Wednesday, December 5

There are things known and things unknown and in between are The Doors!

"The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are.
You trade in your reality for a role.
You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask."


“I believe in a long, prolonged derangement of the senses to attain the unknown. Our pale reasoning hides the infinite from us.”








“We fear violence less than our own feelings. Personal, private, solitary pain is more terrifying than what anyone else can inflict.”



“Where's your will to be weird?”


“I think the highest and lowest points are the important ones. Anything else is just...in between. I want the freedom to try everything.”




"I like any reaction I can get with my music. Just anything to get people to think. I mean if you can get a whole room full of drunk, stoned people to actually wake up and think, you're doing something. "



“I am interested in anything about revolt, disorder , chaos-especially activity that seems to have no meaning. It seems to me to be the road toward freedom... Rather than starting inside, I start outside and reach the mental through the physical.”











"The Endless quest a vigil of watchtowers and fortresses against the sea and time. Have they won? Perhaps. They still stand and in their silent rooms still wander the souls of the dead, who keep their watch on the living. Soon enough we shall join them. Soon enough we shall walk the walls of time. We shall miss nothing except each other."








“Each generation wants new symbols, new people, new names. They want to divorce themselves from their predecessors.”



“I think in art, but especially in films, people are trying to confirm their own existences.”



“Let's just say I was testing the bounds of reality. I was curious to see what would happen. That's all it was: curiosity.”








“How can I set free anyone who doesn't have the guts to stand up alone and declare his own freedom? I think it's a lie – people claim they want to be free – everybody insists that freedom is what they want the most, the most sacred and precious thing a man can possess. But that's bullshit! People are terrified to be set free – they hold on to their chains. They fight anyone who tries to break those chains. It's their security…How can they expect me or anyone else to set them free if they don't really want to be free?”


"Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power, and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free."







“Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything; it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through anyone that suits you.”


“If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.”






“Drugs are a bet with your mind.”


“Actually I don't remember being born, It must have happened during one of my black outs.”


“Being drunk is a good disguise. I drink so I can talk to assholes. This includes me.”


“I like people who shake other people up and make them feel uncomfortable.”









“I see myself as a huge fiery comet, a shooting star. Everyone stops, points up and gasps "Oh look at that!" Then- whoosh, and I'm gone...and they'll never see anything like it ever again... and they won't be able to forget me- ever.”









“People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.”


"Violence isn't always evil. What's evil is the infatuation with violence."









"Whoever controls the media, controls the mind.
"


"Music inflames temperament."



"Sex is full of lies. The body tries to tell the truth. But, it's usually too battered with rules to be heard, and bound with pretenses so it can hardly move. We cripple ourselves with lies."


“Blake said that the body was the soul's prison unless the five senses are fully developed and open. He considered the senses the 'windows of the soul.' When sex involves all the senses intensely, it can be like a mystical experience.







"Friends can help each other. A true friend is someone who lets you have total freedom to be yourself-and especially to feel. Or, not feel. Whatever you happen to be feeling at the moment is fine with them. That's what real love amounts to-letting a person be what he really is."


"The most loving parents and relatives commit murder with smiles on their faces. They force us to destroy the person we really are: a subtle kind of murder."







“That's what real love amounts to- letting a person be what he really is. Most people love you for who you pretend to be. To keep their love, you keep pretending- performing. You get to love your pretense. It's true, we're locked in an image, an act-”


“Love cannot save you from your own fate.”






“I wouldn't mind dying in a plane crash. It'd be a good way to go. I don't want to die in my sleep, or of old age, or OD...I want to feel what it's like. I want to taste it, hear it, smell it. Death is only going to happen to you once; I don't want to miss it.”




"I think of myself as an intelligent, sensitive human, with the soul of a clown which forces me to blow it at the most important moments."


“This is the strangest life I've ever known.”


“...as i look back...over my life...i am struck by post cards...ruined snapshots...faded posters...of a time..i can't recall”



“The future is uncertain and the end is always near.”

“People fear death even more than pain. It's strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over. Yeah, I guess it is a friend...”

36 years and counting... He lives with us through his music.

Friday, October 19

Good one...

One of ma favs ads... Alcohol truely can bring out ya true colors ;)

Friday, May 4

Tarantulas in the sky....


...look at them fly!!

Acoustic for sure...

There is a theory that nothing in nature is ever lost- that every sound ever made, every word ever spoken, still exists somewhere in space and time, and may one day be recalled.

Before radio was invented, they say, who would have believed that the air around us was filled with the sounds of music and news and voices from around the world? One day we will be able to travel back in time and listen to Lincoln's Gettysburg Address, the voice of Shakespeare, the Sermon on the Mount.....

-Memories of Midnight.

Thursday, April 26



Took this from a moving jeep....
Came out much better than i expected it to...

Wednesday, April 25

Sea-Fever



I must down to the seas again,
To the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face and a grey dawn breaking.

I must down to the seas again,
For the call of the running tide,
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life.
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick is over.


-John Masefield.

Memories of midnight...


Sing me no songs of daylight,
For the sun is the enemy of lovers.
Sing instead of shadows and darkness,
And memories of midnight.

-Sappho.

