I love the feeling when it falls apart,
I bring up just to watch if fall.
Watch the world go up in flame.
Maybe chaos is my call.
Could this be the end of me,
And all the things I know.
Maybe this is too easy,
There are better ways to go.
Let me go now,
Just let me die,
You know how good it feels?
This is the end,
Its my goodbye,
This is my last requiem.
How can you say I let down,
I cant believe I let you know,
Now I see my defense let you in,
And now you are under my skin.
With your final words,
Does it end?
Or do I wait for it to begin.
Let me go now,
Just let me die,
You know how good it feels?
This is the end,
Its my goodbye,
This is my last requiem.
Screaming in my head,
Its all the devils,
All the things I don't want to see.
In your aching eyes,
I understand the lies,
And all the grief within.
Will you let me go,
And let me die,
Do you have to win?
Let me go now,
Just let me die,
You know how good it feels?
This is the end,
Its my goodbye,
This is my last requiem.
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Now playing: Audioslave - Show Me How To Live
via FoxyTunes
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
The Perception of Reality.
A number of scientists and theologists have tried to bring a sense of perspective about the human mind and its workings. They have tried to bring about order to the number of thought processes going on in the wonder that is our brain. A number of said scientists have tried to use their magnanimous brains to try and make it understand itself. And along the way, as most experiments go, they stumbled upon a series of startling revelations.
These "startling revelations" created a window of doubt in the iron clad "Laws of Physics". Thus, from the workings of our brains, these scientists found that a number of alternative theories, namely Quantum Theories, had the scope to be proved in the understanding of the human brain. Now here is the body of work that most scientists consider the Judgment Day of Science as we know it. There are infinite possibilities in Quantum Mechanics and if we do try to look at everything at a Quantum level then all the theories and ideas imprinted in our minds from childhood science books counts for null. And there are a number of theories which I took a look at and have attempted to understand at some level. And this promises to be the first of various posts on the topic of breaking down science as we know it.
But let me take this post to a small but interesting theory which falls under the scheme of Quantum Mechanics. The theory concerns reality and parallel universes. Strap down your brain, open up your mind and give a listen. Scientists, physicists and philosophers have looked into the workings of the human mind and found that its capable of over 2 billion calculations per second. In reality we only use about 7000 of this capacity. The rest is being used to create unknown and unrealised thougt processes which we cannot even begin to fathom. Under this situation, through a series of expriments these people found that the human brain has the ability to project backwards and forwards in time(more about that later). And then they got a blurry idea of where the other calculations go. They go into creating alternate realities.
These alternate realities exist at every moment in our lives, and we make decisions every second that affect our selection of reality. There are a million alternate reactions to every small action we take which a normal human brain cannot look into. We consciously make decisions regarding which reality we wish to follow. As soon as we make that decision, what we want to perceive as reality becomes that reality. When we make this choice of reality and its perception, the other parallel realities cease to exist. There is a corollary which says there are means to contact and realise these parallel paths, but the human brain is still not so evolved as to do this effectively.
Now that all the boring science stuff is over, sit back and try to understand the impact of this on our lives. Try and fathom how much each of our actions affects the world around us. If you do a large decision try to go backwards and forwards in the time-space matrix and lookat the reactions, effects and possibilities of a different course of action. Reality is not ever-existent, the only reality is the one we choose to see, the one we choose to accept and live in. The definition of reality is quite literally the choice made by the human brain, and the ability of our less developed minds to perceive this comfortable reality.
Now we have scientific evidence backing our favourite theory that reality is just an illusion. Any relevance to the Matrix here?
These "startling revelations" created a window of doubt in the iron clad "Laws of Physics". Thus, from the workings of our brains, these scientists found that a number of alternative theories, namely Quantum Theories, had the scope to be proved in the understanding of the human brain. Now here is the body of work that most scientists consider the Judgment Day of Science as we know it. There are infinite possibilities in Quantum Mechanics and if we do try to look at everything at a Quantum level then all the theories and ideas imprinted in our minds from childhood science books counts for null. And there are a number of theories which I took a look at and have attempted to understand at some level. And this promises to be the first of various posts on the topic of breaking down science as we know it.
