Monday, March 16, 2009

Home.

I'm on my way,
To nowhere.
And I need to find some sign.

Walking around,
On these two feet.
And nothing's on my mind.

I'm wandering,
Into far off worlds.
I think I'm too far gone..

I'll find a way,
To call you maybe.
Tell you what I've found.

Moving around,
On broken wings,
My heart is where I go.
Searching for that lonely place,
Somehow I will know.
This is home.
This is home.
This is home.

I'm trying to,
Reach a restful place.
And sleep away my years.

I hope to find,
Somebody there.
Whose mind thinks like mine.

Maybe when I,
Reach that land.
I come back to take you there.

Maybe it seems,
I'm searching too hard.
Maybe I'm already here.

Moving around,
On broken wings,
My heart is where I go.
Searching for that lonely place,
Somehow I will know.
This is home.
This is home.
This is home.

The streets my own,
That restul baritone,
Maybe this is it for me,
This is where I belong.
This is home.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Saving the planet.

This here is George Carlin's monologue on the environment. I agree with him somewhat, he had a unique way of putting things into perspective.

R.I.P. George. I'm sure you're looking up at us and laughing.




We're so self-important. So self-important. Everybody's going to save something now. "Save the trees, save the bees, save the whales, save those snails." And the greatest arrogance of all: save the planet. What? Are these fucking people kidding me? Save the planet, we don't even know how to take care of ourselves yet. We haven't learned how to care for one another, we're gonna save the fucking planet?

I'm getting tired of that shit. Tired of that shit. I'm tired of fucking Earth Day, I'm tired of these self-righteous environmentalists, these white, bourgeois liberals who think the only thing wrong with this country is there aren't enough bicycle paths. People trying to make the world save for their Volvos. Besides, environmentalists don't give a shit about the planet. They don't care about the planet. Not in the abstract they don't. Not in the abstract they don't. You know what they're interested in? A clean place to live. Their own habitat. They're worried that some day in the future, they might be personally inconvenienced. Narrow, unenlightened self-interest doesn't impress me.

Besides, there is nothing wrong with the planet. Nothing wrong with the planet. The planet is fine. The PEOPLE are fucked. Difference. Difference. The planet is fine. Compared to the people, the planet is doing great. Been here four and a half billion years. Did you ever think about the arithmetic? The planet has been here four and a half billion years. We've been here, what, a hundred thousand? Maybe two hundred thousand? And we've only been engaged in heavy industry for a little over two hundred years. Two hundred years versus four and a half billion. And we have the CONCEIT to think that somehow we're a threat? That somehow we're gonna put in jeopardy this beautiful little blue-green ball that's just a-floatin' around the sun?

The planet has been through a lot worse than us. Been through all kinds of things worse than us. Been through earthquakes, volcanoes, plate tectonics, continental drift, solar flares, sun spots, magnetic storms, the magnetic reversal of the poles...hundreds of thousands of years of bombardment by comets and asteroids and meteors, worlwide floods, tidal waves, worldwide fires, erosion, cosmic rays, recurring ice ages...And we think some plastic bags, and some aluminum cans are going to make a difference? The planet...the planet...the planet isn't going anywhere. WE ARE!

We're going away. Pack your shit, folks. We're going away. And we won't leave much of a trace, either. Thank God for that. Maybe a little styrofoam. Maybe. A little styrofoam. The planet'll be here and we'll be long gone. Just another failed mutation. Just another closed-end biological mistake. An evolutionary cul-de-sac. The planet'll shake us off like a bad case of fleas. A surface nuisance.

You wanna know how the planet's doing? Ask those people at Pompeii, who are frozen into position from volcanic ash, how the planet's doing. You wanna know if the planet's all right, ask those people in Mexico City or Armenia or a hundred other places buried under thousands of tons of earthquake rubble, if they feel like a threat to the planet this week. Or how about those people in Kilowaia, Hawaii, who built their homes right next to an active volcano, and then wonder why they have lava in the living room.

The planet will be here for a long, long, LONG time after we're gone, and it will heal itself, it will cleanse itself, 'cause that's what it does. It's a self-correcting system. The air and the water will recover, the earth will be renewed, and if it's true that plastic is not degradable, well, the planet will simply incorporate plastic into a new pardigm: the earth plus plastic. The earth doesn't share our prejudice towards plastic. Plastic came out of the earth. The earth probably sees plastic as just another one of its children. Could be the only reason the earth allowed us to be spawned from it in the first place. It wanted plastic for itself. Didn't know how to make it. Needed us. Could be the answer to our age-old egocentric philosophical question, "Why are we here?" Plastic...asshole.

