Hey kid!
Move it now.
This is not your dream
This is not your place
So move it.
Hey Kid!
Rock N' Roll?
The Partie's all over
It's time to hunt some soul
So move it.
Hey Kid!
Shapeshifting?
No time for business
It's time for blasphemy
So move it.
Hey Kid!
Acid Trip?
Hallucination's illegal
The world is a creep
So move it.
Hey Kid!
City lights?
Dark with wisdom
Shut your brains tight
So move it.
The poor kid runs
The poor kid tries
The ending nears, or should we call demise?
The little kid cries, the little kid screams
The world is not anymore a place for dreams.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Ranting about a Headache
It has been a whole day and night phase, and it's now day, again. And my head still hurts. I swear I haven't even touched a single ciggarette over the whole week, I haven't bunked lunches, not any I remember, I haven't even lied to anyone(I know, I know, I'm pathetic).
Have I watched Wall? Yes. Have I listened to Radiohead over a long stretch of time. Yes. Have I heard DSM before going to sleep? Yes. Have I done loads of homeworks in a single day? Yes. Have I started becoming politically correct? Guess so. Have I brushed? Not yet. Have I progressed a single page of Outsider? No. Have I constantly thought about writing some good materials? Yes(I know, I know). Has Baba 'again' tried to solve my problems. Yes. Am I seeing black stripes in the white ceiling? Yes.
My head is aching since yesterday, and it's not my temple, it's the back of my head which hurts. It's paining in a very strange way, like hiccups, painful hiccups. Don't know what's happening. Anyway now i've got to go and brush, and then sit down and carry on with life, with a headache. Bye for now, cheerio!
Have I watched Wall? Yes. Have I listened to Radiohead over a long stretch of time. Yes. Have I heard DSM before going to sleep? Yes. Have I done loads of homeworks in a single day? Yes. Have I started becoming politically correct? Guess so. Have I brushed? Not yet. Have I progressed a single page of Outsider? No. Have I constantly thought about writing some good materials? Yes(I know, I know). Has Baba 'again' tried to solve my problems. Yes. Am I seeing black stripes in the white ceiling? Yes.
My head is aching since yesterday, and it's not my temple, it's the back of my head which hurts. It's paining in a very strange way, like hiccups, painful hiccups. Don't know what's happening. Anyway now i've got to go and brush, and then sit down and carry on with life, with a headache. Bye for now, cheerio!
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Homeless
They said
There's no home for you here.
Go away!
There's no one for you here.
Rather baffled by the weird sensations
of isolation and consolations
Go away!
Loosing my temper over quite indications
And the confusions of my determinations
Go away!
They said
There's no home for you here.
Go away!
There's no one for you here.
All the stupid realisations
regarding a screwed up affection and a mere abdication
Go away!
And all cerebral Stagnation
attacked by an army of salvation
Go away!
They said
There's no home for you here.
Go away!
There's no one for you here.
Breaking bottles
In the Hallway
Reading novels
Talking softly
Looking stupid
That's so stupid
Just go away!
They said
There's no home for you here.
Go away!
There's no one for you here.
This song is a complete churi from the White Stripes song 'There's No home for you here'. Ami bolbo amar ei lekhata porar por keu jeno please gaanta naa shone. Churi-ta boddo beshi sposhto hoye jabe :)
There's no home for you here.
Go away!
There's no one for you here.
Rather baffled by the weird sensations
of isolation and consolations
Go away!
Loosing my temper over quite indications
And the confusions of my determinations
Go away!
They said
There's no home for you here.
Go away!
There's no one for you here.
All the stupid realisations
regarding a screwed up affection and a mere abdication
Go away!
And all cerebral Stagnation
attacked by an army of salvation
Go away!
They said
There's no home for you here.
Go away!
There's no one for you here.
Breaking bottles
In the Hallway
Reading novels
Talking softly
Looking stupid
That's so stupid
Just go away!
They said
There's no home for you here.
Go away!
There's no one for you here.
This song is a complete churi from the White Stripes song 'There's No home for you here'. Ami bolbo amar ei lekhata porar por keu jeno please gaanta naa shone. Churi-ta boddo beshi sposhto hoye jabe :)
Monday, July 19, 2010
Sleep
Sleep
Like a pillow
Like a zephyr yellow
Like a soul-covered snow
Sleep
When sonic eclipse occur
When revolutions blur
When you kiss her.
Sleep
If you cry
If you can't lie
If you are in a field of Rye
Sleep
As you face the mirror
As the faces become clear
As you understand fear
Sleep
Nothing is above you
Nothing is below you
Sleep
Sleep
Sle...
