Spirituality

I regard Thoreau's 'Life without Principle' the best damn thing ever written. If in need of motivation, I fall back on it. Induces a different sense of things around.

Angels & Airwaves - Diary ( A spiritual touch. I succumbed to it. Takes you to another level. )

Passionate intensity,It’s a complicated fusion. We are catapulted toward death. The mystique I adore is the beating heart of those who share my life. This is their legacy, in obscene glances, laced in silver. I like writing. I do this to amuse myself. It’s my life and I only get one go round. This was the result. Like life, it’s tentative, fragile, and halting. And these are the memories gorgeous .And welcome home.

Jeff Newell

"This is Water" By David Foster Wallace. I got hooked to it sometime back. It makes sense. 

We are tagged to one of the numerous skies painting this universe. All human existence is under these strokes of color. The blending shades which look beautiful above these skies! We can never conquer this. The capacity to distinguish ourselves from everything else! Nay

All we did and keep doing is wage wars or promote peace. How much did each decision benefit future is still not known. We are busy with the warmth of today. And so long as this warmth persists, we should crave for it. Yes we should. Do not disturb it. 

Take me as your servant. Take me as your weapon. Take me as your courage - Tom Delonge

Black Live

Dreams are made/make
to fall apart
But sometimes
sometimes
sometimes
come true - Eddie Vedder

Heard him say today in this great live version. Its awesome.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N0cMgiK8PKk

"A very, very distant second is a Ferrari" - Al Pacino in 'The Scent Of a Woman'

Wanted to write this down and here it is.

I didn't know what was then
what It is now
what it will open
Bursting forward and braking slow

Every second matters
Every second echoes
For the master inside music
For the mind not wandering
A fraction not uncommon
A blip not unheard
A slope not untravelled
A stone not untouched

Madness

Lately, the kind of music I explore has mellowed down. But I do catch up on some of the groups I like the most.

Soundgarden forms again! And I knew this yesterday!! Killer songs again in their new album. 

Muse is always great. Supremacy and Madness on their new album 'The 2nd Law' is too good. Madness especially is very catchy. He hits very high in the end. That is fucking great. The best part is even after listening it to like a thousand times, it still feels refreshing to hear it once again. 

Imagine Dragon - Demons & Its time is also good. 

"Lover of the light" by Mumford and sons has amazed me. Idris elba in the video version is awesome. Great stuff.

Linkin park has mellowed down too :-) Their latest 'Living things' does have some good numbers. 

Looking forward to my all time fav Pearl jam with their "Lightning bolt" coming up soon. 

Ember and Ether

Ember and Ether. That gentle stroke and the ash dissolves into the damp mud. Color fading out and become one of soil. Qualms and queries we have. Wishing we swap them with those who have none. There are none. They do not exist. We are made to have queries. Are we then talking about ghosts? If they do exist, our doubts may afterall not fall on deaf ears. If they do exist, are we then so underevolved to answer them ourselves. Do we need ghosts to answer our queries. I assume they don't exist. Lets move on. I now have the burden to encapsulate all matter and make good sense out of it. Good.

The burning coal never dies. Crude and prophetic.

In this cosmic timeline, we are small floating chips. Fighting with the molecules we ascend and descend. All the while taking note of our existence. A mere flip flop.

Candles and aromas. The mortal remains of our memories. 

We can be heroes just for one day - David Bowie

Passing by

I needed a good reason to reach the shores of this abandoned place. Something - abstract or real - that would jolt my dormant mind to awaken and force it to pen down a few words worth being written in this largeness of space!

I will not hesitate to take this line from the movie 'Liberal Arts'.

"The other day I was crossing the street, lost in my head about something - a not uncommon state of affairs. I was listening to the overture and as the music began to swell I suddenly realized that: I had hands. And legs, and a torso, and that I was surrounded by people and cars. It's hard to explain exactly what happened, but I felt in that moment that the divine - however we may choose to define such a thing - surely dwells as much in the concrete and taxi cabs as it does in the rivers, lakes, and mountains. Grace, I realized, is neither time nor place dependent. All we need is the right soundtrack"

Yes I agree! All we need is the right soundtrack. I saw something coming up. Without a shred of doubt, of which I am always enslaved to, I rushed to the corners of the window ( 'My Computer' ) and enqueued Pearl Jam. Oh! Eddie Vedder, I so find solace and peace in your voice. Its been so since college. Started with 'Just Breathe'.