So, the plastic is here, our job is done, we can be phased out now. And I think that's begun. Don't you think that's already started? I think, to be fair, the planet sees us as a mild threat. Something to be dealt with. And the planet can defend itself in an organized, collective way, the way a beehive or an ant colony can. A collective defense mechanism. The planet will think of something. What would you do if you were the planet? How would you defend yourself against this troublesome, pesky species? Let's see... Viruses. Viruses might be good. They seem vulnerable to viruses. And, uh...viruses are tricky, always mutating and forming new strains whenever a vaccine is developed. Perhaps, this first virus could be one that compromises the immune system of these creatures. Perhaps a human immunodeficiency virus, making them vulnerable to all sorts of other diseases and infections that might come along. And maybe it could be spread sexually, making them a little reluctant to engage in the act of reproduction.

Well, that's a poetic note. And it's a start. And I can dream, can't I? See I don't worry about the little things: bees, trees, whales, snails. I think we're part of a greater wisdom than we will ever understand. A higher order. Call it what you want. Know what I call it? The Big Electron. The Big Electron...whoooa. Whoooa. Whoooa. It doesn't punish, it doesn't reward, it doesn't judge at all. It just is. And so are we. For a little while."

Friday, March 13, 2009

Fight to Win.

Can we this time,
Fight on the same side.

Try to stand together,
Fighting side by side.

But we dont know,
What we stand for.

And we wonder,
Where we came from.

But this time,
Help win this fight.
Moving on,
Spinning around,
To a broken song.
Moving on.
Heaven knows,
Where I belong.

And I am,
Untouchable.

Maybe I'm the,
One you seek.

I could be,
The hero now.

I will help you out,
Somehow.

But this time,
Help win this fight.
Moving on,
Spinning around,
To a broken song.
Moving on.
Heaven knows,
Where I belong.

Reaching out,
For any weapon you find.

But I can win,
On the strength of my mind.

The world gets stronger,
If you start crying.

Turn around a face them,
Then you could be flying.


I want you with me,
No one else by my side.
Even if we lose now,
They'll know we tried,
You know we tried,
You know I tried.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Choices I Make.

So many choices,
To choose from.

Too many which,
I can't see.

And at moments,
I feel alive.

Beyond the oceans,
I see.

I can only live,
When I'm young.
I'm only free,
This once.
I'm going this way alone.
Maybe this is the way,
For me.

There's only one way,
Im going.

But there's two paths,
For me.

If my heart leads me,
This way.

Then which way,
Am I free.

I can only live,
When I'm young.
I'm only free,
This once.
I'm going this way alone.
Maybe this is the way,
For me.

And now my life,
Leads the way.

Somehow I made it,
Through another day.

Maybe I chose right,
After all.

Maybe this was,
Destiny's call.

Now I can live,
Im finally free.
I'm young,
And I'll go on.
I found my path,
I made my way.
This is the road for me.




P.S.> This song reflects my mind right now. In respect to the problems and questions I face as mentioned in the earlier post. I hope I manage to make the right choice.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Fear of the Dark.

Change. 

Have I written about this already? I'm not sure. But I feel this fear coming onto me as I stand at a crossroads in life. On one hand, a chapter of my life is coming to an end, again. On the other, a whole new chapter is probably going to open up. At this point, the question that's crossing my mind every now and then is; what comes next?

Every human being has a fear of the unknown. And it is our ability to choose what we do when faced with it, is what defines us. We can choose to march confidently into the unknown or we can extend it, escape it, avoid it as long as we don't have to accept it. I'm worried about what choice do I make. I know I must accept it, for me the unknown holds my future. And like the great Morisson said, the future's not set and the end is always near. 

In this situation the end is within sight, a mere turn of the corner away, and I stand here perplexed and afraid of whats around that proverbial corner of my life. Maybe I'm stupid. Maybe I'm just blind. Maybe, just maybe, I want to turn around and run. But there is a simple truth that I must face. Whatever is around that corner, will come back to some time or the other. I will after some time be standing at a new crossroads of life, and I'll have to take another turn. How many times can I avoid this change? How long will I keep trying to escape the unknown?

