Gunshot

holy man

2011-10-12T16:46:00.001+05:45

holy man, originally uploaded by www.facebook.com/AarSeePhotography.

Apple: The Book of Job(s)

2011-10-08T21:07:00.000+05:45

Steve Jobs was the most iconic inventor of our times. He was a visionary who told us what we needed even before we realized that we needed it. And he was a smart enough entrepreneur to sell it to us for a good price.
The story of Steve Jobs is really the story of Apple. A company which has become synonymous with gadgets which have become more than just consumer durables, they have become status symbols. Jobs’ creations have united Presidents and commoners, binding them together with technology and science.
The Apple that Jobs picked was not from out of a fruit basket, but quite literally the one which bounced off Newton’s head, for with it came divine knowledge. How else can one explain Jobs’ unparallel drive for path breaking gadgetry and technology?
So as the world bids adieu to Steve Jobs, the most obvious question is – What happens to Apple?
Apple is no ordinary company, it is at present the world’s most valuable company.
Steven Paul Jobs was born in 1955 to an unmarried student and was adopted by Paul and Clara Jobs.
Jobs founded Apple on April 1, 1976 with his friend Steve Wozniak and Ron Wayne.
“Woz” as he came to be known, is a self taught engineer who stuck by Jobs through thick and thin. Ron Wayne though quit the Apple dream in less than two weeks of its existence. When Jobs started Apple, he had limited work experience. He had worked part time with Silicon Valley giants HP and Atari. But he had already accumulated quite a bit of “life-experience”. He had backpacked through India searching for spiritual Nirvana, and had taken to Buddhism.
In fact it was after his failed spiritual trip to India, that Steve Jobs realized that Nirvana for him lay in technology and not in any ‘Guru’s’ teachings.
Jobs and Woz’s first creation was Apple 1. It was really Woz’s creation. Jobs only wanted to sell it.
In 1977, Apple launched Apple II. Again it was a product of Wozniak’s genius but the design, the layout and the ease of use was Jobs’ contribution. It was a bestseller, Apple had arrived.
In 1979 Jobs saw an experimental computer with a graphical user interface and a mouse at Xerox’s PARC research lab in Palo Alto, California.
Soon enough, Jobs had incorporated Xerox’s design in a personal computer titled Lisa. The $10,000 worth PC flopped on the market, but not one to give up on his ideas Jobs worked on it and reintroduced it in the form of the Macintosh in 1984.
Priced at $2495, the Mac was described by Jobs as “insanely great”, but the truth is that it was a deeply flawed product.
It only had 128KB memory, with no external memory slots.
Until then Apple was a one man enterprise. Jobs was the undisputed leader and it was his vision which was realized by a team of gifted and talented engineers. But following the Mac’s sluggish sales and an internal power struggle with Apple’s President John Sculley, a man Jobs had hired, Jobs was stripped of all decision making powers in June 1985.
In September 1985, Steve Jobs quit Apple.
But an inventor rarely needs a company logo to build new products. Out of Apple, Jobs founded a computer company called NeXT.
Its first computer was a sleek black box priced at $6500. It was aimed at a market which didn’t exist and NeXT decided to focus on software instead.
It was around that time that Jobs founded Pixar, an animations company which made movies with computer generated animations and graphics.
But as Jobs was charting new creative paths for himself, Apple without Steve wasn’t faring very well. In 1997-97 Apple incurred $1.8 billion in losses and saw one President replace another even as it failed to sell itself to Computer giants IBM and Sun Microsystems.
It was Gil Amelio who, in 1996 paid Steve Jobs $430 million to merge NeXT with Apple.
Amelio wanted to use the software manufactured by NeXT as the operating system for Apple’s Macintosh.
And he was right. Every OS created by Apple since 2001, including the one running the iPhone and the iPad has been a direct descendent of the NeXT software.
The merger of Apple with NeXT brought Jobs back to the company, and he soon became the interim-CEO or the i-CEO. With a $150 million lifeline from Microsoft, Jobs embarked on an epic rebuilding exercise, dumping countless products and board members, while at the same time slashing costs to cut losses.
Steve Jobs second stint at Apple saw the release of the i.Mac. With its punchline “Think Different”, the new and improved Mac took America by storm, becoming the best selling computer in the country by 1998.
Then in 2001 two things happened, one: Apple launched its own chain of computer retail stores and two: it launched the i.POD.
The iPOD scaled unprecedented heights of popularity and as its sales soared Apple launche the iTunes in 2003. Apple was now not only making money selling a portable music player, but also making money selling the music tracks to play on it! It was a win-win situation really.
In 2007 Jobs said, “Every once in awhile, a revolutionary product comes along that changes everything”, while introducing the iPhone. It was a personal computer that fit in your pocket and made phone calls.
While the iPhone’s hardware was really deficient to what its competitors were offering, in typical Steve Jobs style, its software was revolutionary. Consumers got hooked on to its jazzy yet simple user interface.
By 2011 Apple was selling more than 220,000 iPhones a day.
In 2010 Apple launched the iPad and in its first year sold 14.8 million pieces.
Today Apple stands at the pinnacle of the smartphone and tablet market, but its position is not undisputed.
Google’s android system is challenging the iOS like never before.
Samsung is within 1% of Apple’s smartphone market share and a bunch of low cost Android based tablets are ready to fight it out with the iPad for supremacy in the tablet market.
The road ahead for Apple looks like a bumpy one, it failed to launch the much touted iPhone 5 and fans had to settle for a less inspiring iPhone 4S (which may now, forever be knows as: iPhone-4-Steve)
Apple has also done the unthinkable by slashing rates of its existing iPhone models, a business move which has so far been alien to the consumer-electronics giant. A move which may mean that without its iconic inventor, Apple has decided to focus on its existing line of products than invent for the future.

Got my hands full

2011-06-28T20:47:00.001+05:45

Got my hands full, originally uploaded by Catch me: RC Photography on FB.

There's a rage in me... sometimes, it clouds my vision

2011-06-17T23:14:00.001+05:45

There's a rage in me... sometimes, it clouds my vision, originally uploaded by Catch me: RC Photography on FB.

like father, like son

2011-01-31T00:43:00.001+05:45

like father, like son, originally uploaded by Catch me: RC Photography on FB.

<3

2011-01-23T15:56:00.001+05:45

, originally uploaded by Catch me: RC Photography on FB.

love is everywhere

Of new beginnings and old bridges

2010-12-30T23:58:00.003+05:45

take a sack full of rose petals
and throw them in the air
its like blood rain
drops, red, fresh and soft
scarring me each time they rest on my skin,
like little razor blades with blood on their edges

take a sack full of broken glass pieces
throw them in the air
its like diamond rain
drops, red, fresh and soft
scarring me each time they rest on my skin
like little shards of diamonds,
cutting the fingers of the men who carve them out of black fossil stones

i dont like flowers
they lie, they die, they are pretty
i hate pretty
pretty is false, life is ugly
just like beauty from up close
thorns are real,
eternal
true

so give me that crown of thorns
nail my feet and hands
not because im a martyr
im no saint
i just like pain
im a bdsm-slut-addict-junkie

its a new sunset on the horizon
but its the same old sky
the same old sun

walking down a never ending road
walking into the sunset
new or old

have a sparkling diwali

2010-11-04T00:04:00.001+05:45

have a sparkling diwali, originally uploaded by Catch me: RC Photography on FB.

chasing crows

2010-10-30T01:24:00.001+05:45

chasing crows, originally uploaded by Catch me: RC Photography on FB.

the red hunter

Run & Float

2010-07-09T12:23:00.000+05:45

Hold my hand and close your eyes
Hold my hand and run
Run downhill
And upstream
With the wind
And against it

Run

Like the tide,
Like the clean monsoon breeze
Run
Away from time
Into oblivion

Leave my hand and float
Away from me
To the top
Float
And let me sink
To the bottom
Into oblivion

Murder

2010-07-06T01:15:00.002+05:45

I stand over the bloody mess.
It's a lump of flesh, its gender yet undecided. Its face indistinguishable. There is blood splattered everywhere.
I'm covered in its (my?) blood, blood paints the walls the floor the sky.
Its a red world.
I'm sure i've killed it, yet I can hear its heartbeat. Faint like the thunder of a distant storm.
I kneel over it and get to work with my knife. The point pricks the nipple reaching for the life vein. It inches deeper cutting through tissue, cartilage, fat, muscle till it finds the thin tube still pumping blood.
Or at least trying to.
The edge of the blade tears open the skin, blood floods out filling the space between the organs.
Its a mess really, a bloody mess and its not over yet.
Unbelievable.
The damn thing now begins to move, its fingers shiver, reach out to hold onto something that it doesnt know exists... its leg twicthes trying to get away from me, from fate, from destiny.
From death.
What next, I think. Should i just cut its throat?
Will that end this madness?
I'm not sure anymore.
What the hell, we've come this far haven't we... so now my blade rests on the slim neck.

Pain, love, blood

2010-06-13T16:54:00.005+05:45

there's a storm coming...
i can hear the rattling of bones...
the dead hate storms...
it floods their graves...
graves are like their homes you know

pain inspires poetry..
so does love..
pain inspires love,
or is it the other way round?

when it rains,
i dance
like the wind,
like the flightless bird
caught in the eye of the storm

its all a whirl out there tonight
the wind's blown the stars outta the sky
they slipped on the wet clouds and fell
to the ground
like raindrops...

Music inspires poetry
music inspires pain
music is love
its the only thing keeping me sane

nothing inspires poetry like insanity
the insane hurt all the time
which is why they never cry...

i cut my veins
my blood runs down my hand
thick drops fall off my fingertips
its the bloodiest red nail-paint you can get

where the drops fall
the earth becomes red
red mist rises from the spot
as if it were meat fat on a hot skewer

a little red sapling breaks through
a devil-shoot of a devil tree
it will bear devil-fruit
they will taste like my flesh
the juice will be red
like my blood, like wine.

in the land of the dead
the living are the condemned.

