Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Whom I could love no more

Silence in the air
Rummaging songs that bare..
Those castles of sand
Under unsteady moonlit glare..
All are trapped in a memory some where..
But I m trying to forget those
Whom I could love no more

Forms in the street,all that these eyes meet
Women in love,beauty and discreet..
Show all but only a single face..
Ohh that warm embrace,the chilly winds
And that shuttering of teeth
Lost somewhere in layers beneath..
But I m trying to forget those
Whom I could love no more

Not to be perturbed,naah not be cared..
The smile,the eyes still shine bright
As if frozen,sheathed from the vagaries of the world..
These memories escaped an unknown cage of mine
It can't blacken an already cold heart..
But I m trying to forget those
Whom I could love no more..

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Freedom..

Freedom
noun
1. the state of being free or at liberty rather than in confinement or under physical restraint
2. exemption from external control, interference, regulation, etc.
3. Philosophy. the power to exercise choice and make decisions without constraint from within or without; autonomy; self-determination.

These definations make me wonder,is there are still any truly free people left..How many of us are truly free,free to do our thing,free to chase illusions,free to dream our dreams,free to love the ones we like and even more free to hate the others.
Freedom in most countries,is bestowed as the very fabric with which modern societies are binded.Yet modern societies are so intricately strangled,the ideals of freedom have been lost.Every moment of our existence is ruled,determined and generalized by a set of rules.
The rules of a family, of a society,of a country,of humans,of nature.There is no denying the fact that we all consiously or unconsioulsy are subservient to the same.
In my search of truly free people, two groups of people have always had me on the edge.

The mad (as in crazy) and the doped (as in drug addicts).
There is lot common between these two sets than what meets the eye on a superficial glance.
Both have there own worlds,live on there terms and are genuine.Its not as if thier worlds are rulesless.Freedom is not the absence of rules,freedom is to choose the rules.People who choose my set of rules are free to live with me. I dare to venture that these people are free from the ultimate bond: the bond of life or death.Doesn't this make them the truly free people.
What i wonder is how the great artists,musicians,painters,singers,dancers and even sportpersons have hovered on and around these categories. Does the absence of restraint,control and rules sets them from the rest of us.Ohh freedom is such an abuser !!

Coming back to our world,people this is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.(ref: FC) You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.(ref: more FC).

People i am not here to argue.You are free in a democracy,you choose your leaders,you make your celebrities,you dictate your judiciary.You have free markets(ohh no did i say free markets lets save that for some other time),you choose your religions,you are free to change the stations you tune into, the dresses that you wear,the places you go..

People i am here to acquaint your esteemed selves to true freedom.Why do you wanna live in a democracy...coz you are born to it,choose your leaders..what you are some lower class lacking vision,celebrites..arent you one..the dresses,the place,the places all that been offered to you are is just a piece of the complete thing.Every one is being generalized and bought into a same ridiculous delusion.True freedom is what has been dormant in us.We all have been instituionalised.

"Take most people, they're crazy about cars. They worry if they get a little scratch on them, and they're always talking about how many miles they get to a gallon, and if they get a brand-new car already they start thinking about trading it in for one that's even newer. I don't even like old cars. I mean they don't even interest me. I'd rather have a goddam horse. A horse is at least human, for God's sake." (REF: TCITR)

Do re read the above paragraph and tell em if you still wanna get that new Veyron or ride a horse.We are so control freak that we miss the whole point that our lifes are being controlled themselves.This is the worst abuse of freedom when you falsely think you are free.
Damn !!


"The shepherd drives the wolf from the sheep's throat, for which the sheep thanks the shepherd as his liberator, while the wolf denounces him for the same act, as the destroyer of liberty. Plainly the sheep and the wolf are not agreed upon a definition of the word liberty..." -- Abraham Lincoln
Freedom will lead to anarchy.So lets have a set of rules to govern us.Lets normalize every one so that order is maintained in society.So some wise people, all through ages have been doing there bit in laying down the limits for us.So we have all these rules that make good things prohibited.The trick is in not knowing that you are a part of the tick.Thats how we been tricked.

Warning: If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life. Don't you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can't think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you're supposed to read? Do you think every thing you're supposed to think? Buy what you're told to want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you're alive. If you don't claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned- Tyler. (ref: FC again man i lov this movie..)

P.S:Right now i am tryin to capture a mood so that my next blog piece is up.And since that mood is eluding me i had to put of somehting to keep my blog space alive..
Instead of crapping about wots above this you may try to :
For those to whom SPEED means freedom of the soul:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OipXkb6fOFc





Friday, August 07, 2009

live like a tornado..

spin a roulette,dance a ballet
run off a cliff,swim up a stream
not to sleep,wake up and dream
turn on the radio,make a video
put it on net,make others fret
hear all the shit,take a break
on the road,get hit and freak
play a game,fire and snow
wanna run but no where to go
take a blow,walk lil slow
bite the dust,go bust
make love to a stranger
wear a mask for the mirror
gate crash a party,screw the hottie
get tharshed,talk trash
pick up a brawl,but still stand tall
back begins to ache,gave more than you can take
jumble the equation,forget the question
mess the situation,gotta escape
start the motor,rumble the engine
use a vein,dope the needle
juss a drop,over the top
hear the thunder,make a blunder
into the night,wrong and right
mere people,lost outta sight
blow the building,razed to ground
buy a yatch,count the stars
hatch a plot,take a shot
getaway in a car,to the nearest bar
be a czar.....

flash your libido
show some bravado
live like a tornado..
live like a tornado..


flash your libido
show some bravado
live like a tornado..
live like a tornado..



