Monday, June 29, 2009

june


what a month.....
what a month.... at times like this you know god is the nerdy kid with the magnifying glass taking his anger out on a selected few ants..... god, heh.
what if one day this duche walks up and says..... dude, i be god. i know what i have done to you, but you must understand tough love.... i will stop him there..... will say.. hey man.. no worries... you gotta do what you gotta do.... pat him 2ice... hi5 him, and just as he turns around to walk off..... pounce on that mother and give him the beating of a life time. saala. tough love. i'd like to smack that god till his teeth fall out. they say hesus died for our sins..... heh, guess who is in payback mode.
i loom over my grandma at night. just to make sure she is still breathing..... its not helpful when sometimes she gets up and finds me in the darkness... my nose against the moshari..... i scare her hehe. she thinks i am mad, i know she is mad. what an equation. its come to the point where everything is in a loop, and you don't know if you are caught in it, or if you started it.... bottom line you are in it.
the future seems dark..... gloomy you know. i generally could figure out where my ship is headed..... i lost bearings a while ago.... then came the storm, then another, then the sun belted down with all its fury..... now the clouds are playing aankho me choli..... now you see me now you don't.....
i read somewhere that there was this famous architect who was designing a library.... he wanted to make it the best ever...... he pondered over it day and night.... months on end.... didn;t stop to eat till he got that exact image in his head on paper..... long last his creation came to life.... it was magnificent.... people were all like....wow, what a piece of work..... clap clap....pat pat
the next day the building collapsed...... the smarty archie didn't take into account the weight of the books..... and all the kings men couldn't put it 2gtrh again. sigh.
we build ourselves to withstand everything..... well almost everything.... there are so many things we can't account for..... so many outta the blue, where did that come from - things.....things can't get possibly worse...but they do - things, where the what the - things, just things is general. too many to deal with.

A squirrel in the tree is he watching me
Does he give a damn?
Does he care who I am?
I'm just a man, is that all I am
Are my manners misinterpreted words or only human?
I'm human

Murderous crow, hey what you know
What you reading about, what you hold in your toes
Is that a twig, are you a dove of peace
A black dove undercover, with another puzzle piece
Are you a riddle to solve all along?
Or am I over thinking thoughts of human after all

Only human
Made of flesh, made of sand, made of you and me
The planet's talking about a revolution
The natural laws ain't got no constitution
They've got a right to live their own life
But we keep paving over paradise.

paradise is lost, unattainable, a dream, an escape, an hour, a min, one bloody second. where are we.....what are we supposed to do.....and why oh why.
sigh.
lost i am, and getting used to it.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

coo coo ka chu

have a nice life, and move on. sometimes its easier to run away than to stick it through. you stick it through, always wondering what it would have been like if you escaped. after a while things don't get to you anymore. you have heard everything there is to hear, said everything there is to be said, seen everything you can possibly see and then there are things that you dont need to see to acknowledge their existence. questions and only question hover, not a single answer in sight. implications and consequences cloud every act, every step. we strive to find difference, uniqueness..... sometimes we get more than we can chew, what do you do, spit it out, gulp some water...... choke!?
what do you do when you know that every step you take/have taken in life is a wrong one. all you do is take wrong turns, not even cyclic redundancy, just the usual long lateral fuck.
i dunno what i am ranting about, but i know this, you get out of the ditch, fucking fall back into it, get out of it, fall back.......... when is it enough. what do you do when you are not used to it. people don't understand you, they don't want to, but they try and fuck it up all the more. thats what we humans do, give ourselves, even if we are absolutely unwanted, undesired, and unimportant. this whole life is spinning outta control. happy thoughts are like spotting shooting stars on a cloudy night. no matter how hard you try, there still the friggin clouds........ that shroud of darkness.
i have had it. but i can't stop it. i dunno if i should laugh or cry.
mother nature us also out to dab salt into gaping wounds, the sweaty kind.
i know the biggest mistakes in my life, i keep playing them in slow motion in my head, frame by frame..... sec by sec.....its haunting.
i stop and ask what is happening, people have so many versions of it, not one can you relate to. not one actually offers any solution. but wait. there is no solution. heh.
the bright side eh, look look, thats a train.... you are in a tunnel and its heading your way. coo coo ka chu.
dad had said the easiest way to make money its to become an engineer. i should have kept my head down, i should have followed, there is a reason dreams are dreams. i should have kept in line, just like everybody else, nothing is against the system.... the system is all. even neo dies in matrix. i should have been a drone. a fucking drone. coo coo ka chu.