But let me take this post to a small but interesting theory which falls under the scheme of Quantum Mechanics. The theory concerns reality and parallel universes. Strap down your brain, open up your mind and give a listen. Scientists, physicists and philosophers have looked into the workings of the human mind and found that its capable of over 2 billion calculations per second. In reality we only use about 7000 of this capacity. The rest is being used to create unknown and unrealised thougt processes which we cannot even begin to fathom. Under this situation, through a series of expriments these people found that the human brain has the ability to project backwards and forwards in time(more about that later). And then they got a blurry idea of where the other calculations go. They go into creating alternate realities.
These alternate realities exist at every moment in our lives, and we make decisions every second that affect our selection of reality. There are a million alternate reactions to every small action we take which a normal human brain cannot look into. We consciously make decisions regarding which reality we wish to follow. As soon as we make that decision, what we want to perceive as reality becomes that reality. When we make this choice of reality and its perception, the other parallel realities cease to exist. There is a corollary which says there are means to contact and realise these parallel paths, but the human brain is still not so evolved as to do this effectively.
Now that all the boring science stuff is over, sit back and try to understand the impact of this on our lives. Try and fathom how much each of our actions affects the world around us. If you do a large decision try to go backwards and forwards in the time-space matrix and lookat the reactions, effects and possibilities of a different course of action. Reality is not ever-existent, the only reality is the one we choose to see, the one we choose to accept and live in. The definition of reality is quite literally the choice made by the human brain, and the ability of our less developed minds to perceive this comfortable reality.
Now we have scientific evidence backing our favourite theory that reality is just an illusion. Any relevance to the Matrix here?
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
My Failure.
In this darkness,
I will be your light,
I will guide you on,
I'll shine bright.
I'll take you home,
On the road you want,
You make it home,
I'll guide you right.
But you keep drowning,
In the dark,
Its my failure now,
Its my failure.
And somehow I feel,
Its just not right,
Its my failure now,
My failure.
I'll be the one,
The one to save you now,
With my only light.
I will save you soon,
Even if it means, I let go,
Of this guiding light.
All you mean to me,
I never knew,
Till you were gone,
It was too late.
But you keep drowning,
In the dark,
Its my failure now,
Its my failure.
And somehow I feel,
Its just not right,
Its my failure now,
My failure.
Ill keep you strong,
When you feel so weak,
Ill pick you up.
And the shadows move,
They show their might,
Its not their victory yet,
Its just the lapse of light here,
Don't worry as I stand,
Ill keep away your fear.
But you keep drowning,
In the dark,
Its my failure now,
Its my failure.
And somehow I feel,
Its just not right,
Its my failure now,
My failure.
Edit: Written to the tune of Late Goodbye by Poets of the Fall. These people inspire me so much that its not funny. I hope to play this song as I'm currently learning it on the guitar. Maybe i'll record and upload it sometime soon.
The tune sort of fits, just need to work around a few missing links and some tones. Will need some working and few weeks more practice on the guitar. Hope I can upload it soon.
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Now playing: Poets Of The Fall - Late Goodbye
via FoxyTunes
I will be your light,
I will guide you on,
I'll shine bright.
I'll take you home,
On the road you want,
You make it home,
I'll guide you right.
But you keep drowning,
In the dark,
Its my failure now,
Its my failure.
And somehow I feel,
Its just not right,
Its my failure now,
My failure.
I'll be the one,
The one to save you now,
With my only light.
I will save you soon,
Even if it means, I let go,
Of this guiding light.
All you mean to me,
I never knew,
Till you were gone,
It was too late.
But you keep drowning,
In the dark,
Its my failure now,
Its my failure.
And somehow I feel,
Its just not right,
Its my failure now,
My failure.
Ill keep you strong,
When you feel so weak,
Ill pick you up.
And the shadows move,
They show their might,
Its not their victory yet,
Its just the lapse of light here,
Don't worry as I stand,
Ill keep away your fear.
But you keep drowning,
In the dark,
Its my failure now,
Its my failure.
And somehow I feel,
Its just not right,
Its my failure now,
My failure.
Edit: Written to the tune of Late Goodbye by Poets of the Fall. These people inspire me so much that its not funny. I hope to play this song as I'm currently learning it on the guitar. Maybe i'll record and upload it sometime soon.
The tune sort of fits, just need to work around a few missing links and some tones. Will need some working and few weeks more practice on the guitar. Hope I can upload it soon.
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Now playing: Poets Of The Fall - Late Goodbye
via FoxyTunes
Monday, September 15, 2008
The Dogtown Wars.
Im currently working shortish-long story, something along the lines of SinCity and a very 60's cliched style of writing. This post here is the prologue of the same story. I'll be posting and updating chapters in a separate blog, after my exams get over.
