.
Maybe it will carry her sweet smell along,
maybe it will stop hurting so bad.

He waits for his eyes to close,
her memories to fill his mind.
Maybe it will be her next time,
maybe he will be able to hold on next time

He waits for her to wake up,
to look at him and smile.
Maybe next time he will be able to watch her sleep,
maybe she will be able to help him sleep

He waits for it to get cold,
for her ring around his neck touch him and take his breath away.
Maybe next time it will be her touch,
maybe THIS time he won't have to wait.....

best of Kailasa

I had bought this Kailash Kher album after the music channels and RAVE drilled into my mind "HOW BRILLIANT THE ALBUM IS".....it IS a good album, but not a work of genius from any angle. It still has it's moments though...It is hard to miss "Teri deewani" after the kind of airplay it got. A new video is doing the rounds too, I forget the name of teh song... One song that deserves a special mention is "Kaise main kahun"....after the first time I heard the song, I was surprised this was not the first single that was released....here are the lyrics....but u GOTTA listen to it ASAP and u'll get what I am "RAVE"ing about :) ...

Song: Kaise main kahun
Artist: Kailash Kher
Album: Kailasa

yahaa wahaa jahaa tahaa udati phiroon
kaise main kahun ki mujhe ishq huaa hai

dhadke yeh jorr jorr bhadake yeh chaaro aor
woh kyaa jaane chit-chor woh hai chandaa main chakor
bhole bhaale matwaale dil kaa kyaa karun
kaise main kahun ki mujhe ishq huaa hai
logon se sunaa hai mujhe ishq huaa hai
dharati pe aaj kal paaon naa dharoon
kaise main kahun ki mujhe ishq huaa hai
logo se sunaa hai mujhe ishq huaa hai

saari saari raat aur saaraa saaraa din
har ghadi har pal pal chhin chhin
ulti sidhi behaki behaki baatein main karoon
kaise main kahun ki mujhe ishq hauaa hai
logon se sunaa hai mujhe ishq huaa hai

chandaa ko rijhaaun kabhi taaron ko rijhaaun main
apne piyaa ko lekin sabse chupaaun main
unko padi hai kyaa main jiyoon yaa maroon
kaise main kahun ki mujhe ishq hauaa hai
logon se sunaa hai mujhe ishq huaa hai
yahaa wahaa jahaa tahaa udati phiroon
dharati pe aaj kal paaon naa dharoon
kaise main kahun ki mujhe ishq hauaa hai
logon se sunaa hai mujhe ishq huaa hai
kaise main kahun ki mujhe ishq huaa hai
logon se sunaa hai mujhe ishq huaa hai

ho mujhe ishq huaa hai
ho mujhe ishq huaa hai

Source

:_(

Lost my aunt (dad's sister) to Breast Cancer today. My mum and her sister(my fav aunt) were also taken away from me by the same dreaded disease. I'm sad for the loss and somewhat relieved that she doesn't have to suffer any more. Tommorow is Rakhi, dad will be quite down tomorrow and there is nothing I can do about it.....

This one helped me get through my mum's death...the first time I cried after her death was when I heard this one...

Eric Clapton - Tears in heaven

Would you know my name if I saw you in heaven?
Would it be the same if I saw you in heaven?
I must be strong and carry ON,
'Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven.

Would you hold my hand if I saw you in heaven?
Would you help me stand if I saw you in heaven?
I'll find my way through night and day,
'Cause I know I just can't stay
Here in heaven.

Time can bring you down and time can bend your knees.
Time can break your heart and have you begging please,
Begging please.

Beyond the DOOR there's peace I'm sure,
And I know there'll be no more
Tears in heaven.

Would you know my name if I saw you in heaven?
Would it be the same if I saw you in heaven?
I must be strong and carry ON,
'Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven.

Source

Dylan's Magic

If you do not know who Bob Dylan is.....please shoot yourself.
He is ONE artist you can NEVER get sick of hearing.

One such creation of his:

Song: I want you
Album: Blonde on Blonde

The guilty undertaker sighs,
The lonesome organ grinder cries,
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you.
The cracked bells and washed-out horns
Blow into my face with scorn,
But it's not that way,
I wasn't Born to lose you.
I want you and I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey and I want you.

The drunken politician leaps
Upon the street where mothers weep
And the saviors who are fast asleep,
They wait for you.
And I wait for them to interrupt
Me drinkin' from my broken cup
And ask me to
Open up the gate for you.
I want you and I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey and I want you.