Wednesday, July 08, 2009

Fzeee...

it started of as a need for a ride..
places to go and no where to hide..
met her flirtin, wit sumone else...
and those eyes,they felt out of this place..

the curves juss too good to be true..
raisin brows here n there..
all my motions and how they flew..
this silly world,i couldnt care..

a passion to lay my hands on her..
with me lost in a rhyme...
she went by,i chased time..
chased her till i heard her whine..

gullible i woke up next day..
lookin around to catch my prey..
she seemed too hot to handle..
when there were others that posed a try...

fooled 'round door to door
meetin everybody else but her..
they were good but......
didn't have the charm to make the cut..

some days went by
now i have her..
she loves me when i ride her..
craves more more no matter what i give her..

we zoom past the crowd,as they drool..
her high rises and the low cuts all so cool..
the solid rear or the blinding front..
the nasty crowd bears the brunt...

we fuse as single soul..
bend low go high sweep all by..
touch the sky in an orgasmic bout
we make sounds didnt you hear us shout...


it happens day in n day out..
now you will wonder who was she..
well its something someone who drives me...
you may lovingly call it fz.......

Thursday, May 28, 2009

i forGive...

i forgive you, the stars, the sign of sun
under which i was born..
for you might chart this life of mine
but to shine bright i aint gonna burn...

i forgive you my mom  dad,
the blood of whom runs in this viens..
for you have shielded all my nightmare
but now my strength is so bare

i forgive you my teacher,
the mind of mine is a image of you
for you taught me ,the what .the how .the who
but for the grind i aint bite the dust..


i forgive you my friend
the embodiment of my ambitions
for you have been behind my back
but now you see things i lack...

i forgive you my gurl
the spirit which entwined my body,my soul
for in your glory i did bask
but you never understood the face behind the mask..

i forgive you  God
the creator of me,my care taker
for you have scripted all i am ever.
but when i took over,you had a competitor.

i forgive myself
the me in everything everywhere
for creature of impulse,devoid of form.
but the life i live,has lots to desire...

Sunday, April 05, 2009

Some Frides...

There are Fridays you look forward to, then there are frides you are afraid of....
There are Fridays you are excited about..
But some Fridays you want to end up so sloshed up that you doesn't wake till the next monde that too if you have to....

Civilizations have always lusted for a spirit that blasts you off your senses...
As the book says...

"Oh don't give me none more of that Old Janx Spirit
No, don't you give me none more of that Old Janx Spirit
For my head will fly, my tongue will lie, my eyes will fry and I may die
Won't you pour me one more of that sinful Old Janx Spirit" -- THe book a.k.a.  Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy

This Friday was one of those days where your author truly wanted to be blasted of his senses.
You know shit happens.... N stuff like that...

So it all started with a mini bar of his..The bottles flew open and the grocery downstairs had good business on a weekend..After all delivering SPRITE after SPRITE upstairs and charging extra for that was always gonna be profitable business proposition.
Your author doesn't remember what happened next..How the spree ended...

Some next morning ..sorry the next afternoon he woke up..
Recalled he had to meet  a friend who was passing by the city of gardens (and yea early closing pubs) last evening...Hurried off to a nearby friend's place where his traveler friend was put up..

As it happens his traveling friend was from one of the famed MBA schools that your author was trying to get into...
So normal chit chat gossip how this hows that followed..The famed interviews the placements..Screw recession i don waana talk bout it...

Having see in off his traveling friend..your author continued in his quest of the fride nite slosh...
More liquor ,this time more company and then the home made hookah...

Still brains not blasted..in senses...

How do you smash your brains ??Its been two days n still he is in senses..
Guess it will take a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster.. FOr the uninitiated the Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster is the best drink in existence..

As the book says -- "...that the effect of a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster is like having your brains smashed out by a slice of lemon wrapped round a large gold brick."

The Guide even tells you how you can mix one yourself.
Take the juice from one bottle of that Ol' Janx Spirit, it says.
Pour into it one measure of water from the seas of Santraginus 
Oh that Santraginean sea water, it says. Oh those Santraginean fish!!!
Allow three cubes of Arcturan Mega-gin to melt into the mixture (it must be properly iced or the benzine is lost).
Allow four litres of Fallian marsh gas to bubble through it, in memory of all those happy Hikers who have died of pleasure in the Marshes of
Fallia.
Over the back of a silver spoon float a measure of Qualactin Hypermint extract, redolent of all the heady odours of the dark Qualactin Zones,
subtle sweet and mystic.
Drop in the tooth of an Algolian Suntiger. Watch it dissolve, spreading the fires of the Algolian Suns deep into the heart of the drink.
Sprinkle Zamphuor.
Add an olive.
Drink ...

So lookin forward to the next friday... A Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster will sort out stuff and clear heads...


Friday, April 03, 2009

goin back...

i thought i had already done with my silly scraps n i wonnt write any more...

but as it turns out i got nuthin better to do...
so expect urs truly to be back..
writin for silly scraps....


rite noe i m a bit down...
silly mba entrance xms....


lol


"Jo hua acha hua...jo ho raha hai acha ho raha hai...jo hoga woh bhi acha hoga" - GeetA
-- A good friend of mine 



n these dayz i taken into readin sum of the classics over n over again...
redisocverin is such a great thing

hitchhikers guide to galaxy,Lotr,love in the time of cholera....


finally 
cheers life..