So give this a read and tell me your views so I can work on it and update the story as it develops.
Chapter 1: Prologue.
The last thing I remember was the gunshot, but I couldn't really complain under the circumstance could I. I mean, I knew I was in for a rough time ever since she shimmied through the door. The light making a beautiful silhouette of her perfect body and that long cigarette burning a hole through my mind.
"Got a light?", the question sounded like a poem coming from her perfect red lips. I was surprised the cigarette didn't light itself at such beautiful words. I fumbled with the lighter before she came over, oh so coolly, and lit her cigarette. I wasn't too sure if it was the reflection of the fire in her eyes or something more sinister. I made my peace with the reflection argument, I would find out the truth later on.
There were a million questions running through my mind, "Who is she? Why does she seem so familiar? Whats she doing here? and What does she want?". I decided to start with the first one and work my way down.
"So, I dint quite get your name", very original, Casanova.
"Mylene" she whispered, "Mylene Rivers."
I'm sure she heard my stomach hit the ground. Guess that answers my second question. Now I'm not sure if I should ask the other two. After all, no one will want to be sitting face to face with the mistress of the biggest mobster in Dogtown.
Vadim "The Russian" Alexiev. Few people dared to cross paths with Vadim, those who did had been missing for a long time now. I did not wish to be one of them.
"So you either need my help, or want me dead. Which is it that brings you knocking on my door?"
"I heard about you," the reply seemed convincing, "The cops cant help as Vadi pretty much owns the force, anyone else, and I'm dooming them with me."
"Aah, so you DO want me dead." Maybe I shouldn't be so judgmental, "what makes you so sure I can help you anyway?"
Her answer seemed rehearsed, like one of those actors practicing their lines in front of a mirror a million times, just to get the emotion right, whatever it was, I fell for it; hook, line and sinker.
"I read your story" she said, "about how the Force kicked you out after you killed that kid, how everyone calls you mentally unstable, and how they say you are the only man who could stand up against the mobs of Dogtown."
"You're right on the first count, the second is just a matter of perspective, and as for the third, I wouldn't trust the people who told you that." I felt the need to clear her illusions about me. "What 'they' say is not completely true. Yes, I did take up a little battle against your 'loverboy', " I couldn't help but grin, "and yes I'm still alive, for the most part. But that doesn't mean I'm gonna get lucky again, and there ain't no way I'm putting my neck on the line for no damn good reason, even if the reason is a pretty dame like you."
She replied before I finished my point, "From what I heard, you dint get lucky. Aren't you the man they call Vic Sullivan? or maybe I'm looking for the man you used to be."
"That was a long time ago Miss Rivers. Times have changed, the mob owns Dogtown now, people disappear into the shadows and the body count keeps rising everyday. I don't intend to become just another statistic in the fight between the Russians and the Italians." Every word of this was true. These days everyone was included in the battle for Dogtown. You were either with a side or against it, each side either got you rich quick or dead quicker, it all depended on how good you were at killing people.
"Well I need your help Vic, and I know for a fact that you are the best man for the job. And if you need a reason, I'll give you 200 large for your help," She slapped down one of those thick brown envelopes which you just knew were filled with cash, "Thats a 100,00 , you get the rest after."
She did have a point, sure she was the Mob lord's woman, and sure she had the money in her hand, but I'd be damned if any man could say no once he looked into those beautiful brown eyes. Curse you, Mylene, I knew then, you'd be the end of me.
So give this a read and tell me your views so I can work on it and update the story as it develops.
Chapter 1: Prologue.
The last thing I remember was the gunshot, but I couldn't really complain under the circumstance could I. I mean, I knew I was in for a rough time ever since she shimmied through the door. The light making a beautiful silhouette of her perfect body and that long cigarette burning a hole through my mind.
"Got a light?", the question sounded like a poem coming from her perfect red lips. I was surprised the cigarette didn't light itself at such beautiful words. I fumbled with the lighter before she came over, oh so coolly, and lit her cigarette. I wasn't too sure if it was the reflection of the fire in her eyes or something more sinister. I made my peace with the reflection argument, I would find out the truth later on.
There were a million questions running through my mind, "Who is she? Why does she seem so familiar? Whats she doing here? and What does she want?". I decided to start with the first one and work my way down.
"So, I dint quite get your name", very original, Casanova.
"Mylene" she whispered, "Mylene Rivers."