Tuesday, April 17

O' Squirrel... Hope thou art fine!!

Had a nightmare of a sort come true today. One of the few things that i get paranoid about is witnessing animals being run over by vehicles. Saw a lil' squirrel almost get run over by a scooter. Worst things worst, I was on my bike n the lil' bugger got hit on the leg by the scooter on the opposite side and ran straight across my way. I missed him and am still thanking God for that. I hope he's recovered from any trauma though....
I still have shivers running down my spine every single time i think of the scene....

Sunday, April 15

Fake Plastic Everything...


Fake plastic trees
sunshine n breeze...
Fake plastic people
The world belittled!!!
And it wears me out, it sure does wears me out....


The sky bled that morning..


The sky was bruised,
The wine was bled,
And there you led me on.....


Friday, April 13

O Nightingale! Thou Surely Art

I heard a Stock-dove sing or say
His homely tale, this very day;
His voice was buried among trees,
Yet to be come at by the breeze:
He did not cease; but cooed--and cooed:
And somewhat pensively he wooed:
He sang of love, with quiet blending,
Slow to begin, and never ending;
Of serious faith, and inward glee;
That was the song,--the song for me!
~William Wordsworth

Thursday, April 12

Fish-Fishiti-Fish!!!


Very few scenes have left an impression as lasting as this one on me.
The old man fishes while the cat waits for the catch.
I was so touched by this scene while my peers laughed.
Only i knew i'd fish for my cat too.

Wednesday, April 11

Sunset and beyond...


Laughter and joy spread through my face,
The sunbeams come and spreads the grace.
A puppet i become to people near and far,
Come sunset, true colours come ajar!!

Thursday, April 5

Goin to Vypeen with an aching in my heart.....

Leaving for Vypeen this evening... this place in Kerala.
Beach sand, coconut trees, the ocean zephyr, porota and pepper beef fry.... my five reason to go.
The place am staying at is said to be the only beach in India where dolphins can be seen... Yup, am keeping my fingers crossed.
While am at it, am hoping to find some peace there...
Will be back with some fabulous pictures.. Hurray for Photoshop if not!! ;)

Until i get back....

Sittin' in the mornin' sun
I'll be sittin' when the evenin' come
Watching the ships roll in
And then I watch 'em roll away again.
I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
I'm just sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time....


Wednesday, April 4

All in a cat's day....




Rukku interested in what my feet have to say......






























Rukku 2 mintues later......





























Rukku 10 minutes later......





















Conclusion:

1) Cats have the shortest attention span ever

2) Feet are boring!!!

Tuesday, April 3

I'm buuuyyyyinnn the stairwaayyy to heavveennnn...!!!!!!!



There's a lady who's sure
All that glitters is gold....

That's our stairway to heaven...
Nope we aint going there... The stairway is jus such a nice place to hangout!!! :D


Monday, April 2

Egyptians...???



Authentic Egyptians???.... or just a bunch of looney toons..???
Ahemmm.... Blame it on the Bangles!!!!


Dilana Robichaux



Dilana kicked ass with this performance...
If i had to be a rockstar, her i would be!!!
What a woman... supernova was a fool not to have picked her!!!

Saturday, March 31

Pearl Jam Live



Hear the crowd croon along with Veddar... goshh.. what passion!!
Que in at 1:20.... "Hold me darlin jus a little while"...
Absolutely amazing!!!!
Love the song...Love the man!!!

Friday, March 30

Legs of the Tripod...



I believe in angels,
The kind that heaven sends.
I'm surrounded by angels,
I call them my friends.

-Anonymous

Yus yus... i can hear you bitches say,"Wht the fuck.... she called us angels????"
*question mark in eyes*.... lolz..!!!

Kohl lined eyes and polka dots,
Things that made his heart go flop,
What were behind those dots he never cared,
Cause' what should've been behind those eyes was never there!!!


Slit heart and a dazed mind,

Wandering through the binds of time,

Stale eyes and a battered soul,

Musings i cant control.

Wednesday, March 28


"I'd rather take shade in your frame",
said the crane.

Saturday, March 24

Astute Ads....



My favorite..... iismiiillleee!!!!! :D


Friday, March 23


Love at first sight they say.....
But lust sure does happen faster!!!!

New day.... Old me!!!

......and a year later, here i am back to bloggin.

Starting over with a clean slate.

I read this story by the Chinese philosopher Conficius. A monk once came to him and said that he had a flaring temper, and he had no way of controlling it. Conficius asked him to hammer a nail into a board everytime he became angry. The monk made this a practise and gradually, the number of nails hammered lessened with eack passing day.

Finally, the day came when the monk could control his temper. He expressed his gratitude to Conficius. Conficius then asked him to remove each nail that he had hammered. When every nail was removed, the monk realised the scars that remain on the board can never be erased.

Is that a bad thing?
I think scars are good. I've learned more out of the scars caused by me and to me than i did out of 15 years education!!
Have i learned from them scars??
I would say yes... but there is so much more to understand of the world.
I'm still hammering nails into my board. Not that i have a bad temper. But anger is not the only emotion that causes one to use words that can scar.
Diplomacy was never my forte anyway.


Heck... i love my scarred board... who needs a clean slate!!!!