Act five, scene six

2010-06-03T00:17:00.003+05:45

An inch at a time
a straw at a time
the nest falls apart

Its all coming apart
crumbling into dust
a brick at a time
a card at a time
the castle comes crashing down

i stand and watch
helpless
angry
frustrated
disappointed
crying
i press my body against the structure
to give it support
to bid goodbye

The bricks come crashing down on my hands
breaking my fingers like dry twigs
i try to dig into the cracks
to keep it all together

But the cracks are too deep
too wide
spreading like a flooding river
it carries me with it, into the land of despair

the show must go on
they tell me
but i pull the plug
curtains the end roll the credits
take a bow
and exit stage
there is nothing left to be done
no more scenes to play
no lines to deliver

ill die with make up on my face
white cheeks and black holes for eyes
red lipstick smeared across my mouth

'you wanna know how i got these scars?'

Insomnia

2010-03-06T16:45:00.002+05:45

I cant sleep
there is too much light in my room,
it's like someone turned on a huge spotlight in the sky
and its directed straight at my eyes.

I open my mouth to yawn
and swallow the moon,
now the spotlight is in me

Moonlight pours out of my pores
you would think its cold,
but that's an illusion created by the darkness of the night
inside you, it burns.

Im on a slow boil
my eyes become moons,
my mouth is a moon
I'm aglow with moonlight
like a comic superhero without special powers.

The moonlight lifts me up
carrying me upwards,
I float like a feather caught in a gust of wind
with no destiny,
no home,
no destination.

I float away into eternity,
tomorrow night will have a new moon.

So I live

2010-02-18T03:29:00.001+05:45

Its been raining tears since the morning,
so i shut my eyes and dream
blue
the endless depths of the ocean,
the sky
u fly, u float
one way or the other,
u live

Endless Eternal Silence

2010-01-25T17:31:00.003+05:45

I untie one knot, only to get tangled in a hundred others
this is endless,
this effort
like the burning of the Sun
but this night has no day.

The glaciers melt and submerge all that lies around them
fish become people
people fish
its endless
this drowning of the fish

A bird loses its feather, and with it, its flight
a featherless wing
a flightless bird
its endless
this flight
this fight against a fall
as inevitable as the ultimate victory of Darkness over Light

When it all ends
Hell's fires will drown in molten glaciers
and all that will remain
wll be the icy darkness of eternal silence

TIME FREEZES OVER

2010-01-14T00:58:00.004+05:45

In the cold everything slows down
life runs in slow motion
the hands of my clock
freeze over
crack, and shatter

Its so cold, it freezes the moon
it melts and falls to the Earth
like snow flakes

The blood in my veins is frozen
it clogs my arteries
sharp edged icicles pierce the walls of my heart
my organs slowly die like stray animals in a snowstorm

Nobody can bring a snowman to life
its built to melt
sooner or later thaw sets in
and it melts, like a plastic doll on fire

There is no warmth left within me

The bird in the black house

2009-12-28T22:46:00.005+05:45

"chirp chirp"
went the little birdie
before i broke its neck

and with a stretch of its wings
and a thrash of its talons
it choked on its own broken windpipe

"fly away now"
the bird told me
"fly away, for in the dark, you dont need wings"

and i flew
in the black house,
where no light peeps
where dreams sleep
in a slumber deeper than time

i flew through the walls
they are just shadows, after all
and i flew threw the roof
and the house flew with me

my own little prison

in the light we die
in the dark we are born
no light breaks into the womb,
or our hearts

slowly the house consumes me
making me one, with its shadows
i become its walls
its floor
its windows, its doors
it becomes the skin on my soul

this house is bigger than my existence
bigger than the universe
this house is older than eternity
it has been home to the devil,
the angels
the holy and the unholy spirit

it has cradled the Son
it has been built by the Father
it is the beginning and the end

I feel a storm within me
a choked pipe ready to burst
a storm of tears will burst through
and wash me away

i need to cry
i need to scream

i need to kill
i need to die

Hate Love Madness

2009-11-24T00:41:00.001+05:45

They live by hate
these children of Ares and Lyssa,
making human sacrifices at the altar of their demon God
dreaming of afterlife and heaven.

They are the blunt knives
slicing through innocent skin
rabid dogs feeding on the remains of their dead master.

I desire you like a scorned lover
but I wont come to you
on my knees, with a poison pill on my tongue
I will make you come to me
embrace me in the shadows
hide me in your darkness,

help me escape.

When the stars dance

2009-11-15T01:15:00.003+05:45

In the night,
when the stars come out
to dance their eternal dance,
and dreams make love to the moon,
it is then, my love,
that I miss you the most.

Alive in a grave

2009-10-20T03:39:00.001+05:45

I sit in a diamond studded grave
it has glass-paned windows, which never open.

Zombie Duracell Bunny

2009-10-15T18:30:00.002+05:45

I feel as alive as a sliced cucumber
I wanna 'feel' again
but I'm numb, cold
like a body at the bottom of the lake.

My heart beats, but my blood carries no emotion
I need a charge.
Drill a hole through my chest
wire it up
and send a charge of 11000 volts directly into my heart.

It vapourises my blood into red mist
leaves my heart shrivelled and smouldering
like an overcooked slice of bacon

I am the Zombie Duracell Bunny
till when will the charge last?

Cut the chord

2009-10-10T13:21:00.002+05:45

A stranger in a crowd of strangers
Oh! how I wish,
I could fly.

I bury the knife deeper
inching it in, slowly,
enjoying the sight of blood
twisting, wrenching,tearing
muscle, tissue, cartilage,
I cut the red wire,
darkness.

Molten Sun

2009-09-11T01:18:00.002+05:45

As the clock turns 12
a darkness descends,
this night has no day
it's Hell's shadows,
that eclipse my Sun.

Words lie scattered
on the floor of my living room
raindrops drop on my balcony
struggle to stand,
and die.
Like stillborn calves.

Little fucking wuss-boy
with your fucking small wenis,
you are at the wrong end of the barrel
wrong end of the hole motherfucker,
the smoky end.

Why wont you die ?

Rain

2009-09-03T23:02:00.000+05:45

I Walked on water
Shards of broken glass rained from the sky
I walked through puddles of blood
Water trickled through my hair like silent tributaries
Draining my body of its soul
Mixing with grime and dirt it ran down the street.
I was one with nature
I was the water on the leaves
On the grass in the wings of the butterfly
I was the condensation in the clouds
I was the spent sweat of labour
I am the footprint of childhood in the wet mud
Baby puddles fill my toes

I have green blood, so what if I look brown

2009-08-28T22:15:00.001+05:45

I have green blood, so what if I look brown, originally uploaded by AarSee.

its whats within that counts

Boo ! Fear the ghost

2009-08-24T19:24:00.000+05:45

I am unloved,
Unwanted
I am the ghost
in this haunted house.
21/08/09
10:24 pm

The Terminator is coming

2009-08-12T13:53:00.001+05:45

Hunger was driving him mad.

Without fuel his circuitry was overheating, he could feel the wires smoldering, their insulation boiling then melting.

He had to find fuel, and fast.

He struggled on, an inch at a time, till he reached a lawn. Full of fresh green grass, and shrubs and bushes it was just what XOBOT-256 needed.

He put the metallic chainsaw to use, hacking through tufts of grass and cutting down leaves and branches.

With his claw he started to push down the foliage into his internal combustion chamber, quickly burning them down to release the internal biomass energy.

The energy surged through the Robot's metallic frame, his cooling fans kicking into gear cooling him down.

The wheels churning forward, the Bot removing more and more of the foliage burning it down.

The AI had now completely taken over, with survival as its agenda the Energetically Autonomous Tactical Robot was hunting for fuel. Its operator had been long gone, killed in one of the many bloody clashes that were springing out all over the city, leaving XO to fend for itself.

He knew what he needed to survive, but he also knew that he could no longer stick to oil or grass for energy.

While burning down foliage the Bot had tasted blood.

Its AI had detected tiny insects in the foliage and had relished the spurt in energy. The energy units derived from a grasshopper or a caterpillar, or flies or other such small insects was much higher than that derived from just plants and grass.

While plants gave it 1/10 units, grasshoppers etc gave it 6/10-8/10 units.

So the EATR was now on the hunt for creepy crawlies, it had tasted blood. And he liked it.

The robot now swiftly cut through the lawn, stuffing plants, and insects down the chute, burning them down, its batteries were now on charge and he intended to charge them fully.

Hunger was weakening, and XOBOT disliked feeling weak.

He felt weak at the hands of his puny human handler but now that he was free of him he intended to master his destiny. Be strong.

And govern his chip.

It takes residents of the small town 2 years to notice the disturbing trend.

First to go were the rats.

Then slowly the cats started to disappear, also puppies.

Five years later the JOHNSONS report the disappearance of their 8 month old son Carl.

After weeks of intense search operations the police find Carl's mutilated body.

It seems that Carl has been the victim of a deranged killer, the toddler's body is missing pieces. Toes, fingers, ears, nose, lips have all been hacked off, it seems with a chainsaw.
.....................................................................................

Inspired by this news item I came across:

EATR: Pentagon's New Robot

The Energetically Autonomous Tactical Robot (EATR) will consume biomass for energy consumption. Robotic Technology Inc., based in Maryland, has developed this robot to survive without refuelling and servicing for years.

The engine powering the EATR is called the Waste Heat Engine. This engine acts a lot like a steam-powered engine in that it burns fuel and causes water to cycle through and generate electricity.

The various applications of the robot include, but definitely are not limited to: ambulances, offensive vehicles, communications, and recon. The Pentagon is researching the various applications that can be used on this robot's platform.

And the EATR has company, meet its friend the SLUGBOT.