Now all my fathers and they've gone down
True love they've been without it.
But all their daughters put me down
'Cause I don't think about it.

Well and I return to the Queen of Spades
And talk with my chambermaid.
She knows that I'm not afraid
To look at her.
She is good to me
And there's nothing she doesn't see.
She knows where I'd like to be
But it doesn't matter.
I want you and I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey and I want you.

Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit,
He spoke to me and I took his flute.
No and I wasn't very cute to him,
Was I?
But I did it, though and because he lied
Because he took you for a ride
And because time was ON his side
And because I...
I want you and I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey and I want you

Source for the lyrics

...and it happened

He saw her, coming up to him...
She was just as he remembered,
He had never met her, he knew her for ages...
Time didn't exist any longer.

She embraced him, she had missed him,
He sat there frozen and numb, not knowing what to do....
He absorbed her presence..
Never to lose this moment till he dies.

She looked at him, he couldn't meet her gaze,
He felt guilty or shy or confused...
He thought of something silly to say, something absurd, something funny,
But he no longer knew how to speak...

The lights went dim...
Their fingers intertwined,
Her fingers on his chest...
His lips on her forehead.

Through the darkness ...
In the dim light that only a distant movie can cast,
He saw her hair on her face, and her big beautiful eyes on him,
He kissed her fingers...not knowing how can he be this lucky.

She cuddled up besides him,
With the arm of a chair seperating them...
Trying to freeze the moment in time,
While the guy on the next seat orderd food.

They roamed like two long lost friends...
They had never met before,
She trying to hold his hand in the jacket pocket...
He trying to get the ticket stub between their hands.

He wanted to hold her,
He wanted to hold on...
He didn't want to get back home,
He didn't want the world to exist.

They just sat their, with water droplets troubling them every few seconds...
They could not be bothered...
Not anymore,
Not ever.

The ride back didn't make sense...
The sounds from the jealous people around couldn't reach 'em,
It didn't matter when they got there...
Coz they didn't wanna get there, they just had to.

He will always remember her last touch...
Her face while she smiled her goodbye.
Her fingers longing for a touch, a final touch...
The sadness in her eyes.

They might meet again,
They might never...
It may never happen,
But this is their's, forever and eternity...

Blast from the past

Romanticizing the past is a natural passtime of any body who actually has a past. If you don't have regrets in your life (not too many i.e.) then you wish you were actually in an entirely different scenario as compared to the one you are currently in.

Anybody who is into music, DOES tend to "think" that the music of the years gone by was better than what is being dished out now....this is not only true for music of the current day and age....the same thing did happen with our parents and theirs and etc.....

All of you who like classic rock and like concerts, surely wish you were there at the first woodstock... This wishfull thinking always gets people stuck in Flower power era and the swinging sixties. Of protest marches and anti-establishment and freedom....we do not know what was wrong with thoes time coz history is seldom balanced....very few accounts of history mention the grey areas and are usually black or white....assuming everything from that time was great....hell, why assume, just get this song and you'll know what I mean....

Artist: Sandi Thom
Song: I wish I was a punk rocker
Album: Smile.....it confuses people

Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was Born too late and to a world that doesn't care

Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When the head of state didn't play guitar,
Not everybody drove a car,
When music really mattered and when radio was king,
When accountants didn't have control
And the media couldn't buy your soul
And computers were still scary and we didn.t know everything

When popstars still remained a myth
And ignorance could still be bliss
And when God Saved the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale
When my mom and dad were in their teens
And anarchy was still a dream
And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail

When record shops were ON top
And vinyl was all that they stocked
And the super info highway was still drifting out in space
Kids were wearing hand me downs,
And playing games meant kick arounds
And footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face

I was Born too late to a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

Lyrics from lyrics and songs

P.S: The song is pretty nice too :)

15 Seconds of fame........via SMS

Can't think of a life without a mobile phone? me neither......wonder what would have happened if theree were no mobiles, and the Mumbai blasts had happened. Actually they did in 1993 but cannot analyze that as people were not actually addicted at that time. The jamming of the mobile networks DID add to the panic, but for the people who actually did get through to their dear ones, nothing could have been better.