post distress post : like a mini wtf was what that rant about

fuck the drone
i want the throne

coo coo ka-faqin-chu : live life dont let it live you. power to the people \m/

Sunday, June 14, 2009

pokapok

so, india are out of the T-20, that match i saw. the one they won i didn't. i don follow too much of cricket, but i thinks dhoni is pond paka a lil, where was utthapa(dudes any day betta than this jadeja), how can you not play ifran khan.... and then how can you play ishant sharma......sigh.
that bollywood actor raped the house help. ki sad.
australia te full on bawali cholche.
i mean aussie land was besh nice. cool and friendly. things change, i guess. i like the fact that the desis there are going old school and rioting their asses off. good for you man. stick it to the fuck bags, an eye for an eye don always work, but its get the attention. beating up ppl for the color of their sink is stupid..... beat him up if he spits paan er peek on your crotch, but not for nothing. i mean, look at the world.... it is slowly but steadily turning, we will all be eventually brown man. i mean already the brown population is like poppin..... we will fuck you at some point in time man..... just a matter of time..... world domination was written in brown man... not in white. heh.
anyways....religion is kinda scary. humanity is the only worth while cause. people help each other. then we should also help people.
things now are kinda in overdrive as far as life is concerned. zip zap zoom. things will settle down soon, we'll get some time to breathe..... sit back and bask again. only to sigh at most times, but its still better than chaos. people around me are pillars i suppose. you are the company you keep. its what makes you. i am glad i gots good people, not sane, not normal, not bland...... but pure.
sigh. lets pardy.

Monday, June 8, 2009

sigh

you know the times when you take the easy way out, only that turns out to be more tedious and complicated than the actual problem.... sigh story of my life. the vacation is bummed. i can't stand the heat.....is so friggin hot.....nagging it is. rain rain rain.

Thursday, June 4, 2009

sing along

The Dynamo Of Volition

I've got the dynamo of volition
With po-pole position
Automatic transmission with lo-ow emissions
I'm a brand new addition to the old edition
With the love unconditional.

I'm a drama abolitionist
Damn no opposition to my proposition
Half of a man, half magician
Half a politician holding the mic
Like ammunition
And my vision is as simple as light.

Ain't no reason we should be in a fight
No demolition
Get to vote, get to say what you like
Procreation
Compositions already written by themselves
Heck is for the people not believin' in gosh

Good Job
Get 'em up way high
Gimme gimme that high five
Good time
Get 'em way down low
Gimme gimme that low dough
Good God
Bring 'em back again
Gimme gimme that high ten
You're the best definition of good intention.

I do not answer the call if
I do not know who is calling
I guess the whole point of it all is
That we never know really

I'm tryin' to keep with the Joneses
While waiting for guns and the roses
To finish what we all suppose is
Gonna be the shit so sue me

Oh, fist like pumping and wrist lock
Twisting up a rizla
Kid Icarus on the transistor
Nintendo been givin' me the blister
I bend over take it in the kisser

My best friends are hittin' on my sister.
Try to tell them that they still wish-a
Cause she already got herself a mister
And besides that's gross to want to dis her
Didn't I say, Didn't I say

Good Job
Get 'em up way high
Gimme gimme that high five
Good time
Get 'em way down low
Gimme gimme that low dough
Good God
Bring 'em back again
Gimme gimme that high ten
You're the best definition of good versus evil

I do not keep up with statistics
I do not sleep without a mistress
I do not eat unless it's fixed with
Some kind of sweet like a licorice
My home is deep inside the mystics
I'm known to keep diggin' on existence
I'm holdin' in the heat like a fishstick
My phone it beeps because I missed it.

I do not answer the call if
I do not know who is calling
I'm making no sense of it all
Say, can I get a witness

I'm only a boy in a story
Just a hallucinatory
Trippin' on nothing there is
Living in the wilderness

With a tiger spot on my back
Living life of a cat
I just wanna relax here
And write another rap tune
Driving off on your blind man's bike
You can say just what you like
Or nothing can stop you

Good Job
Get 'em up way high
Gimme gimme that high five
Good Time
Get 'em way down low
Gimme gimme that low dough
Good God
Bring 'em back again
Gimme gimme that high ten
You're the best
You're the best
You're the best
You're the best
You're the best
You're the best
You're the best

Good Job
Get 'em up way high
Gimme gimme that high five
Good Time
Get 'em way down low
Gimme gimme that low dough
Good God
Bring 'em back again
Gimme gimme that high ten
You're the best definition of good intention
You're the best definition of good intention
You're the best definition of good intention

You're the best around

Monday, June 1, 2009

kabooki


thats what i see my life as....
that day i was pondering over buying tomatoes over tomato puree..... why, cause of the price.... heh
life is weird........
my head hurts.......i don feel so well.... but eh.
ooooooooooooooooooooo "head hurts" sigh.
we need magic and luck..... lots o luck.