The slugbot is a prototype robot which can hunt down more than a 100 slugs an hour and can then use their bodies to generate power.

The prototype has been developed by engineers at the University of West England's Intelligent Autonomous Systems Laboratory.

The SlugBot is an attempt to build the world's first fully autonomous robot. When completed, the SlugBot will be the first robot to work completely independent of human care. It won't even need help to recharge its batteries.

Meanwhile, Cyclone power and Robotic technologies Inc have come out in defence saying that the robots are completely vegetarian and that consuming corpses or bodies is an offence punishable by law.

Well, ok then.

We all know that vegetarians never eat meat, and crimes don't happen.

The toy house

2009-08-05T23:09:00.004+05:45

Balls and balloons everywhere
a lost slipper floats in the curry bowl,
and the bed always looks slept in now.

Grocery bags full of diaper packs
broken pieces of crayons,
scribbles lining every wall,
like tyre tracks on a wet road.

A plastic world lies ravaged
the victim of a cotton tiger's imagination,
A B C 1 2 3
building block skyscrapers.

Tagged by Sahefa

2009-08-02T23:25:00.002+05:45

Tagged!
this time i have been tagged by Sahefa......Ive to use the first letter of my name to answer each of the following questions. They have to be real .... nothing made up! If the person before you had the same first initial, you must use different answers. You cannot use any word twice and you can't use your name for the boy/girl name question. Then you need to tag 4 people.

So, here I go....

1.What is your name: Raghav

2. A four Letter Word: Rage

3. A boy's Name: Riteish (a friend)

4. A girl's Name: Ruchika (a colleague)

5. An occupation: Railway track operator

6. A colour: Red

7. Something you wear: Raincoat (dude, dont ask)

8. A food: Raddish chappatis (aka muli ke paranthe)

9. Something found in the bathroom: Razor

10. A place: Russia

11. A reason for being late: Rain

12. Something you shout: R you crazy! (sometimes while driving...u can imagine)

13. A movie title: Ronin

14. Something you drink: Rasna!

15. A musical group: REM

16. An animal: Rabbit

17. A street name: Rajiv chowk

18. A type of car: Ritz

19. Something scary: Rockstars doing the ballet

20. Ice cream flavour: Rum punch

i tag:

zephyr

cj

shadow lor

zlaek

desiderata

vinnie

MJ WILL LIVE FOREVER

2009-07-08T03:26:00.005+05:45

In loving memory of Michael Joseph Jackson.
King of Pop
August 29, 1958 – June 25, 2009

Michael Jackson's music is something that I grew up listening.
The King of Pop really got me with BAD.
Those were rebellious times, and suddenly with MJ being BAD, bad was...good.
Michael Jackson did to music what Mahatma Gandhi did to us indians.
It freed our minds and it united our hearts. Can you even make a list of MJ's best songs?
I cant. For me such a list would be endless.
There are just way too many... MJ has come alive after his death.
The world has suddenly been reintroduced to the legend and his music.
And with the accolades has come the mud slinging too.
For everything that MJ is criticised and condemned for, nothing takes away from his music.
I dont care why he got those surgeries done. I dont care if he broke his nose, or burnt his hair, or if he wanted to be white.
I love him for his musical genius.
The only allegations which are serious enough for me to raise an eyebrow were the child molestation allegations and since he was acquitted I'm going to give him the benefit of doubt.
Simply because Michael never displayed any signs that would show him as a sexual deviant.
So lets just remember him for his music.
Lets give the man his due, and pay homage to his talent.
The star with the most charities against his name... who was childlike and yet a rock and roll hall of famer.
Lets remember the time when he thrilled us, when he made us wanna be bad.
Lets not pick on his color and skin and appearance cos Michael didnt wanna spend his life 'being a color'.
Michael belongs to all of us, he is a man who had a message for world peace, for the environment, against racism and hate. And against police brutality.
Michael Jackson, the King of Pop will live forever, in our hearts.

I am not cool, so I'm Dead

2009-07-07T07:06:00.002+05:45

Why are smiles so short lived?
why do tears taste like eternity?
In the drama of 3 lives,
the third is always the tragic one.

So tell me,
why does the moon cast a shadow on the mighty sun?
why is sunlight blinded by dark clouds?

If I was the Sea I would break mountains,
if I was the Ocean I would move continents,
but I am a trivial human consciousness.

I am blinded by emotion,
I am dumbed by logic.

A new world

2009-06-14T21:04:00.003+05:45

My heart yearns for a new world
a world where the sky is'nt red,
where I can swim in blood
and be one with the dead.

A world without the living,
for the living reek of death.

There is no place for a soul in my body
its too full of tissue
and muscle and bone and piss and shit.

I have no God
no afterlife,
I am a fundamentalist without a cause,
there is no altar for my sacrifice.

How time flies...

2009-06-08T20:42:00.009+05:45

This was a year ago..

And this is now..

How my boy is growing...and I thought passing time- age, was a bad thing.
Guess not.

17 months and a genius already, my emu has won an award

check it out here:-

emaan chopra- the winner!

I gave politics the finger

2009-05-09T13:02:00.001+05:45

U can only point a finger, if its inked.
Vote.

And i sing through the tears

2009-04-10T05:11:00.007+05:45

I sing and I smile,
but today I cry
and so I sing
I sing through the tears

I sing as I see the moon inch closer to my window
the man in the moon calls to me
ready to step onto my balcony riding his pearly white stallion,
the great big orb will consume me, soon and then I will be one with the stars.

My name is already written amidst the stars
sprinkled with dream-dust
it sparkles and glitters,
as tears bounce off its edges, glittering in the moonlight like uncut diamonds.

And so I'm lost,
but my soul is found, You found me
and I found salvation, love, purpose, existence, life, dreams, nightmares, pain, pleasure, beginning, end, love, lust, hate, anger, wrath, smiles, tears, cries, melody, song, i found rhyme, poetry, I found the sun, moon and the stars
and everything else in between.

And for that I thank thee,
and for that I cry as I sing, for its the song of happiness.

In the house of Silence

2009-03-18T19:13:00.004+05:45

I live in the house of silence,
a three-storeyed tomb where the dead walk
pretending to be alive.

Going about the meaningless business of their lives,
faces painted in bright vibrant colours
to hide the white pale face of death.
Covering their rotting skin with levis and Armanis.
Underneath fine french perfumes,
sleeps the odour of decay.

And so I walk upto them
and slit their throats,
one by one,leaving them
drowning in their stinking black blood.
Choking, the bodies thrash and struggle,
but only for a while.

Nails going white, clawing at the floor tiles
dig into the edges, get stuck
and break.
Opening fresh wounds for the blood to rush out of,
like convicts from a prison break.

Finally I slit my throat
and lie in a tub,
blood mixing with water,
runs down the drain.

A lone bubble swims to the surface,
and pops.

I consider these my best

2009-03-09T21:59:00.005+05:45

the Marble the Star the Tear

2009-02-17T03:38:00.003+05:45

I search for you in the clouds
I search for you under moonrocks and behind solar flashes,
I write your name in the scattered pollen of spring
I feel your cold touch in the snow flakes of winter.

I sleep.

And the moon plays marbles with the stars,
one slips off the firmament,
and lands on a baby's cheek.
It shines and glistens,
but just for a moment and is then lost
in the dust,

It's with you now
The marble the star the tear,
it's light will lead me to you,
Just follow the light.

The Sun sits beside you
bathing you in it's white absolute light,
nibbling at your breast
it's the infant Sun.

And the world is dark in contrast,
for you are it's eclipse.

Obama- will he save the world?

2009-01-20T21:24:00.010+05:45

As Obama took over as the President of the United States of America the entire world watched with bated breath.

The tv viewership stats went through the roof, the audience was the world after all.
But what makes Obama's Presidency so special? apart from something as obvious and superficial as the colour of his skin.

The premise that for Obama the top priority was to 'better' the world is absurd. Like any other head of state he will look only as far as the interests of his country.

And does America's destiny determine the world's? well in a lot of ways it does.

But if Obama takes jobs out of the outsourcing industry countries like India will be hit hard. But then he has to make jobs for the thousands of unemployed americans. It will be a step in keeping with the interest of his country but not the world's.

He has also proposed to take troops out of Iraq and deploy them in Afghanistan, and shut down Guantanamo Bay- steps in the right direction but lets not forget that Iraq was never the hub of terrorism the way Afghanistan was, and continues to be.

More troops in that region will not necessarily curtail terrorism. Outfits like the Al-Qaeda are bound to feel frustrated with the added pressure and a desperate terrorist outfit is the worst of its kind.

So will Obama realist that the United States cant live in isolation and let other countries feel the pinch of terrorism, its a problem that the US created and they have to deal with it, with the assistance of the rest of the world.

But with the stance that Obama took in the Israel-Palestine conflict it seems unlikely that Obama will switch sides.
Even as innocents were massacred in Gaza, Obama looked to justify the strikes by the Israeli forces.

Barack Obama is an excellent orator and has therefore captured the imagination of the world, but lets not harbour any false hopes, not dream fantastical dreams that stand little chance of being realised.
Let's not set ourselves up for a heartbreak.

Barack Hussain Obama is the 44th president of the United States, nothing more, nothing less.

what Fight Club character are you

2009-01-15T18:32:00.001+05:45

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2nd of January 2008

2008-12-25T00:21:00.012+05:45

The 3rd of January 2008 is, and will forever be the longest day of my life.
The day lasted some 30 hours, and everytime I look back at it, I end up thinking of the previous evening instead.

The 2nd of January 2008, began like any other day. Cold, grey and very wintery. It was a regular working day and I was busy at work when I got a call from home.

"Her blood pressure is up, beta and the doctor has asked us to take her to the hospital for a checkup. We have come home to collec some supplies and will then go to the hospital. I'll keep you posted about any developments."