I'm sure she heard my stomach hit the ground. Guess that answers my second question. Now I'm not sure if I should ask the other two. After all, no one will want to be sitting face to face with the mistress of the biggest mobster in Dogtown.
Vadim "The Russian" Alexiev. Few people dared to cross paths with Vadim, those who did had been missing for a long time now. I did not wish to be one of them.
"So you either need my help, or want me dead. Which is it that brings you knocking on my door?"
"I heard about you," the reply seemed convincing, "The cops cant help as Vadi pretty much owns the force, anyone else, and I'm dooming them with me."
"Aah, so you DO want me dead." Maybe I shouldn't be so judgmental, "what makes you so sure I can help you anyway?"
Her answer seemed rehearsed, like one of those actors practicing their lines in front of a mirror a million times, just to get the emotion right, whatever it was, I fell for it; hook, line and sinker.
"I read your story" she said, "about how the Force kicked you out after you killed that kid, how everyone calls you mentally unstable, and how they say you are the only man who could stand up against the mobs of Dogtown."
"You're right on the first count, the second is just a matter of perspective, and as for the third, I wouldn't trust the people who told you that." I felt the need to clear her illusions about me. "What 'they' say is not completely true. Yes, I did take up a little battle against your 'loverboy', " I couldn't help but grin, "and yes I'm still alive, for the most part. But that doesn't mean I'm gonna get lucky again, and there ain't no way I'm putting my neck on the line for no damn good reason, even if the reason is a pretty dame like you."
She replied before I finished my point, "From what I heard, you dint get lucky. Aren't you the man they call Vic Sullivan? or maybe I'm looking for the man you used to be."
"That was a long time ago Miss Rivers. Times have changed, the mob owns Dogtown now, people disappear into the shadows and the body count keeps rising everyday. I don't intend to become just another statistic in the fight between the Russians and the Italians." Every word of this was true. These days everyone was included in the battle for Dogtown. You were either with a side or against it, each side either got you rich quick or dead quicker, it all depended on how good you were at killing people.
"Well I need your help Vic, and I know for a fact that you are the best man for the job. And if you need a reason, I'll give you 200 large for your help," She slapped down one of those thick brown envelopes which you just knew were filled with cash, "Thats a 100,00 , you get the rest after."
She did have a point, sure she was the Mob lord's woman, and sure she had the money in her hand, but I'd be damned if any man could say no once he looked into those beautiful brown eyes. Curse you, Mylene, I knew then, you'd be the end of me.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Symmetry.
See the world in black and white,
Only in wrong and right.
You see only war and only peace,
Only broken and one piece.
You never thought there would be,
Anything out of symmetry,
And thats where you went wrong.
Seeing only two things in life,
Nothing you see in between.
You will never see clearly,
You only want complete clarity.
Coz all you ever wanted to see,
Was life in perfect symmetry,
And thats where you went wrong.
How can you only believe,
That we die as we live.
How come you can't see all the grey,
Nothing will change if we stay.
I tried to give you warnings,
But you always ignored me.
Now for your ignorance you pay,
It goes wrong, not matter what you say.
Coz the only thing you see,
Is life in symmetry,
And thats where it all falls down.
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Now playing: Poets of the Fall - Stay
via FoxyTunes
Only in wrong and right.
You see only war and only peace,
Only broken and one piece.
You never thought there would be,
Anything out of symmetry,
And thats where you went wrong.
Seeing only two things in life,
Nothing you see in between.
You will never see clearly,
You only want complete clarity.
Coz all you ever wanted to see,
Was life in perfect symmetry,
And thats where you went wrong.
How can you only believe,
That we die as we live.
How come you can't see all the grey,
Nothing will change if we stay.
I tried to give you warnings,
But you always ignored me.
Now for your ignorance you pay,
It goes wrong, not matter what you say.
Coz the only thing you see,
Is life in symmetry,
And thats where it all falls down.
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Now playing: Poets of the Fall - Stay
via FoxyTunes
Monday, September 8, 2008
The non-conformist illusion.
The whole world sticks to its twisted and senseless ideals for reasons unknown to man. Most people will follow the system fearing to break out of it. And keeping that system in mind, those who break off from it will unknowingly fall into the same trap of a different system. People who try to bring down the system are not really destroying the concept of a closed system, they are just aiming to replace the current system with a different one. Agreed, the new system might be better than the old one, but sometime or the other each system reaches a stage of saturation and irritation where the next generation will want to bring it down.