Even now, as I write this, I know the decision I have to make. Till now I've prided myself on being a logical and straight-forward human being. All my thinking and logic should make this choice easy, but then why do I hesitate? Why can't I accept this change like many people around me have? Is it instinct? Because at some level I can sense what is going to happen. Is it fear? Because I know I'm afraid of it. Or maybe, its just plain stupidity! I'd feel happier if this was the case. But its not.

I cannot explain why I'm trying to avoid this change that I should accept. The closest I can come to is the one explanation that doesn't really make me feel better. I am afraid of the unknown. But, unless I face it, I will never know if I'm strong enough. Unless I charge into the unknown I will never realise what it is, what it means to my life and what it means to me. In the end, I realise that everything in life changes. I have gone through these changes before, I've marched into the dark unknown, and I must do it again, like millions before me.

There is a time to make a decision and stand by it. I made my decision, now I must find the strength to stand by it. Everything changes, its time I did too.





Quote: They say there is no such thing as a free lunch. 
They also say, that the best things in life are free.
Ergo, lunch is not one of the best things in life.
Amazing how relativity comes around and bites you in the ass, eh?

Monday, March 9, 2009

In The Name of...

First came love,
And words of god.

Then we tried,
To live our lives.

And we found,
That it was lost.

So we warred,
In his holy names.

Somehow to help,
With all our pain.

Looking out,
For personal gains.

Now this world,
Don't mean a thing.
There's just one word,
That I believe.
Now there's nothing,
Left to show.
Just one word,
No one,
Seems to know.

Then we searched,
In foreign lands.

For strength,
In fallen hands.

Said we're building,
Them a life.

We're saving them,
From strife.

Now its slipping,
Through our fists.

Yet we fight,
Those who resist.

Now this world,
Don't mean a thing.
There's just one word,
That I believe.
Now there's nothing,
Left to show.
Just one word,
No one,
Seems to know.

We say we're winning,
In this war.

Yet the ending,
Seems so far.

Why do our leaders,
Stand so tall.

Innocent men,
Around him fall.

Now this world,
Don't mean a thing.
There's just one word,
That I believe.
Now there's nothing,
Left to show.
Just one word,
No one,
Seems to know.

Friday, March 6, 2009

Nothing.

Nothing left,
To take apart.

Nothing in,
A broken heart.

Nothing done,
And complete again.

Nothing gained,
All in vain.

Nothing keeps me strong,
Nothing weak,
Not anymore.

If nothing's here for me,
Why can't I see,
How I am,
Where to go.
Why does it,
Feel like home.
Why don't I feel,
Completely alone.

Nothing here,
To talk about.

Nothing now,
To walk upon.

Nothing will,
Raise a doubt.

Nothing can,
Hear the song.

Nothing here alive.
Nothing now,
To look for.

If nothing's here for me,
Why can't I see,
How I am,
Where to go.
Why does it,
Feel like home.
Why don't I feel,
Completely alone.

Broken voices,
Steady breath.
Shadow's sleep,
Dreams forget.
Driving deep,
In solitude.
Living on,
With gratitude.

If nothing's here for me,
Why can't I see,
How I am,
Where to go.
Why does it,
Feel like home.
Why don't I feel,
Completely alone.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Brothers-In-Arms.

All at ease,
All are known.

Empty bottles,
In a full room.

Friendly faces,
Guitar strings.

Someone lost,
In deep conversation.

You are my brothers,
My friends,
The memories,
Will stand by me.
You call me brother,
All my friends,
Their memories,
Will stand by me.

We speak
And laugh.

Behold the dream,
Stand and stare.

Looking through,
A magic glass.

Of where we were,
And where we go.

You are my brothers,
My friends,
The memories,
Will stand by me.
You call me brother,
All my friends,
Their memories,
Will stand by me.

We all sing aloud,
They try to understand us.
Try to make some sense,
What's around,
Where we go,
Who we are,
What we do.

You are my brothers,
My friends,
The memories,
Will stand by me.
You call me brother,
All my friends,
Their memories,
Will stand by me.




P.S.> If this song makes no sense, I understand. I'm slightly drunk, and this song goes out to the people who got me here (this drunken state). My friends, my brothers in arms, my band-mates. This one is to the memories and times we have had and will continue surviving. Thanks.