Thursday, 28 February 2008

Steppenwolf day

I have been listening to Steppenwolf all day, quite a change from the Children of Bodom, Rotting Christ, Anathema, Paradise Lost, Bathory, Deicide, Morbid Angel, etc. I have been listening to for the past 4 days. Some songs struck a chord, here is one...

A Fool's Fantasy

Slip away with me
Let our hearts be free
Live a life of love
There's no need to care
Sharin' it together
Whatcha got to lose?
In love and life, it's all you get,
It's easy to choose.

There's a way for love
We can make it work
There's a way for love
A fool's fantasy
Is that so much to ask for?
Everything we're dreamed about
Could be ours forevermore.

Take a chance on freedom
Come take a chance on me.
We'll drown ourselves in pleasure
Just happy to be
Without inhibitions and nothing to fear
We'll while away the summer sun
Nibblin' on an ear.

...Oh, I have been also listening to Chitose Hajime , specially Haru no katami..

Monday, 25 February 2008

Into the night..

Realms of bliss, realms of light
Some are born to sweet delight
Some are born to sweet delight
Some are born to the endless night
-The Doors

February has been unkind .
Cold winds blow away the candles, as I stand once more in the shadows.
Darkness is not the enemy, fleeting promises of light is.

Sunday, 10 February 2008

The Friday Fiasco and how I almost Outmurphyed Murphy's law

Well, the past week hadn't been one of the best.

Murphy's Law kept hounding me in every teeny weeny aspect of life. I would make some plan, you know, those " i am so small, i am negligible" kind of small plans. And think, " Mr. Murphy is going to let this one pass, its beneath his dignity kind of thing". But no, he had to screw up all my plans...including the ones involving otherwise hassle free day to day activities.

Amongst, the bigger plans, Murphy reigned supreme.

The wait has achieved eternal status, couple of days more and it earns its place as the eighth Endless [due pardons to Gaiman].

The frog cancelled the journey [sigh...I mean SIIIIIIIIGHHH].

And to top it all, the Friday Fiasco. Ever since I have come here, I have been under nourished in terms of good live music. So when I heard that one of my most liked bands TAAQ is coming to town, I was delighted [delighted?...understatement]. For a week, I blabbered about their greatness to all and sundry, even bought meself tickets. On the fateful day, I refused a generous all expenses paid movie offer with my other colleagues and boss. Me and a couple of faithful music loving colleagues then embarked on the journey. After reaching the venue, we waited and waited [ Mr. Gaiman, note how wait creeps into every aspect of life, it is the eighth Endless]. After a mere four hour wait in the 7 degree night, during which hunger gave up trying to convince us to eat and cigarettes proved to more volatile than zippo fluid, we were told the show has been cancelled. TAAQ were unhappy with the sound. They cancelled the show.

Without being judgemental, without advocating whether the band should have played with the bad sound or the college should have arranged better sound, all I can say is, it was a HUGE letdown.

So, Murphy had his laugh all through the week.

Yesterday, I almost out murpheyed him. I had gone to the mart with a friend. After picking up our stuff, we went and stood in what till-the-moment-before-we-stood appeared to be the shortest [and hence logically, the quickest] queue to the billing counter. But Murphy's Law [sneaky little bastard, it is] caught up. The wait came soon after.

Noticing, that the i-am-the-longest-queue-of-the-supermarket queue beside us had now reduced itself to being a single person queue, I , in one swift movement, befitting Olympic sprinters, placed myself in that queue.

Now, at this point, the woman in front of me, had already had her stuff billed. All that remained in my way of getting my stuff billed and leave the counter after paying [thus pulling a fast one on Murphy], was for the woman to pay up. And she already had her hands inside her neat brown leather bag, the lovely notes would be coming out any minute, victory was within grasp...

Murphy thought otherwise.

She fished out a booklet of coupons![..the horror, the horror!]

Firstly, she had trouble to determine exactly how many coupons to pay for the bill; whether she should use the large denomination coupons or the small ones; if she uses the large denomination coupons, how does she pay for the small change. After 15 minutes of such life-threatening dilemma, she finally agreed [with due assistance from the counter girl] on the exact mode of payment.

Then she discovered, that her coupon booklet has no tear-off perforations. Some cynical bastard somewhere probably made the coupons thinking "I'll give them the coupons, but won't allow them to tear it off" and got his sadistic kicks out of life.

What ensued, was pure chaos. She battled with the staples, twisting, turning, applying long-forgotten martial techniques in her effort to tear off some coupons. The counter girl left, took a brief tour of the entire mall and came back with a stapler. Unity is power. Together, they embarked on their military campaign against the coupon booklet. The booklet meanwhile refused to relent. I am, all the while, standing and looking at my friend on the other side, who had been waiting after paying for his stuff, for ages now.