No system can last everlong and solve all the problems. Each system has its drawbacks which become apparent over time, and once these drawbacks and flaws are out in the open, the new generation wants to break the system to be viewed as non-conformist by their peers. Thats the irony of the situation, people brand themselves as being against the system, while in reality the only thing they are doing is following a different system. Maybe "against the dominant system" is more fitting, but that still makes a person a conformist for a different ideal. Being non-conformist is just an illusion, and being truly non-conformist means being truly alone in your ideals.
No system can last everlong and solve all the problems. Each system has its drawbacks which become apparent over time, and once these drawbacks and flaws are out in the open, the new generation wants to break the system to be viewed as non-conformist by their peers. Thats the irony of the situation, people brand themselves as being against the system, while in reality the only thing they are doing is following a different system. Maybe "against the dominant system" is more fitting, but that still makes a person a conformist for a different ideal. Being non-conformist is just an illusion, and being truly non-conformist means being truly alone in your ideals.
The problem is, most people will try and break out of the system only to be viewed as non-conformist. Such individuals do not believe in the concept of a new system, they just want to break away from the current system so that people view them as "hip" or "cool". Lately I've noticed that the number of such "posers" is going up manifold. Its become a sort of affliction to want to break the system. And most of these people don't realize that they are becoming the sheep of a different herd. The only thing different is the scenery, not the freedom.
The world is ever-changing. And what was unique a few years ago becomes mainstream soon. The newer generation finds something else to call unique and that quickly becomes generic. Thats how trends go, once something becomes overly popular is becomes generic, and the next generation hates what was generic before them and they start flaming it. Within the next 5 years people will start flaming Google like they flame Microsoft right now. What will never change is the "in thing" factor. It will always be the cool thing to do, to rebel against the system. Even though it is temporary and nearly non-existent, Non-conformist is ever-cool.
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Now playing: THE DOORS - When The Music's Over
via FoxyTunes
The world is ever-changing. And what was unique a few years ago becomes mainstream soon. The newer generation finds something else to call unique and that quickly becomes generic. Thats how trends go, once something becomes overly popular is becomes generic, and the next generation hates what was generic before them and they start flaming it. Within the next 5 years people will start flaming Google like they flame Microsoft right now. What will never change is the "in thing" factor. It will always be the cool thing to do, to rebel against the system. Even though it is temporary and nearly non-existent, Non-conformist is ever-cool.
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Now playing: THE DOORS - When The Music's Over
via FoxyTunes
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Music is my life.
When I'm down for the count,
Something keeps me up.
When I feel I'm losing myself,
Music makes me stand up.
All the sound I need to hear,
In the silence of the world.
Music can hold back the fear,
Its all I need for now.
Music keeps me straight and sane,
Music drives away my pain.
Music keeps me on my feet,
Music is all I'll ever need.
Something takes me far away,
Takes me to a better place.
Music makes me travel far,
Its my life, my saving grace.
When nothing seems to go my way,
There's just one thing that I will need.
All I want is to go away,
Music is my following creed.
Music keeps me straight and sane,
Music drives away my pain.
Music keeps me on my feet,
Music is all I'll ever need.
It infuses ideas in my brain,
And strength in weak limbs.
Life seems to go on without pain,
When I am filled with music.
Music keeps me straight and sane,
Music drives away my pain.
Music keeps me on my feet,
Music is all I'll ever need.
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Now playing: Nirvana - Come As You Are
via FoxyTunes
Something keeps me up.
When I feel I'm losing myself,
Music makes me stand up.
All the sound I need to hear,
In the silence of the world.
Music can hold back the fear,
Its all I need for now.
Music keeps me straight and sane,
Music drives away my pain.
Music keeps me on my feet,
Music is all I'll ever need.
Something takes me far away,
Takes me to a better place.
Music makes me travel far,
Its my life, my saving grace.
When nothing seems to go my way,
There's just one thing that I will need.
All I want is to go away,
Music is my following creed.
Music keeps me straight and sane,
Music drives away my pain.
Music keeps me on my feet,
Music is all I'll ever need.
It infuses ideas in my brain,
And strength in weak limbs.
Life seems to go on without pain,
When I am filled with music.
Music keeps me straight and sane,
Music drives away my pain.
Music keeps me on my feet,
Music is all I'll ever need.
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Now playing: Nirvana - Come As You Are
via FoxyTunes
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