This, however, is not the reason of my posting this one.....This weekend, a 5-6 year old kid got stuck in a 60 ft deep well (got stuck as a 5 year old and came out as a 6 year old, nope this is not a M.N. Shyamalan movie). How do mobiles come in? Well the recent sprouting of news channels like weeds in a garden has lead to a dirth in the stuff that is called news. Rescuing a 5-6 yr old from a 60 ft deep well is still a news story...the problem is to keep viewers hooked on to your channel and not go to the next news channel showing the same BREAKING STORY, albeit the anchor looks better, or worse and you change the channel again. This is where the mobile N/W kicks in again....

The Channel lets you send SMS and they will air it in real time. This funda works when there is a debate, or when you need to get in touch with people (a la Mumbai Blasts). It doesn't work when you wan't people to SMS about a rescue effort!!!

The kind of SMSes were:

GOD PLEASE SAVE PRINCE!!
Does the news channel have the mobile number of your "GOD"??

KEEP IT UP PRINCE!!
yup he feels better now, YOU MORON, if he could get ur SMS he won't be on the NEWZ!!

I AM PRAYING FOR YOU PRINCE!!
yeah, rite......he will feel much better now

"MY GOD" will save Prine, i prayed to him...
Only if you Pray to the Indian Army!!!

The fact is, (if the sentiments are genuine, which I doubt) these are valid emotions but
WHY THE FUCK DO YOU WANT A NEWS CHANNEL TO AIR THEM???

It is just that you can see your name(place) on air for the 15 seconds of Fame that was alloted to you, the question is did you actually waste your share of the 15 seconds and won't be able to get on air when you discover time travel???

bliss

This is how heaven will be.....I hope......details of the pic here

Helpin them out....

Got this forward.....please do the needful, if u wanna help out.....not a hoax....

Please visit the following link and light an e-candle for the Mumbai Victims. For every candle lit - CNN-IBN channel is giving 1 Rupee to the victims. Please send
this to as many people as you know:

http://clients.ibnlive.com/features/mumatt/index.php

Are we missing out?

Read this. This was written by Raymond Smullyan. It is a bit long but worth it. Now replace laughter with any "mental disease" of your choice. Now telll me are they sick or are we missing out on something???

Terror revisited

I am not a Mumbaikar. I am an Indian. What happened yesterday was disturbing. We have become used to people getting their brains blown off in Srinagar. Yesterday just showed us HOW vulnerable we are irrespective of the faliure or success of the AGNI III missile.

Whatever I say or write here can not help any of those affected by yesterdays tragedy. All I and am sure everybody else can say is hang on.....We hope the renowned spirit of Mumbai will get you guys through.....

Tech singularities

This one is in response Ian Stewart's response to my previous post. So Instead of puting this as a comment I thought of referring this paper by Verner Vinge.

Ian what you say makes perfect sense, but Insteadf of me quoting Mr Vinge, the paper actually looks at all the other aspects of what you said and also co-operation between Artificial Intelligence and Intelligence amplification!!

P.S. The paper is WORTH a read!

of Ultraintelligence and technological singularities!

From wiki...

In 1965, statistician I. J. Good described a scenario more like the Singularity in that it emphasized the effects of superhuman intelligence:

"Let an ultraintelligent machine be defined as a machine that can far surpass all the intellectual activities of any man however clever. Since the design of machines is one of these intellectual activities, an ultraintelligent machine could design even better machines; there would then unquestionably be an 'intelligence explosion,' and the intelligence of man would be left far behind. Thus the first ultraintelligent machine is the last invention that man need ever make."

My Take: In refn to the last statement, if man was capable of making an ultraintelligent machine at all, then MAN himself was the ultraintelligent machine of the previous iteration. So we are already in a technological singularity!!

I'm Done...(actually, well done)

Finally got hold of a shot gun yesterday.
Pointed it at my face, wanted to blow out my brains and see it coming too.
I missed.

The right side of my face is missing.
Can see my ear lying on the floor.
Can feel the warmth of my blood flowing down my back.

I put the gun in my mouth,
BANG!
I can see my brains dripping from the ceiling.

I am too tired to continue,
Drop to my knees,
FUCK, I screwed the carpet.
Ah, freedom ATLAST!

The Doors - The End (part of it...)

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend and the end

Of our elaborate plans and the end
Of everything that stands and the end
No safety or surprise and the end
I'll never look into your eyes.. again

Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need.. of some.. stranger's hand
In a.. desperate land

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend and the end

It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die

This is the end