The melee lasted for a good 20 minutes. At the end of which, the exact mode of the payment was again renegotiated based on how many coupons had been successfully torn out.

Finally, 45 minutes after I had stood in the queue, and when the lady was just about to pay, I found myself on the other side with my friend.

Murphy prevails.

Friday, 8 February 2008

I am on Google !!!

My colleague just brought it to my notice...

Thanks to professional networking sites, my alumni site,, the Designindia yahoo group, a heavy metal related blog by my friend Hemu and my current employers...

I appear on the first page of search results...Big Brother is watching !!

Monday, 4 February 2008

Vox Insania

Words conflict, words constrict
Words create, words captivate;
only syllables liberate.

Polychromatic tears screaming through torn dreams,
vibrant, emotive,lethal
like a Pollock canvas.

Ancient gallery full of the broken.
Endless walk into shadows that smell of bats.
Lets sew these smiles onto our faces,
lets pretend we are perfectly sane.

Sunday, 3 February 2008

Poems and memories

When I was still in school, I had the good fortune of being acquainted with a modern Bengali poet. Many afternoons, I would go over to his place, discuss poetry, life and everything in between. He would, with his words, lead my curious footsteps to the thresholds of previously unknown literary demesnes.
Some days, he would be not in a mood to talk, or too engrossed in his writings. On those afternoons, I would go through his vast cobwebbed library. From those dusty shelves, I would extract treasures. Treasures, wrapped in tattered jackets, or shrouded in brown paper, or left to be, at the mercy of silverfish. Treasures he jealously guarded, like an ancient dragon guarding its gold; treasures which he yearned to share.
Once, while giving me couple of his books as a parting gift, he told me "Take these, few read poetry these days..". He was smiling, yet his eyes were struggling to hold back tears.

I have tried to keep the legacy alive. I still read poetry, and I still write.

So today, when I chanced upon two poets whom I first met on those brown paper covered afternoons, I felt like sharing them.

Few read poetry, but perhaps you are one of them...


“ I only went out for a walk, and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.”
— John Muir

It was late in May and yet the day was chill
And gray as I walked out in rain
To see the budded trees and catch the quickening scent
Of lilac and wisteria, honeysuckle, apple blossom.

A pair of Northern Orioles sang a merry song
From the highest branches of an aspen,
Blackbirds clacked and started up from grasses
And wood ducks watched without alarm.

I felt that I was seeking something in my walk—but what?
Respite from restiveness? Meaning in mere motion?
The going in that going out is?
The going on no matter what that life is?

Until I climbed a hill and saw a pair of maples
Form a sort of gate I didn’t know what I had come for:
To walk through a gate of trees at the crest of a hill
Where the wind walks.

- Kirtland Snyder

Mission Tire Factory, 1969

All through lunch Peter pinched at his crotch,
And Jesús talked about his tattoos,
And I let the flies crawl my arm, undisturbed,
Thinking it was wrong, a buck sixty five,
The wash of rubber in our lungs,
The oven we would enter, squinting
---because earlier in the day Manny fell
From his machine, and when we carried him
To the workshed (blood from
Under his shirt, in his pants)
All he could manage, in an ignorance
Outdone only by pain, was to take three dollars
From his wallet, and say:
"Buy some sandwiches.You guys saved my life."

- Gary Soto


Well, sometimes life feels like the interim moments. You know, like the lonely dinner at the restaurant, when you are very hungry and have placed your order, but the food is yet to arrive.
Hungry, weary, sticking out like a sore thumb and no one to make conversation to. That kind of eternally impatient wait. Generally, I end up reading at such situations...pamphlets,menus,cigarette packs, mineral water bottle labels, anything with text. [By the way, if you are unhappy with the quality of your cigarettes, you can mail our dissatisfaction to; you should always consume a bottle of mineral water within 4 months of its packaging...random pieces of information I stumbled on]
Right now, life is paused at such an interim moment.

A posteriori, life is a summation over time of such interim moments.

Saturday, 2 February 2008

Random quizzes

Well, took a couple of random is what they have to say about me..


How goth are you?

Oh my GOTH! your the ruler of darkness!

You are true goth, you rule darkness, and you kick ass!! I fucking love you....welcome to my world!



You have just accomplished the test on with the following results:

You are an Angel Goth. You choose to stick to what you believe and what no one else says.

You are a free spirit and hate to be caged.


Bet you practice Wicca or Paganism or possibly more liberal Christianity. You probably love Dead Can Dance, anything ethereal, and might be vegetarian. You probably also like to hug people.

What kind of goth are you?

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