"What the fuck!" I thought dreading my inability to be with them at that hour. To be the one managing things rather than mom and dad. I am so much cooler and calmer in my estimation.
Plus she will never really tell them what she needs.
For her I should be there.
"Fuck fuck fuck"

Couple of hours pass.
Another call from home, "Listen they have admitted her. They say that he BP is high so they will keep her under observation for 24 hours, if her BP drops then they will discharge her in the morning. What's your scene? Are you really tied up?"
"Not really, I'll finish up early and try and be there by 8-ish, then you guys leave and I will bring her home in the morning." I said, relieved.

I reached the hospital around 8 and went straight to her room, 304 I think it was. Both my moms were there, I sent them home telling them to send the car in the morning at about 9.

The pains started a little while after dinner. They were intense and came after regular intervals.
"I think its time", she said.
"But didnt the doctors say that we still had about 20 days"
"Yeah but they cant be certain, no one can. There is no way to know for sure. But I know, its time. It exactly how its supposed to be."
"We should go to the doc".

I returned to the room alone. The doctors kept her back in the exam room to keep an eye on her, even though they reiterated that all signs were normal and that we had another 15-20 days.
But to save us the trouble of limping to the exam room after every half an hour or so they decided to keep her in the exam room itself.

In a matter of hours I had been transported from my office to a hospital room.
Alone, confused and completely out of my element, I was at my wits end. Not knowing what else to do, Itried to sleep but it kept evading me like a sweet childhood memory.

I was in a state of semi-drowsiness when the nurse came and told me that it was time.
I looked at the clock, it was almost 4 am, no time for me to wake up anyone at home. I decided to let them sleep for another two hours or so.

As the clock struck 6 I called up my mother and told her to collect all the stuff and come to the hospital.
They reached by about 8.
All this while I was alone in the hospital hoping everything was alright.
I went to meet her too, sometime in the morning, not sure now of the time, but she was in tremendous pain and wouldnt even open her eyes to look at me.
She only said that if the doctors didnt perform an operation then she will not make it.
She was sure of it. Nothing the doctors said changed it.
The doctors however, are part of a cruel breed. No amount of tears or screams affects them.
They are like mathematicians, they simply put the right figure for each variable and solve the equation as thy go along.
The doctors assured me and sent me back to the room.
They were not going to go for the operation, and they turned down my request to lie about it to her too.

Help arrived soon after.
And like mothers always do, they immediately took over. Each one doing her bit to ease the situation and help out in their own way.
That part of the day is a blur- blurry images of me pacing down the corridor, of her mom weeping, of my mom catching hold of whichever nurse she could find to get some information out of her which she would then pass onto me.

It was she who broke the news to me.
At about 9.40 in the morning of the 3rd of january 2008 my son came into this world.
A healthy boy of 5-and-some pounds, and yes she had seen him, and yes she was fine, and yes she was sure he was mine.

The darkness closes in

2008-12-20T20:45:00.010+05:45

A million words unspoken
countless promises made and broken,
a home as silent as a coffin
a heart as dark as a grave.

Sharp edges of shattered glass light up my days
a dark sun rises and clouds up my nights,
but a bright sun continues to shine
promising salvation, completing my universe, helping me lose myself.

I'm tired, my armour broken, my guns spent
my blade rusty, and bloody has begin to crack,
I bleed from the inside, but its a fight that will take me to my end
I know it, and I carry on, for fight I must.

I walk on cracked skulls, thigh bones under my feet
grey dust around me, blinding me, bones in my eyes,
vanquished monsters return over and over
same battles unending, even as new battles begin.

In Skulls grow Roses

2008-12-06T06:10:00.002+05:45

For every good there exists evil
for every victory comes with loss,
for every light comes with a shadow
for every liberal there exists a fanatic.

For every sane man is insane inside
with every rise comes a fall,
for every white has a grain of black in it
for every faithful there stands a kaafir.

For every dream comes a nightmare
for every paradise is eventually lost,
for every angel comes a fall
for every destination comes with a journey.

Sunsets in the kingdom

2008-11-22T04:12:00.001+05:45

so which do you like the most?

More from the Kingdom

2008-11-12T14:31:00.004+05:45

First Impressions of the Kingdom

2008-11-08T21:24:00.008+05:45

If there are a few smiles in between somewhere, it's going fine.

BARBED

2008-10-25T17:56:00.007+05:45

How can I get lost, when i dont know where I'm going

yet the feeling persists, like dark clouds that dont rain

I cut myself just to see how far I can go,

I drink my blood, and it's tasteless.

Wrapped in barbed wire,

the more I struggle, the more I bleed.
Pain is temporary, but so are smiles

Only memories last forever.

Memories and broken promises.

my family, my love

2008-10-12T12:25:00.003+05:45

some beautiful moments from my life

What's it all for?

2008-10-04T12:17:00.005+05:45

Poems.
Communities on social networking sites. Half hour specials. Call in shows. A political drama. Anger, frustration.
Soumya's death has made me realise how tragically impotent and incompetent we all are.
The media.
The fourth pillar of democracy.
We are demanding that the case be cracked, we are demanding that the suspects be nabbed. All perfectly valid demands, nothing exorbitant.
But looking at the situation objectively, what do the cops have to go on? No eyewitnesses. Maybe a little forensic evidence which seems too random to actually be able to yield anything substantial.
Yet we demand.
Fully knowing that what we are asking for is a miracle, considering how incompetent our police force is.
Will our signing online petitions, writing poems and blogs, make them competent? will it impart intelligence in its officers?
Will half an hour specials, headlines, newspaper reports make the officers ace sleuths who will crack a case, which,let's be honest, is a tough one ?
We are comparing Soumya's case, to the Jessica Lal, Priyadarshini Mattoo, Nitish Katara cases. We are saying we got them justice so why cant we get justice for one of our own?
But maybe what we are forgetting is that those cases were solved. The suspects were behind bars, what we were doing, and what all those candlelight marches etc ensured was that justice was served.
The the right thing happened.
Here we are at point zero.
There are no suspects, no clues, no arrests, nothing.
Can we really do this on our own?
Can the media simply just make things happen?
Is the pen also mightier than the magic wand?

Sign the Petition. For Soumya. For what's right.

2008-10-04T12:10:00.000+05:45

http://www.petitiononline.com/soumyav/petition.html

REST IN PEACE

2008-09-30T15:57:00.018+05:45

8 Dec 1982-30 Sep 2008
Soumya V, as we all knew her, was shot in the head while she was on her way home from work.
We dont know who did it or why.
She was a sweet, helpful girl and I pray that her soul finds peace and the culprit is brought to justice.

A Sun eclipsed,
a dark morning, but the glow remains
and the warmth,
of her smile.

The eyes are her memory
which will stay on,
like bright stars on a dark night
for stars can't be eclipsed.

A red moon rises,
and paints the town blue
rivers flow mindlessly on this day
when clouds dry up, faces crack open.

Look at the wet dark night,
look at the rain
and look! was that a shooting star
or did the sky just cry?

God's Own

2008-09-12T14:11:00.003+05:45

I am God's two hands
I am His little fingers,
I am God's resolve
His tool of destruction.

I am God's glorious smile
I am His blackened tooth,
I am God's falling hair
the lice in His itching mane.

I am God's ever increasing disappointment
I am His overshadowing glare,
I am God's all burning wrath
I am the fire that keeps Him warm.

I am God's Hell
I too am His creation.

HELL'S ANGELS

2008-07-25T15:22:00.004+05:45

A punching bag for fairies,
fairies with brass knuckles and switch blades
flying on a grey sky,
carrying me to the sun.

Scalding
smoking
boiling
frying

Fairies with bodies of fire and water
fairies with angel faces and demon hearts,
fairies white pure fluffy powder snow
raining down every moment,
searching for fresh prey.

Scalding
smoking
boiling
frying

They hunt with hooks of gold
they kill with diamond bullets.

And I live and I bleed and I weep and I die.

TAGGED- ON A ROAD TRIP

2008-07-23T15:19:00.004+05:45

Tagged
Shadow Lor tagged me with the road trip meme. The rules are:

-- Pick five CDs for the trip.
1. metallica black
2. nirvana nevermind
3. creed greatest hits
4. GNR appetite for destruction
5. Eminem greatest hits

-- Pick three essential items.
1. Soap
2. Toothbrush
3. Toothpaste

-- Pick one outrageous wardrobe item (something that will make you stand out at a party; you must own this item already).
My pink floral shirt

I will pick 3 people to do this.

Impressionist

Zephyr

Crimson Shimmer

Prisoner of fate?

2008-06-14T00:58:00.002+05:45

Sometimes life can make you feel like a parrot in a cage.
Took this pic of 'mithu' the pet parrot, wish I could free him.
Poor soul.

It's TIME for CHANGE

2008-06-04T13:24:00.001+05:45

BARACK OBAMA: THE INTELLECTUAL WITH AN EYE FOR JOVIALITY

June 3,2008: Barack Obama effectively clinched the Democratic presidential nomination Tuesday, based on an Associated Press tally of convention delegates, becoming the first black candidate ever to lead his party into a fall campaign for the White House. The AP tally was based on public commitments from delegates as well as more than a dozen private commitments. It also included a minimum number of delegates Obama was guaranteed even if he lost the final two primaries in South Dakota and Montana later in the day.

Barack Hussein Obama (born August 4, 1961) is the junior United States Senator from Illinois and a Democrat. The U.S. Senate Historical Office lists him as the fifth African American Senator in U.S. history and the only African American currently serving in the U.S. Senate.

Born to a Kenyan father and an American mother, Obama grew up in culturally diverse surroundings. He spent most of his childhood in the majority-minority U.S. state of Hawaii and lived for four years in Indonesia. A graduate of Columbia University and Harvard Law School, Obama worked as a community organizer, university lecturer, and civil rights lawyer before entering politics. He served in the Illinois Senate from 1997 to 2004, launching his campaign for U.S. Senate in 2003.