Like a pillow
Like a zephyr yellow
Like a soul-covered snow
Sleep
When sonic eclipse occur
When revolutions blur
When you kiss her.
Sleep
If you cry
If you can't lie
If you are in a field of Rye
Sleep
As you face the mirror
As the faces become clear
As you understand fear
Sleep
Nothing is above you
Nothing is below you
Sleep
Sleep
Sle...
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Inside a Soapbox
Shouting inside a soapbox
My psychopathetic head hurts
A ciggarette smothers the disturbed lull
And all it can do is sulk, sulk, sulk.
The inside, is wet, is sick, is glue,
is red, is black and blue.
But still the holes inside the brain
don't spill over with acid rain
And despite all the ragged rage
I'm still just a silly rat inside the cage.
My psychopathetic head hurts
A ciggarette smothers the disturbed lull
And all it can do is sulk, sulk, sulk.
The inside, is wet, is sick, is glue,
is red, is black and blue.
But still the holes inside the brain
don't spill over with acid rain
And despite all the ragged rage
I'm still just a silly rat inside the cage.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Neo-psychedelic Mumblings
A dark room. This is my room, temporarily. It's actually my parents' room. But since their gone, to some faraway land, leaving me, this is my room, for now. My lips are dry, my throat itches, like hell. I need some water. But I feel too weak to get up and get the bottle. My mind feels horrifically empty, like an empty water bottle. I need water, but I feel too weak. The psychedelic Floyds numb my mind. At last I have returned to Floyd, I missed you, I whisper quietly. But they can't hear me. A techno-barrier limits me from reaching out, to them. My head is spinning, or reeling, again. I think I need to throw up, but I know, nothing, nothing will come out. My head feels wobbly, as if it may roll off from my shoulders any moment now. I hit my head, hard. OK. That hurt. But my head's fixed now, it won't roll off, not anymore, maybe. Beside me lies the math book. I've got homeworks piling up like a coloumn of sins over my head. Procrastination. It can kill you. But what the hell. Mathematics can't kill me, no it can't.
I stare at the fold between my thumb, and I can see the skin moving. It's beating. My right hand is breathing. It's like a different creature all together. And it's not my pet. But even it procrastinates. 'Shine on You Crazy Diamond' has reached it's end, the part which I love the most. The strrangely uplifting music seeps onto me. And I slowly feel my temples. The skin on my temples is also moving. My head's beating, hard. I see a strange milky figure flying before me. Is it a ghost? Because if it is, I sould be scared. But it's just my school shirt, dangling a few inches above from the ground. So it's not a ghost. Great. I get up, fetch the bottle, and drink the water. At last I feel better. Now I don't feel so empty anymore. I sit up straight. And push the 'Publish Post' button. For now, I can sleep. For now, I can rest.
I stare at the fold between my thumb, and I can see the skin moving. It's beating. My right hand is breathing. It's like a different creature all together. And it's not my pet. But even it procrastinates. 'Shine on You Crazy Diamond' has reached it's end, the part which I love the most. The strrangely uplifting music seeps onto me. And I slowly feel my temples. The skin on my temples is also moving. My head's beating, hard. I see a strange milky figure flying before me. Is it a ghost? Because if it is, I sould be scared. But it's just my school shirt, dangling a few inches above from the ground. So it's not a ghost. Great. I get up, fetch the bottle, and drink the water. At last I feel better. Now I don't feel so empty anymore. I sit up straight. And push the 'Publish Post' button. For now, I can sleep. For now, I can rest.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Affection for Apathy
My head is still spinning, I can't lift up my head from the pillow, and it is tough to write a blog while resting your head on a 4 inch flat piece of cloth, so let me write this properly, and let my head spin.
Today when I entered home, I observed my face on the mirror. It looked empty. I expected questions from my parents.
'Where were you?', 'Why are you so late?' But no such queries. So I tried to look harrowed, and scared, and tired, and I tried to be noticed. But still no questions. Baba was on the phone, Maa was watching some stupid tv show where kids think they sing. I got tired of waiting for someone to notice the dramatic edge of my eyes, so I got up and changed.
Today I met up with Suchi again. Suchi, my friend is someone whom I love to hate. I meet him almost every week. Suchi, is my regular dose of apathy. He, is a kid whom I know since childhood, he is one of my closest pals. I thought that it was only because of this friendship I like to meet him again and again.
But today I understood, that's not the case. Suchi is a just another stupid kid with regular problems. But what makes him different is his complete indifference towards the problems. Suchi is a kid who is clueless about his future, just like the rest of us; some of us know, some don't know, some pretend to know, but all of us are in search of it. Suchi, on the other hand is a kid who does not know what he wants to be, what he wants to do, and he does not care. Today I understood it is this indifference towards life in general which brings me back to him.