The thought of writing something sure lingered in my head for quite sometime. And yet I needed this song, this one song, these 180 seconds of baritone voice circling and playing inside the depths of my ear, to make known the works I always admire. Yes, it is just about time to say what I like the most about poetry. It is this

How it makes sense that amidst turmoil lies true beauty. Amidst the rubble of the stormy wars and false preaching of mankind that befell this planet lies true greatness. Amidst all known and unknown lies the true spirit of joy and laughter. 

And how beautifully Luke Kelly rendered this poem

We tripped lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen
The worth of passion's pledge

With her own name there and her own dark hair
Like clouds over fields of May -  - On Raglan Road by Patrick Kavanagh

Trouble with everything around you can still bring beauty to the fore

My lids closed down—yet through their veil

I saw him blazing still;

And bathe in gold the misty dale,

And flash upon the hill - Dazzling Sun by Emile Bronte

Curiosity should be embraced and fed with notes still not composed. And yet elevates you to do it.

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth - The road not taken by Robert Frost

And how it's important to dwell in the palace of memories sculpted decades ago and still try to live in the present. To gaze upon the sky and spot the mountains on the moon and wonder with eyes closed.

on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink. - John Keats

And to cultivate love in your blood, kindness in your heart with fiesty parades on your foot

in me all that fire is repeated, 

in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten - Pablo Neruda in If you forget me

Never giving up and always marching.

It's in the reach of my arms

The span of my hips,

The stride of my step,

The curl of my lips - Mary Angelou in Phenomenal Woman

Or to summarize everything in life and come up with a stunner. A catch that does not struggle in the net, but waits for the master to set it free.

And were an epitaph to be my story
I’d have a short one ready for my own.
I would have written of me on my stone:
I had a lover’s quarrel with the world - Robert Frost

Stranger Than Fiction

Sometimes, when we lose ourselves in fear and despair, in routine and constancy, in hopelessness and tragedy, we can thank God for Bavarian sugar cookies. And, fortunately, when there aren't any cookies, we can still find reassurance in a familiar hand on our skin, or a kind and loving gesture, or subtle encouragement, or a loving embrace, or an offer of comfort, not to mention hospital gurneys and nose plugs, an uneaten Danish, soft-spoken secrets, and Fender Stratocasters, and maybe the occasional piece of fiction. And we must remember that all these things, the nuances, the anomalies, the subtleties, which we assume only accessorize our days, are effective for a much larger and nobler cause. They are here to save our lives. I know the idea seems strange, but I also know that it just so happens to be true.

-- Stranger Than Fiction

Disappointed with the oscars. Joaquin phoenix should have won it. Never seen a work that is so powerful. The screen screamed of excellence. 

Proust and some other things

"And in myself, too, many things have perished which, I imagined, would last for ever, and new structures have arisen, giving birth to new sorrows and new joys which in those days I could not have foreseen, just as now the old are difficult of comprehension"

"like those convent bells which are so effectively drowned during the day by the noises of the streets that one would suppose them to have been stopped for ever, until they sound out again through the silent evening air"

"For in order to make us descend into the most subterranean galleries of sleep, where no reflexion from overnight, no gleam of memory comes to light up the interior monologue–if the latter does not itself cease–fatigue followed by rest will so thoroughly turn over the soil and penetrate the bedrock of our bodies that we discover down there, where our muscles plunge and twist in their ramifications and breathe in new life, the garden where we played in our childhood. There is no need to travel in order to see it again; we must dig down inwardly to discover it"

-- Marcel Proust (In search of Lost Time)

In such conditions, superficial or not, where I often ponder on the phenomenon of 'creation' it so occurs that all the randomness in life is actually the beauty we never see. To embrace and not ignore them is the key to be happy and content. What is creation after all? Have I created anything worthy? Yet? Is it just in the plan off the back of my head? Will it ever flame out and squash the darkness?

A new life has thus begun. I tied the knot some many days ago to my beloved and lay swinging to all the dances encountered hitherto. I must admit that it has been a pleasure to just lay swinging. All of life comes circling down to one point and you take it from there. Fresh memories, fresh roads and fresh curves ahead. New people, new humor. New visions and newer plans. Oh I see the beauty in it.

Hope I take forward many good memories and be good and kind to one and many. To not bother much about the future and keeping walking ahead. A good year to record some strange and some funny moments.