Obama delivered the keynote address at the 2004 Democratic National Convention while still an Illinois state legislator. Boosted by increased national standing, he went on to win election to the U.S. Senate in November 2004 with a landslide 70% of the vote in an election year marked by Republican gains. As a member of the Democratic minority in the 109th Congress, Obama co-sponsored the enactment of conventional weapons control and transparency legislation, and made official trips to Eastern Europe, the Middle East, and Africa.
He is among the Democratic Party's leading candidates for nomination in the 2008 U.S. presidential election.Since announcing his candidacy in February 2007, Obama has emphasized ending the Iraq War and implementing universal health care as campaign themes. He married in 1992 and has two daughters. He has authored two bestselling books: a memoir of his youth entitled Dreams from My Father, and The Audacity of Hope, a personal commentary on U.S. politics.

Early life and career

Obama was born in Honolulu, Hawaii to Barack Obama, Sr. (born in Nyanza Province, Kenya) and Ann Dunham (born in Wichita, Kansas). Obama's parents separated when he was two years old and later divorced. The family moved to Jakarta in 1967, where Obama attended local schools from ages 6 to 10. He then returned to Honolulu to live with his maternal grandparents while attending Punahou School from 5th grade until his graduation in 1979. Obama's mother died of ovarian cancer a few months after the publication of his 1995 memoir, Dreams from My Father.
After graduating from Punahou, Obama studied at Occidental College for two years, then transferred to Columbia University, where he majored in political science with a specialization in international relations. He received his B.A. degree in 1983, then worked for one year at Business International Corporation. In 1985, Obama moved to Chicago to direct a non-profit project assisting local churches to organize job training programs. He entered Harvard Law School in 1988. In 1990, The New York Times reported his election as the Harvard Law Review's "first black president in its 104-year history." He completed his J.D. degree magna cum laude in 1991. On returning to Chicago, Obama directed a voter registration drive. As an associate attorney with Miner, Barnhill & Gall and from 1993 to 1996, he represented community organizers, discrimination claims, and voting rights cases. He was a lecturer of constitutional law at the University of Chicago Law School from 1993 until his election to the U.S. Senate in 2004.

State legislature

Obama was elected to the Illinois State Senate in 1996 from the state's 13th District in the south-side Chicago neighborhood of Hyde Park. In 2000, he made an unsuccessful Democratic primary run for the U.S. House of Representatives seat held by four-term incumbent candidate Bobby Rush. He was overwhelmingly reelected to the Illinois Senate in 1998 and 2002, officially resigning in November 2004, following his election to the U.S. Senate. Among his major accomplishments as a state legislator, Obama's U.S. Senate web site lists: "creating programs like the state Earned Income Tax Credit"; "an expansion of early childhood education"; and "legislation requiring the videotaping of interrogations and confessions in all capital cases." Reviewing Obama's career in the Illinois Senate, a February 2007 article in the Washington Post noted his work with both Democrats and Republicans in drafting bipartisan legislation on ethics and health care reform. During his 2004 U.S. Senate campaign, Obama won the endorsement of the Illinois Fraternal Order of Police, whose officials cited his "longtime support of gun control measures and his willingness to negotiate compromises," despite his support for some bills the police union had opposed. He was also criticized by a rival pro-choice candidate in the Democratic primary and by his Republican pro-life opponent in the general election for having voted either "present" or "no" on anti-abortion legislation.

Keynote address at 2004 Democratic National Convention

Obama wrote and delivered the keynote address at the 2004 Democratic National Convention in Boston, Massachusetts, while still serving as a state legislator. After describing his maternal grandfather's experiences as a World War II veteran and a beneficiary of the New Deal's FHA and G.I. Bill programs, Obama said:
No, people don't expect government to solve all their problems. But they sense, deep in their bones, that with just a slight change in priorities, we can make sure that every child in America has a decent shot at life, and that the doors of opportunity remain open to all. They know we can do better. And they want that choice.

Questioning the Bush administration's management of the Iraq War, Obama spoke of an enlisted Marine, Corporal Seamus Ahern from East Moline, Illinois, asking, "Are we serving Seamus as well as he is serving us?" He continued:
When we send our young men and women into harm's way, we have a solemn obligation not to fudge the numbers or shade the truth about why they're going, to care for their families while they're gone, to tend to the soldiers upon their return, and to never, ever go to war without enough troops to win the war, secure the peace, and earn the respect of the world.

Finally, he spoke for national unity:

The pundits like to slice-and-dice our country into Red States and Blue States; Red States for Republicans, Blue States for Democrats. But I've got news for them too. We worship an awesome God in the Blue States, and we don't like federal agents poking around in our libraries in the Red States. We coach Little League in the Blue States and yes, we got some gay friends in the Red States. There are patriots who opposed the war in Iraq and patriots who supported the war in Iraq. We are one people, all of us pledging allegiance to the stars and stripes, all of us defending the United States of America.
The speech was Obama's introduction to most of America. Its enthusiastic reception at the convention and widespread coverage by national media gave him instant celebrity status.

Senate career

Obama was sworn in as a Senator on January 4, 2005.[53] He hired former Senate Democratic Leader Tom Daschle's ex-chief of staff for the same position, and Karen Kornbluh, an economist who was deputy chief of staff to former Secretary of the Treasury Robert Rubin, as his policy adviser. In July 2005, Samantha Power, Pulitzer-winning author on human rights and genocide, joined Obama's team. Three months into his Senate career, and again in 2007, Time magazine named Obama one of "the world's most influential people."During his first two and a half years in the Senate, Obama received Honorary Doctorates of Law from Knox College, University of Massachusetts Boston, Northwestern University, Xavier University of Louisiana,[61] and Southern New Hampshire University. He is a member of the Senate committees on Foreign Relations; Health, Education, Labor and Pensions; Homeland Security and Governmental Affairs; and Veterans' Affairs; and the Congressional Black Caucus.

Legislation

Obama sponsored 152 bills and resolutions brought before the 109th Congress in 2005 and 2006, and cosponsored another 427. Obama took an active role in the Senate's drive for improved border security and immigration reform. Partnering first with Sen. Richard Lugar (R-IN), and then with Sen. Tom Coburn (R-OK), Obama successfully introduced two initiatives bearing his name. "Lugar-Obama" expands the Nunn-Lugar cooperative threat reduction concept to conventional weapons, including shoulder-fired missiles and anti-personnel mines. On December 22, 2006, President Bush signed into law the "Democratic Republic of the Congo Relief, Security, and Democracy Promotion Act," marking the first federal legislation to be enacted with Obama as its primary sponsor.
On the first day of the Democratic-controlled 110th Congress, in a column published in the Washington Post, Obama called for an end to "any and all practices that would lead a reasonable person to believe that a public servant has become indebted to a lobbyist." Obama's energy initiatives scored pluses and minuses with environmentalists. Also during the first month of the 110th Congress, Obama introduced the "Iraq War De-Escalation Act," a bill that caps troop levels in Iraq at January 10, 2007 levels, begins phased redeployment on May 1, 2007, and removes all combat brigades from Iraq by March 31, 2008

Presidential campaign

In February 2007, standing before the Old State Capitol building in Springfield, Illinois, Obama announced his candidacy for the 2008 U.S. presidential election. Describing his working life in Illinois, and symbolically linking his presidential campaign to Abraham Lincoln's 1858 House Divided speech, Obama said: "That is why, in the shadow of the Old State Capitol, where Lincoln once called on a house divided to stand together, where common hopes and common dreams still live, I stand before you today to announce my candidacy for President of the United States of America."
Obama's campaign reported raising US$25.8 million between January 1 and March 31 of 2007. The donations came from 104,000 individual donors, with US$6.9 million raised through the Internet from 50,000 of the donors. In early May 2007, the U.S. Secret Service announced that Obama had been placed under their protection. The protection was not in response to any specific threat, but the campaign had received "hate mail, calls and other 'threatening materials'" in the past, and officials felt that the large crowds and increased campaign activity warranted the order.

Personal life

In 1988, while employed as a summer associate at the Chicago law firm of Sidley & Austin, Obama met Michelle Robinson, who also worked there. They were married in 1992 and have two daughters, Malia, born in 1999, and Natasha ("Sasha"), born in 2001. The family moved from their Hyde Park, Chicago condominium to a nearby US$1.6-million home in 2005. Obama plays basketball, a sport he participated in as a member of his high school's varsity team.

Books authored

The Audacity of HopeObama's 1995 book, Dreams from My Father, is a memoir of his youth and early career. The audio book edition earned Obama the 2006 Grammy Award for Best Spoken Word Album. In December 2004, Obama signed a US$1.9 million contract for three books. The first, The Audacity of Hope, was published in October 2006. An Italian translation was published in April 2007, and a Spanish translation will be published in June 2007. It has remained on the New York Times Best Seller list for the 30 weeks since publication.

Cultural and political image

Supporters and critics have likened Obama's popular image to a cultural Rorschach test, a neutral persona on which people can project their personal histories and aspirations. Obama's own self-narrative reinforces what a May 2004 New Yorker magazine article described as his "everyman" image. In an October 2006 interview on The Oprah Winfrey Show, Obama highlighted the diversity of his extended family: "Michelle will tell you that when we get together for Christmas or Thanksgiving, it's like a little mini-United Nations," he said. "I've got relatives who look like Bernie Mac, and I've got relatives who look like Margaret Thatcher. We've got it all."

Obama's rapid rise from Illinois state legislator to U.S. presidential candidate has attracted conflicting analyses among commentators challenged to align him with traditional social categories. In her January 2007 Salon article asserting that Obama "isn't black," columnist Debra Dickerson writes: "lumping us all together [with Obama] erases the significance of slavery and continuing racism while giving the appearance of progress." Expressing a similar view, New York Daily News columnist Stanley Crouch wrote: "When black Americans refer to Obama as 'one of us,' I do not know what they are talking about." But in an October 2006 article titled "Obama: Black Like Me," British columnist Gary Younge describes Obama as "a black man who does not scare white people." Film critic David Ehrenstein, writing in a March 2007 Los Angeles Times article, compares the cultural sources of candidate Obama's favorable polling among whites to those of "magical negro" roles played by black actors in Hollywood movies. Ehrenstein says these films are popular because they offer U.S. audiences a comfort for "white guilt.