Today, we were discussing his life span. Poor guy has a block in his heart(like he cares) so his probable living years is fifty, then he added that this fifty gets reduced to forty because of his persisting abuse of the white stick(again, like he cares), and then I added that this forty gets reduced to thirty because of his depressive brain, which will not allow him to live long. Atlast he protested, 'eto aage mere felish na'. Poor guy.
Suchi is the anecdote of me, like an alter ego. He is everything I am not, and nothing I am. I am a pretty emotional kid who has a fucked up brain, with which he is searching for a few answers for some questions, and is generally filled up to the brim with empathy. Suchi is on the other hand a cold hearted prick who has a fucked up brain, with which he is searching for some questions to answer, and is generally filled up to the brim with apathy. As I said, he is a mirror image. Since childhood I was attracted towards insurrectionists, and it is this attraction which led me to love Jesus of Suburbia, the Catcher in the rye, and Suchi. I always wanted to be the 'rebel' kid, and sadly, I always ended up being the stupid, goodboyish, philosophical idiot I am, but it was this want to be the trademark 'rebel', which made me end up with Suchi. But he is no rebel, he is just a loser kid who is completely inert to his prowesses, but wait a minute, aren't rebels meant to be just like the way Suchi is? I guess so. And so, I said it out loud on his face today, " You're a Fucking, moronic loser!'
Anyway it's one already and i feel sleepy, and my head is still spinning. So i'll go off now. But just one statutory warning for all the would-like-to-be-a-rebel-somedays, never, ever, try to be a rebel, you'll end up being the loser. Goodnight.
Today when I entered home, I observed my face on the mirror. It looked empty. I expected questions from my parents.
'Where were you?', 'Why are you so late?' But no such queries. So I tried to look harrowed, and scared, and tired, and I tried to be noticed. But still no questions. Baba was on the phone, Maa was watching some stupid tv show where kids think they sing. I got tired of waiting for someone to notice the dramatic edge of my eyes, so I got up and changed.
Today I met up with Suchi again. Suchi, my friend is someone whom I love to hate. I meet him almost every week. Suchi, is my regular dose of apathy. He, is a kid whom I know since childhood, he is one of my closest pals. I thought that it was only because of this friendship I like to meet him again and again.
But today I understood, that's not the case. Suchi is a just another stupid kid with regular problems. But what makes him different is his complete indifference towards the problems. Suchi is a kid who is clueless about his future, just like the rest of us; some of us know, some don't know, some pretend to know, but all of us are in search of it. Suchi, on the other hand is a kid who does not know what he wants to be, what he wants to do, and he does not care. Today I understood it is this indifference towards life in general which brings me back to him.
Today, we were discussing his life span. Poor guy has a block in his heart(like he cares) so his probable living years is fifty, then he added that this fifty gets reduced to forty because of his persisting abuse of the white stick(again, like he cares), and then I added that this forty gets reduced to thirty because of his depressive brain, which will not allow him to live long. Atlast he protested, 'eto aage mere felish na'. Poor guy.
Suchi is the anecdote of me, like an alter ego. He is everything I am not, and nothing I am. I am a pretty emotional kid who has a fucked up brain, with which he is searching for a few answers for some questions, and is generally filled up to the brim with empathy. Suchi is on the other hand a cold hearted prick who has a fucked up brain, with which he is searching for some questions to answer, and is generally filled up to the brim with apathy. As I said, he is a mirror image. Since childhood I was attracted towards insurrectionists, and it is this attraction which led me to love Jesus of Suburbia, the Catcher in the rye, and Suchi. I always wanted to be the 'rebel' kid, and sadly, I always ended up being the stupid, goodboyish, philosophical idiot I am, but it was this want to be the trademark 'rebel', which made me end up with Suchi. But he is no rebel, he is just a loser kid who is completely inert to his prowesses, but wait a minute, aren't rebels meant to be just like the way Suchi is? I guess so. And so, I said it out loud on his face today, " You're a Fucking, moronic loser!'
Anyway it's one already and i feel sleepy, and my head is still spinning. So i'll go off now. But just one statutory warning for all the would-like-to-be-a-rebel-somedays, never, ever, try to be a rebel, you'll end up being the loser. Goodnight.
Friday, July 2, 2010
Premonition
It's a windy night, a very windy night. Two silhouettes stand and disfigure the absolute darkness surrounding them. They are standing on the roof of a five storey building, and it’s windy. Only the outlines of the figures are noticeable. They can’t see each other’s faces, and they don’t need to. They are still kids, no i’m sorry, they are still boys. Who cares? They don’t.
Boy 1: So, how’s everything going? How do you like the new surroundings?
