My life at point-blank range. Written and narrated to make known the walls I broke and the bridges I built
Monday, April 28, 2008
Music heroes
“Rock is so much fun. That's what it's all about - filling up the chest cavities and empty kneecaps and elbows.” -- Jimi Hendrix
My personal rock stars. My first love in this college. My way to get high. I never felt alone knowing I am in the company of soothing but aggressive vocals, guitars and drums. My personal music heroes
Eddie vedder - No 1 on my list.. Unbelievable voice. Great charisma and also quite awesome! He once wiped his ass with a rolling stone magazine onstage as his picture was put on the cover without his permission.
Thom Yorke - Creativity unlimited. So cool. 'In Rainbows' is their best album. I just can't get enough of them.
Chris martin - He married a sex bomb. But still we r on good terms!! :P
Layne Staley - Why did he have to die?
Kurt Cobain - Why did he have to die?
Jimmy page - No match to his guitar skills..
Chris Cornell - Super cool. Why did he leave 'Audioslave'
let this land crumble down into tiny pieces of monosyllables
i still have the power to extend my hand
why do we talk about fate and destiny?
i just know i have the power to change everything
I just wish I get a chance to see eddie vedder play live! sometime in future.. :)
Friday, April 25, 2008
Where is my source?
how i know what is strange
before i save it from extinction
give me a peace sign
so i can hang it on my door
can i be at peace
knowing i have a pen to write
and a book to read
closing all shutters which threaten
to annihilate my own feelings
my life is but a glossary
indicating all supple movements of the past
as i face the present
to counter my judgements of the future
winter fog and summer dust
two companions i dance with
now a runaway recluse
but when i find my source
i will disappear
what shape was it?
when i felt i could touch
but i feared it would melt
and flow away from me
ahhh it burned me
just once i wanted to crash into it
and feel the pain of satisfaction
just once.. where is it?
where is my source? just once..
before i save it from extinction
give me a peace sign
so i can hang it on my door
can i be at peace
knowing i have a pen to write
and a book to read
closing all shutters which threaten
to annihilate my own feelings
my life is but a glossary
indicating all supple movements of the past
as i face the present
to counter my judgements of the future
winter fog and summer dust
two companions i dance with
now a runaway recluse
but when i find my source
i will disappear
what shape was it?
when i felt i could touch
but i feared it would melt
and flow away from me
ahhh it burned me
just once i wanted to crash into it
and feel the pain of satisfaction
just once.. where is it?
where is my source? just once..
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
Mine to yours
This one almost made me cry. A mail my dad sent to me back in 1st yr
'Was there any ragging in your college. Have you taken off mustache due to ragging? Or was it a friendly suggestion by Seniors. Do let me know. I will buy a new shaving kit for you' - Fri, 15 Aug 2003
'Was there any ragging in your college. Have you taken off mustache due to ragging? Or was it a friendly suggestion by Seniors. Do let me know. I will buy a new shaving kit for you' - Fri, 15 Aug 2003
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