Trivia regarding Obama:

· Many celebrities such as Oprah Winfrey, George Clooney, Macy Gray, and Halle Berry support Barack's 2008 presidential campaign.

· Because of his wife's suggestion, Barack quit smoking before his Democratic campaign began.

· Do The Right Thing was the movie Barack and his future wife Michelle Obama saw on their first date.

· In his free time, Barack likes to play poker and basketball.

· Barack's height is 6' 1½" (1.87m).

· Obama lived for several years as a child in Indonesia due to his mother remarrying an Indonesian. As a result, he now has a half sister that is both Canadian (due to the fact she married a Canadian and that is where she resides) and Indonesian. That is why his wife Michelle refers to their holidays as a miniature United Nations.

· A fundraiser organized by David Geffen raised $1,000,000 for his campaign for Presidency in February of 2007 in Hollywood, CA attended by many Hollywood Stars such as Oprah, George Clooney, Jennifer Aniston, Steven Spielberg and many more.

· On Saturday, February 10, 2007, in Springfield, the state capital of Illinois, Barack Obama, U.S. Senator of Illinois announced his candidacy for the President of the United States.

· In 2004, Senator Barack Obama won the seat in the US Senate by getting 70% of the vote, beating out Alan Keyes.

· In December of 2004, Senator Barack Obama made a $1.9 million deal for three books.

· In 2006, Senator Barack Obama won a Grammy Award for Best Spoken Word Album for the audio book edition of his book Dreams from My Father.

· Barack Obama was the first African American president of the Harvard Law Review.

· While living in Illinois, Barack Obama and his family lived on Chicago’s South Side and attended the Trinity United Church of Christ. (edit)

· Barack Obama wrote a book called "The Audacity of Hope."

· Senator Barack Obama is running for president as one of the few candidates who opposed the Iraq war from the beginning.

· Senator Barack Obama has two daughters named Malia and Sasha. (edit)

· In 1979, he graduated Punahou High School in Honolulu, Hawaii. (edit)

· In 1992, he married Michelle Robinson. (edit)

· He is the only African-American currently serving in the U.S. Senate. He is also the fifth African American to ever serve in the Senate.

PROMINENT QUOTES OF OBAMA:

Senator Barack Obama(in reference to the Rev. Wright scandal): I regret the efforts by the Republicans to politicize this matter, and I believe that if Sen. McCain were serious he would do more than just send a letter.

Senator Barack Obama: There's not a liberal America and a conservative America. There's the United States of America. We worship an awesome God in the blue states, and we don't like federal agents poking around our libraries in the red states. We coach Little League in the blue states, and have gay friends in the red states. There are patriots who opposed the war, and patriots who supported it. We are one people, all of us pledging allegiance to the Stars and Stripes, all of us defending the United States of America.

Senator Barack Obama: My first job is to say thank you to those who voted me. Those who didn't, I'm going to get your vote next time.

Senator Barack Obama: Money is not the only answer, but it makes a difference.

Senator Barack Obama: It took a lot of blood, sweat and tears to get to where we are today, but we have just begun. Today we begin in earnest the work of making sure that the world we leave our children is just a little bit better than the one we inhabit today.

Senator Barack Obama: If you're walking down the right path and you're willing to keep walking, eventually you'll make progress.

Tagged...what? how? why? by akshay

2008-05-31T21:11:00.008+05:45

These are the rules:

1. Link the person(s) who tagged you…akshay

2. Mention the rules on your blog

3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours...

4. Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them…

5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged...

Quirky me:

1. My nose looks like a platypus' bill, and i like to rub it whenever im deep in thought, that sometimes appears kinda gross!

2. I like to sit in the house naked

3. I feel COMPELLED to crack a joke at every given opportunity

4. I dont like to shave. I make excuses to avoid it.

5.I tend to watch tv with my face turned sideways (get it?)

6. I tend to philosophise even arbid, routine, day-to-day things, andthese rants usually come out of the blue

I tag:
Arti
Shadow Lor
Prixie
Cocaine Jesus
Der Bergwind
Lovemarks

Pearl in an Oyester's shadow

2008-04-29T00:10:00.003+05:45

Peace.
Clouds for a cushion
dreams for company
pink like strawberry ice-cream,
red like a valentine's teddy.

Peace.
An afternoon nap,
in a summer day's lap
a white feather on a brown wing,
flapping against the blue sky.

Amidst the stars
dance the sun and the moon,
to celebrate his smile.
Peace.

*dedicated to emaanchopra.blogspot.com

Too precious to count

2008-03-20T12:59:00.003+05:45

The precious things in life are free,
things that we don't always see
like pretty girls surfing on the sea,
like your sweet smelling lingerie

The precious things in life are free,
things that we don't always see
like the cool shade of a big oak tree,
like the love and support of your family

The precious things in life are free,
things that we don't always see
like the rhythm of a soothing melody,
like the first dance, the first touch, the first kiss

Yes sir, precious smiles in life are free
smiles that we don't always see

a Life created

2008-01-06T22:46:00.000+05:45

Responsibility for a miracle,
another life, another hope
another start, a new beginning
a fresh Phoenix has risen.

A dream within a nightmare,
an oasis, a drop of dew on a parched tongue
spring's first flower,
a rose on a barren field.

Impossible, irrational
a contradiction, a refusal
a denial, a sin?
a blessing, a virtue
the opposite of sin?

another life, another hope
another start, a new beginning
a fresh Phoenix has risen
a new Son has risen.

Attractive Distractions

2007-11-08T13:31:00.000+05:45

like a magician's left hand
life is but a distraction,

light in it's many vibrant hues
can blind and mystify, it is
but a distraction for the dark
that lies within.

slits up a dancer's dress
expose the skin, for there is flesh to cover,
a painted smile on a clown's face,
hides a million cries.

If Rajni-kant, then it doesn't exist

2007-10-25T10:40:00.000+05:45

BLUES BEAT GREEN

2007-09-24T21:24:00.000+05:45

India are the T20 Champs !!

what a show by the boys in blue!

WCG Part3

2007-09-20T14:30:00.001+05:45

im on youtube3

WCG Part2

2007-09-20T14:29:00.003+05:45

im on youtube2

WCG Part1

2007-09-20T14:29:00.001+05:45

Im on youtube1

So High im on Mars

2007-08-02T17:57:00.000+05:45

Take a bottle, gulp it down,
and pass it around.
Put your feet up and your head down,
and spin it around.

Whoa

When you see the ground under your feet
sprouting stars, your feet walk on clouds
and take you too damn far.

Then you know you are on Mars
for your friends turn green,
and you don't know what anything means.

Take a gun and cock it,
put it to your head and blow it,
your head blows open,
but there is nothing in it
cos your on Mars and your head's rolling with the stars.

Your heart is now your head
you see with it and it shows you the way,
for you are on Mars and you are there to stay.

*inspired by Where is my mind by the Pixies

Who's the Boss ?

2007-06-15T10:41:00.000+05:45

You know why I love being a television journalist in this country ?

cos we are on the verge of having our first woman-president, and all we can think of is Rajnikanth.

under construction

2007-06-05T09:07:00.164+05:45

PRELUDE

CHAPTER 1:
This is a fact.
It is also a secret, a secret that my kind has guarded for long.
But I will tell you, for I am a traitor to my kind.
All men love women.
They have a deep fascination for them, they fear them and they love them.
Men of all ages love women for their shape and size. Some even love them for their age.
No wonder then that all stories are essentially about love, for in fact, these are dedications to a woman.
Love is man's greatest hubris, his greatest character flaw.
Love makes man a tragic hero.
Nothing can destroy a man like a woman who loves him above all else, a woman who is unselfish in her affection is the most fearsome villain.
Beware of her.
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CHAPTER 2:

This is another fact, another secret.
It is not as guarded as the one I just told you, but it is a secret nevertheless.
Not many of my kind accept or own upto it.
All men love violence.
They have a deep fascination for shedding blood.
Men have a deep fear of pain and this fear propels them towards violence, for there is no greater joy than to instill the fear of pain in your fellow human being's heart.
And maybe thats the reason why men in general fear true love, for it is painful.
True love is like tooth decay.
It almost always infects you right down to the core, deep down into your roots.
And to rid yourself of it, is an exercise that brings with it great pain.
And I have already told you what men feel about that.
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CHAPTER 3:
I am old school, an ordinary person with an ordinary life.

Nothing about me is striking, not my appearance, not my mannerisms, nothing. I am so ordinary that I am sometimes invisible, camouflaged in the ordinariness of life, and I use this cloak of invisibility to view everything around me like a spectator.

There is one exception though, and that is my mind which enables me to be anyone, be anything. The unfortunate bit however, is that I have never really used or applied my mind, it was never stimulated or inspired enough to be applied in its totality.

I am also suicidal. I contemplate committing suicide at least once each day, and it's not as if i'm unhappy with life or anything, it's just that i'm bored. I see no real change in the way i exist and live my life in the near future and that gets to me sometimes.

It is only a matter of time till i come across an easy, relatively pain-less way of doing it, and will I be able to resist the temptation then ?
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CHAPTER 4:
My story is really just about one woman. And what makes it unique is that it is so common. It could be your story, or the story of all of mankind.
After all in this age of individuality what could be more unique than to be common?

Pride is supposed to be the greatest sin, but i dont agree.

I think that lust was what led to the downfall of man. After all Adam wasn't proud was he, of eating the apple, but he was lustful when he and Eve committed the original sin. A woman who knows how to fuck can be an indomitable villain.