Boy 2: It’s good, yaa it’s really good. What about you?
Boy 1: Everything’s fine, everyone’s good, everyone’s ok. Had a fight today.
Boy 2: What? Kar sathe?
Boy 1: A stupid guy. My girl was crying over the phone, because she was scared of some stupid blood transfusion, and the stupid guy kept on bugging me, so I beat him up.
Boy 2: You’ll never change!*chuckles*
Boy 1: Why should I?
Boy 2: Yaa right. Why should you.
Silence
Boy 1: Dude do remember? Once you had said something terrifically stupid like my arrogance will lead to my downfall, or something of that sort. Do you still think that way?
Boy 2: Ofcourse I do! Etodin baade jiggesh korchhis keno?
Boy 1: Today this random guy whom I considered to be my friend, questioned my loyalty. Can you believe his fucking audacity?
Boy 2: Yaa right!*snickers*
Boy 1: Some times I just feel so fucking tired with everyhing! Everything stinks!
Boy 2: Bujhi, bujhi!
Boy 1: Kichhu bojhona shala!
Boy 2: *snaps* What the hell do you think? You think you're some big hotshot who has all the fucking problems in the world just cut-pasted into his life? Well let me tell you this, you're not the only one!
Silence
Boy 1: Dude, don't get so touchy, I was just trying to share my complaints.
Boy 2: Well, they're common complaints.
Silence
Boy 2: Dude look down, isn't the street looking nice, with all the dreamy neons showering blessings on it?
Boy 1: It would look even nicer with a deformed body lying on it, it would look so bloody poetic. *lights another cigarette*
Boy 2: Dude that's enough, you've had your share. Ar khash na.
Boy 1: Leave me you stupid asshole!
Silence
Boy 1: Jaanish, sedin mukh diye rokto beriyechhe.
Boy 2: What?!
Boy 1: Keu jaane na, kauke bolish na jeno*winks*
Silence
They listen to the song of the wind, they try hear their call, but it's just the song they hear which keeps on lingering on their senses.
Boy 1: Thanda lagchhe, niche cho.
Boy 2: Maa's going to call in 5 minutes, I better scram.
Boy 1: Wish I could too.
Boy 2: Huhn?
Boy 1: Kichhu na, chol.
And they go down, down, down the dark, spiralling stairs.
Boy 1: So, how’s everything going? How do you like the new surroundings?
Boy 2: It’s good, yaa it’s really good. What about you?
Boy 1: Everything’s fine, everyone’s good, everyone’s ok. Had a fight today.
Boy 2: What? Kar sathe?
Boy 1: A stupid guy. My girl was crying over the phone, because she was scared of some stupid blood transfusion, and the stupid guy kept on bugging me, so I beat him up.
Boy 2: You’ll never change!*chuckles*
Boy 1: Why should I?
Boy 2: Yaa right. Why should you.
Silence
Boy 1: Dude do remember? Once you had said something terrifically stupid like my arrogance will lead to my downfall, or something of that sort. Do you still think that way?
Boy 2: Ofcourse I do! Etodin baade jiggesh korchhis keno?
Boy 1: Today this random guy whom I considered to be my friend, questioned my loyalty. Can you believe his fucking audacity?
Boy 2: Yaa right!*snickers*
Boy 1: Some times I just feel so fucking tired with everyhing! Everything stinks!
Boy 2: Bujhi, bujhi!
Boy 1: Kichhu bojhona shala!
Boy 2: *snaps* What the hell do you think? You think you're some big hotshot who has all the fucking problems in the world just cut-pasted into his life? Well let me tell you this, you're not the only one!
Silence
Boy 1: Dude, don't get so touchy, I was just trying to share my complaints.
Boy 2: Well, they're common complaints.
Silence
Boy 2: Dude look down, isn't the street looking nice, with all the dreamy neons showering blessings on it?
Boy 1: It would look even nicer with a deformed body lying on it, it would look so bloody poetic. *lights another cigarette*
Boy 2: Dude that's enough, you've had your share. Ar khash na.
Boy 1: Leave me you stupid asshole!
Silence
Boy 1: Jaanish, sedin mukh diye rokto beriyechhe.
Boy 2: What?!
Boy 1: Keu jaane na, kauke bolish na jeno*winks*
Silence
They listen to the song of the wind, they try hear their call, but it's just the song they hear which keeps on lingering on their senses.
Boy 1: Thanda lagchhe, niche cho.
Boy 2: Maa's going to call in 5 minutes, I better scram.
Boy 1: Wish I could too.
Boy 2: Huhn?
Boy 1: Kichhu na, chol.
And they go down, down, down the dark, spiralling stairs.
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