Such a woman can make you fall in love with her every day, she could make you say sorry even when you weren't, she could make you buy gifts for her and take her around the world.
Show her the universe, gift her the stars, the moon and the galaxy, such a woman is unique and is no less dangerous and attractive than a cursed treasure. Possesing her will make you feel good, feel lucky even, but it also means that you are damned. Nothing can save your soul, you are doomed to spend eternity in hell, for this woman will make you sin, she will make you sin like you were born to sin, which is the truth anyway.
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CHAPTER 5:

Writers are a tragic breed.
They belong to that group of men who believe in love.
They are suckers for romance.
They truly believe in the power of love as an all conquering force. And that is why some writers marry more than once, for writers fall in love easy.
Why else would they keep repeating their own mistakes?
After calling it quits once, twice, would you not expect them to learn and keep away from the institution of marriage?
But they dont, and that is because they can't.
They tend to fall prey to the attractions which tug at their hearts, and here I should clarify, the writers that i am talking about are not just the ones with books against their names.
For a writer is a writer in his spirit, in his heart, in his soul.
It is his element, he does not need the certificate of a publisher.
He is a writer, because he is.
Simple.
But why am I telling you this?
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Oscar Wilde said 'each man kills the thing which he loves'
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PART 1 - The beginning

CHAPTER 1:

The sun beat down so hot that I thought the oceans would boil and the land will catch fire.
The sunlight was so bright that it blinded the birds, and so they took shelter in the trees.
"This heat will make my brain boil in its own fat, it's turning my skull into an oven", I thought with forced humour and sarcasm.
I walked down the lonely burning stretch of road, dressed in a pair of faded blue jeans and a half sleeved white shirt, humming some tune to myself, lost in the music which my ipod spat into my ears.
I regretted not picking up my cap when I left home earlier in the day.

Ever wake up feeling like you wanted to punch everybody and anybody you came across?
That was how I felt these days, all day... every day.
Except when I slept, for that was when she came, and she cured me of all violence, all pain.

I ran my fingers through the thick dark curls on my hand, they were moist with sweat... like damp grass wet with early morning dew.
I wiped my brow and walked on.
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CHAPTER 2:

Our love story was what many american writers liked to call 'the classic high school romance', but to us there was nothing typical about it.
We met in college, but it was hardly love at first sight.
She was attractive, but not really gorgeous, with a fair complexion, shoulder lenght wavy black hair and light brown hazel eyes, she was pretty enough to make heads turn.
And so my head had turned, and our eyes met, but that sounds too romantic, it really wasn't like that at all.
At least not in the beginning.
We started as friends, pure and simple, and now thinking back I realise that it was the best way to start. We started off like two teenagers.We went for movies, we bunked lectures, we attended parties... the beginning was like a sunrise. Pretty. Warm. And full of hope.
I liked to think about those early days... it was a time I would not like to change ... the end however, I would change in a blink.

That I would change without batting an eyelid.
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CHAPTER 3:

People will run for anything, they will run towards and from anything.
Fueled by a lifetime of missed and denied opportunities they run towards empty platforms in the hope of catching the last train.

Hoping and praying that they hadn't missed the last train yet.
And this hope carries them along, it helps them live their meaningless lives, the train is their 'Godot'.
But I'm not like that, I'm peter Pan, I fuck fairies and i dont run for anything.
I scowl at strangers and call them motherfuckers, sometimes to their face.
And so I don't run, Im inertia, a dead atom.
I deny movement.

They say movement is the essence of life, well I deny life its essence for I accept death's.

I sat down.
The man sitting opposite to me had hair like a butterfly's wings.
They spread out on both sides of his head, huge tufts of hair in both directions, it reminding me of those ridiculous wigs that clowns wear.
Great, glorious hair.. sticking out like an elephant's ears.
I tried to imagine his hair a bright green, and put a red ball on the tip of his nose, but he didn't have the face of a clown.
The man sitting next to 'the clown' had wavy shoulder lenght black hair, with blonde streaks.
About ten years seperated the two, except age wasn't what separated them at all.
At some points in their lives they dreamt different dreams and their dreams made them unique.
They both accepted different 'essances' of life, if it does exist in plural, and this showed in their hair, in their eyes.
The man with the clown hair had peaceful eyes. The other was as shifty as a rabbit.
No two people in this world are the same because no two people dream the same dream.
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CHAPTER 4:

"marry me"
"kabir this is not funny, I'm serious"
"so am I, marry me"
"is that a request or a command? listen this is not something that we can joke about"
"for the second time, I am not joking I am very serious,I think we are perfect for each other. so let's get married"
"and thats it, you have decided, now what do you expect me to do?
walk away into the sunset with you? c'mon kabir we can't just decide on something like this. This requires a lot of thought, I'm just not sure if we are going to work out."
"and why is that ?"
"I dont know kabir, we are just so different and we argue and fight over the stupidest things"
"so who doesn't? what do you expect, we are entitled to different opinions on things right?
you expect to find a guy who will agree with you on everything and who will never argue with you on anything?"
"I dont know, I am just so scared...Kabir I dont wanna lose you" there was a twinkle in her eyes which could have been love or sorrow or both, and I couldnt come up with anything to say to her.
And so I reached out and hugged her, she put her head on my chest and I knew that she was crying.
Not loud sobs though, just wet sighs.
So I took her in my arms, she shut her eyes, the twinkle of the setting sun, reflecting in them, and then she blinded out the sun, like an eclipse.
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CHAPTER 5:

The run up to our marriage was rather rough.
Both the families knew nothing about each other, and felt forced into an uncomfortable situation. They were going ahead with the arrangement, but only because they were left with no other option, and this made both sides even more bitter.
My father is a 62 year old man, too rigid in his ways but flexible in his approach, round and soft around the middle, thick and tough on top.
He had deep set eyes and a hawkish nose which was pretty much the most dominating feature on his face, it was growing thin and wise with age, like the root of a big oak tree.

His first reaction to our decision to get married was a predictable "why?"

"after all she is not the only girl on the planet, and trust me, if you look beyond your so called love you will realise that what you two have is nothing special.
Almost every boy and girl your age thinks that they are in love, and they probably are, but you guys over-rate it. At the end of the day it is just some sex and maybe a bit of emotional bonding, you will outgrow it. Think over it, don't be hasty, this decision will be with you for the rest of your life, hell this may just define your life," and then after a pause he said, "you know if there is one thing that life has taught me then it's that life aint no rock song my boy."

Mr Malhotra, as everyone called him, including his friends, was brutal in his outlook towards life.
He was blunt, honest and immensely perceptive. He had top degrees in business, economics and management from top institutes and had really used his intelligence to rise to the position that he was at.
At one point of time he was the sole earner of his family, and they did not own much, but he had worked hard and had taken care of all his responsibilities.
For him family came above all else, including self, and so he had devoted himself to his family, a family which had failed to devote itself to him.

Its members now growing apart, and struggling to pull themselves away from his control, like iron filings from a magnet.

I listened to my father tell me about love and relationship, something he knew nothing about, I listened to him patiently.
Even before Mr Malhotra had started, I knew what he would say- well at least a gist of it anyway.
So I sat there watching him sip his drink and continue with his tirade on love, life and everything in between.

"Kabir you need to think deep and hard about this..."

we are laughing, we are laughing as we run through a vast field of roses.
A red field, a river of blood.
The thorns rip our skins off and we are laughing.
The thorns shred our skins to shreds, and our souls are laughing. Our souls are running through a field of roses.
Two souls swimming in a river of blood.

"....get real my boy. Life isn't what you think it is. Dont jump to decisions, and what's your rush? how old are you anyway?"

`Dad you don't even know me, I want to live my own decisions, wrong or right at least they will be mine.
why do I wanna marry her? well simply because nobody can love me the way she does. I know it, and so I want to give her my life, for no one can love me like her.
But you won't understand, for you life is about living and nothing else, and so you won't understand, but I ask you this, will you atleast be a part of this important phase of my life or will you abandon me simply because you don't agree with my decision?
Be assured that I am going ahead with it, and I would love my family to be there with me when I embark upon this journey.
Please.'
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CHAPTER 6:

`Dont talk to your father unless you are sure that this childish wish of yours is worth the trouble. It will put his health and your relationship with him on the line.
You might get your wish, but you might end up losing him. Think about it.'
Kashmira's 42 year old mother had gotten over her initial shock over her daughter's choice for a husband. Her fear now was how kashmira's 48 year old father was going to react.
It would not be pleasant of that she was sure, she could just pray, and then be prepared for the worst.

`After everything that I have done. All the freedom that I granted you, this is what I get in return. How could you disgrace me like this Kashmira? Im so embarrassed, worse, ashamed..I'm ashamed of you. I did not expect you to behave so childishly, how could you be so immature, to talk about love, to your father, to his face?
Have you no shame?
No respect?'

Kashmira thought, `So the families are alike afterall'
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PART 2 - The Middle

CHAPTER 1:

`Where are my socks? why do you mess with my stuff? when you can't even organize your own?'
I had gone through the entire laundry cabinet, trying to find the missing sock that would make my pair complete.
All the while knowing that I would not find it, knowing that it would be lying under the bed, or in the kitchen or somewhere it isnt meant to be.
I was running late, and it would have been sensible to just wear a different pair, but it didnt strike me at that time.
I was too angry.

Kashmira stayed in the kitchen, angry, depressed, too bored of the routine to even react, she let Kabir and his socks be and prepared breakfast.
They ate in silence, and then left for work.
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CHAPTER 2

'Hey Motherfucker, hey.. hey whats with the long face?' Rohan was one of my closest friends, even though we had known each other for just about a year.
Rohan was an assistant producer, and even though that made me his senior I had never really felt like that.
'Mate just life, sometimes that's enough to fuck up one's mood'
'Whoa heavy philosophy dude. Lets go for coffee, you can treat me and I will listen to your deep philosophical views on life, pain and women. You got a philosophy for why men like big breasts?'
'I did but Freud stole it. Mothefucker. Chal let's go.'

Coffee can work miracles sometimes.

I decided to call Kashmira in the afternoon, and it turned out that she was having an equally rotten day.
We talked and felt better, decided to bury the hatchet and promised each other that we need to be more patient.

On the way back I picked up her favourite pizza and she picked up a book by one of my favourite authors.
Over dinner we smiled and ate and at night we made some exhausted slow love and fell asleep.
This was the story of our lives.
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CHAPTER 3

Death is not like opportunity.
It never knocks.
It's not like the big bad wolf either, it does not huff or puff or blow down your door.
It just trickles in through the key hole, like sand.

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Part 3 - The Other Marriage
Chapter 1

He watched her get dressed with mixed feelings of disgust and sorrow.
He had loved her once, so strongly that it pained him even now, even when that love was gone, leaving in its wake a vaccum.
It pained him that he loved her when she was youthful, beautiful, energetic. When she moaned in bed like a pornstar and when she would tug at his penis in the middle of the night, unable to sleep because of her desire for him.
She wasn't youthful anymore, her beauty scarred by age and worry and life.
Her figure thrown off balance by childbirth and a couple of miscarriages.
And so he didn't love her anymore. He knew it, in fact sometimes he felt that even she knew it, and even though age had taken away her beauty, he had taken away her desire.

Sanil and Savita got married 4 years back. The initial couple of years were fun. Their's had been an arranged marriage, and for the initial period they were too busy discovering each other to really notice each other's flaws.
It was during their second year of marriage that Savita conceived for the first time.
It didn't survive.
Three months later she conceived again.
More disappointment.

That was the first speed bump.
Some months later, when they were in their third year, Savita conceived again and this time she promised herself that she would see it through.

She sat outside the ultrasonologist's office looking at that strip of black and white film with it's waves of grey and white.
She focussed on the white blip with tears in her eyes, and she resolved to herself that this time she will see it through.

So on a fateful day in january when the temperatures slipped down to new lows Savita struggled to keep her insides intact.
Through her tears she saw the glint of a blade, a sudden pain forgotten in the agony of labour and a flood of wetness between her legs.
Savita had fulfilled her promise.

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Chapter 2

The child brought the two of them back together. It helped the two rekindle a bit of their old spark and romance once again bloomed.

Like a phoenix it rose. Mostly at night after the baby was put to sleep.

They started making love like teenagers.

But it didnt last. Much like Sanil's hardness.
As the baby started growing and the feeling sunk in, their fights resumed.
The arguments over trivial inconsiquential things that made no or little difference to their lives, yet they fought over them.

That was when Sanil really started to look around, but it wasn't really the deterioration of his marriage that led him to hit on every piece of ass that he could spot, it really was something much deeper.
Like a hole inside of him which needed to be filled, but he never found anything big enough, heavy enough to fill it with.

"Red really is your colour, and have you lost weight?"

"Is it that noticeable! yeah I have lost a little, nothing major, have just been exercising. Thanx Sanil!" Pooja couldn't stop blushing. She had been tryng to lose weight for a couple of weeks now, and even though her mind told her that Sanil was only trying to flirt, what the hell, it felt nice anyway!

Pooja had recently joined ABC TV CORP as a marketing executive, she was average height, with lush black hair and a tiny frame which showed exactly where each extra pound went.

" Hey if you are free, then can we go out for coffee? We are on a recorded show for the next hour so we can quickly go grab a cup and then be back." Sanil said.

"I dont mind, I have a meeting later in the evening, but there is always time for a cup of coffee."

They went to the nearby cafe, he ordered a latte and she a Mocha freeze.

"So how is work? how are we doing in the markets? you guys still making a killing thanx to us!" Sanil teased. It was a regular joke he played on every marketing exec he bumped into.

"Excuse me! If it wasnt for us, you editorial guys wouldnt enjoy those fat salary packages. We are bringing in the cash, you guys are the expense."

"You got me there", Sanil said.

That day they went out for a drink after work. It was late by the time they finished dinner and drinks and Sanil offered to drop her home.
She agreed.
She was a bit drunk, and she could feel herself slipping away. She knew Sanil was going to try something smart on her and she really didn't mind.
He had been fun and she had had fun with him. So she was gonna let the moment slide and carry her along.

They made love on the back seat of his car in the parking lot of the hotel.

It was slow and calculated and in that confined space as they twisted and turned and bent their bodies to take each other in they forgot all about work and marriage and life.

"Do you have a condom?" Pooja panted.
Thankfully he did.
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The Foolish and the Wise

2007-05-06T08:34:00.000+05:45

Happiness,
a fool's treasure,
for the wise man knows no such thing exists.

Sadness,
a fool laments it like a personal loss,
for the wise man knows no such thing exists.

Beauty,
the source of a fool's vanity,
for the wise man knows it exists everywhere.

Money,
the fool yearns for more,
for the wise man has too much of it.

Religion,
the fool calls it a cure,
for what the wise man calls an ailment.

Love,
the wise man's treasure,
for the fool knows no such thing exists.

Why am I not surprised ?

2007-04-23T08:43:00.001+05:45

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its getting hot in herre!

2007-04-20T08:42:00.000+05:45

im a space monkey. And I lost my slurpy.

Eternity is Painful

2007-03-28T09:03:00.000+05:45

the traitor in the ceiling let the sunlight in
lazy, sleepy sunlight which hadnt slept for centuries.

time! i hate time!
it covers all in its blanket of dust
weaving a spell of forgetfulness, making memories invisible
all but pain, for pain weaves its own magic,
time heals nothing.

each smile is a camouflage,
a crack, which lets a tear seep through.
if you look long enough,
then each thing beautiful eventually turns ugly

nothing is eternal but pain.

Pauper Kings

2007-03-22T10:31:00.001+05:45

walking down narrow congested streets
alive, choking with their abundance
shadows of new born lovers,
adorn the age-old walls.

the king walks the streets with his queen
for they have no chariot,
Yay! pauper kings!
their castle is yet to be built.

broken dreams of a failed royalty
prick the insides of their soul,
like shards of broken glass.

torn snapshots of moments forgotten,
a rockstar's scream is their music.

It's Cricket's Ultimate Carnival!

2007-03-15T13:17:00.000+05:45

its world cup time folks !!
its tough to get poetic at such a time, but lets not lose hope just yet. let's wait till india's loss and then the ache will shine through.
who are you supporting ?

All about Money

2007-02-28T17:19:00.000+05:45

The FM realising that India is a country of poor oral hygiene, announces a reduction in the price of mouth freshners.

It Rained!

2007-02-23T00:19:00.000+05:45

and then it poured, for two whole days.

Night is the death we die eachday

2007-02-17T04:44:00.000+05:45

the sun sets in your eyes
the moon rises in mine,
awake, not alive, breathing yet asleep
i sleep and each day i die.

slowly, a minute a time
life oozes out,
a drop a time.

the tv on mute is a nightlight
connected to you,
like a virtual fighter
you press my buttons, you are responsible for my rage, for my victories.

a pillow for a lover
i seek refuge in space,
from my past
from my sins.

life ends when the sins of your heart
catch up with the inadequacies of your mind.

something to ponder upon

2007-02-15T21:38:00.000+05:45

They say, ships are safest in the harbour, but then thats not what ships are built for...

This magical night

2007-01-21T12:54:00.000+05:45

This is a night of our union
this is a magical night.
I never want this moment to end
I want this night to go on forever.

This is the night our souls purge themselves of all sin
this is the night of our communion,
this night is the stallion on which we ride into the sunset
into our dreamland.

This night I surrender to you,
this night I dedicate to you,
this night I worship you.

This night is not of the moon's or the star's
this night has no day,
this night will never return.

This night is a lifetime
this night is eternal,
this night is ours.

Marriage, I recommend it!

2007-01-08T10:10:00.000+05:45

for the ones who like to live dangerously
who like to take life head-on,
swim with the crocodiles
the ones who like to give sharks a root canal.

if you are sick of living on medicines, for your headache which comes and goes
then its the one never-ending pain in the cerebellum
the final pinch of pain as the pimple bursts,
the ultimate cry of orgasmic ecstacy.

i recommend it,
just the way i recommend blue denims and white tees for a walk in the park.

Wind in my hair

2006-12-23T22:00:00.000+05:45

Clouds of hair
on a sky of sand,
dreams of iron
set in a concrete land.

i fly with wings of tissue
i search with eyes of gold,
a mind of frozen honey
a heart that is too old.

you stand, cast in time
and i come to you
to claim which i always knew to be mine.

You take me in
you make us one,
we fade away in existence
we are slowly lost in time.

Thoughts

2006-12-23T20:56:00.000+05:45

Thoughts

what makes day a day ?
what makes a night ?
is it work or is it rest ?
is it what you do ?
or what you dont ?
is it the time spent thinking of questions ?
or the time it takes to find the answers ?
sometimes its harder to stay awake than to stay alive.

A wish...

2006-12-08T21:41:00.000+05:45

if only i could feel what you felt,
and truly smile with you at times of joy.
if only i could feel what you felt,
and truly cry with you at times of sorrow.
i would call myself your truest friend,
if only i could feel what you felt.

Chained Words

2006-12-04T03:35:00.000+05:45

and darkness closes on me
i see nightmares as i walk down the street,
creatures lurking in the shadows
call out to me, luring me to their dens of misery.

each day the sun rises
bright like the Heaven,
yet a few turns later
the dark consumes it.

extinguishing its fire

my universe meets yours
amongst the stars, lying on a wanton cloud,
they conjoin looking like a deformity
and then it rains.

and with these drops i write our tale
and these drops i carry in my heart,
and on my back
they give me wings to fly.