Tuesday, December 12, 2006

haunted by a dream...

i had never in my life believed that i could be a songwriter...until a few days ago...my poem catcher in the rye was made into a song by us but i wrote it as a poem to which my friend shravan gave the sound of music...but a couple of days ago we were jamming and i started singing whatever came into my mind...some of it was lyrics of songs i knew sung to a different tune and some of it was made up impromptu...what lies beneath is a refined and more complete version of the impromptu parts...i call it 'dreams of pink and white'...

puff the magic dragon
and I

once went into his lair...
we chanced to talk of was and when
and also then and there...

we walked through times bygone and new
and saw their fools and kings...
this world is such a cruel place
just full of stupid things...

dreams of pink and white, and
smoke rising through the night...

puff the magic dragon and I
into the skies we soared...
we floated on the cloudy turf
and then we talked some more...

but,hark the birds of pleasure sang
in words of white and gold...
their secrets were then hidden deep
never to be retold...

dreams of pink and white, and
smoke rising through the night...

but the dream was broken
what could i do?
idiots ruled in heaven
nothing was true!
they came for me and took away
everything i wanted
i was left feeling hollow
but still i was haunted ...

pain, misery, abomination,
hunger, death, discrimination,
false prophets, prevarication,
they don't like you, extermination...


living a lie of happiness
blinded by what they feed you
you think everything is fine
get out i don't need you


puff the magic dragon and I
have looked beyond their lies
let them mock and rule today
for one day we shall rise...

dreams of pink and white, and
smoke rising through the night
dreams of pink and white, and
smoke rising through the night...

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Monday, December 04, 2006

South Park rules!!!

have been watching a lot of south park lately...it's absolutely wonderful...the show takes a very different view of the crazy world we live in through the eyes of four little kids in a "quiet, little, redneck mountain town"...and it's really insightful...perfect show for someone like me with 'catcher in the rye' syndrome...
well...found a lot of cool stuff on the net...best was the site where you can create your own south park characters called planearium...made up a lot of characters on it yesterday...those can be seen on my partner in crime's blog...
i took a go at it again today and came up with me and my girlfriend...hehehe...plz forgive me if you are reading this...here we are...

hehehe...don't we look cute?

there's a personality test on the comedy central website too which tells you which south park character you are...i gave that too and YIPPPEEEEEE!!! i'm my favorite character eric cartman!
for all of you ass-licking, ball-sucking uncle fuckers who don't know shit about south park wikipedia describes eric cartman as "an abusive, anti-Semitic, violent, campy, aggressive, greedy, corrupt, sexist, bigoted, self-centered, rude, racist, wildly insecure and extremely manipulative young sociopath"...hehehe!!!


Friday, November 10, 2006

a fresh start...

this might have been said a lot of times on my blog earlier, but it's been true all the times...it's been a long time since i posted anything...i have been a little busy...but i'll continue posting whenever i feel like it...i titled this post the way i did because i've started a new experimental blog...it's experimental because i haven't seen it done earlier...i've seen a lot of community blogs but i have yet to see a one on one blog...so i got together with Lucifer Sam ,who isn't what i'd call a blogger, to create a new space...we'll be exploring this space tegether and hopefully giving something new to blogdom...it will be a blog with two different perspectives of life...a chronicle of life as viewed through two different prisms...in conformity with my self styled moniker of infinity, he has taken on the nom de plume zero...
together we present to you the fresh start...

Infinity and Zero

hope you like what we've tried to do...

Thursday, September 07, 2006


"Imagine there's no Heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace

You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world

You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one "

-John Lennon, 'Imagine'

Saturday, August 05, 2006

the song of the nightingale...

its been a long time since my last post...but sometimes it takes a break to get the right perspective...this poem expresses my deep intolerance for organised religion in all its forms even though i've used only christian theology and mythology as its symbols...oh it's great to be back!!!

can you hear the nightingales sing

in voices full of sorrow
can you hear that song of woe
that tells of how you killed tomorrow

the angels weep as they fall from grace
and the father laughs aloud
while the son mocks them as they burn
ha! you had to be proud!

the serpent is cursed for he gave you the truth
and tried to set you free
while jokers and magic men you enthrone
'cause they lie to your face with glee

too many lies
too many cries...of pain
too little love
too little truth...remain
shackles, fetters, chains and locks
everywhere around
the only true joy of liberty
is nowhere to be found

if just once you'll heed the song
instead of the promised lies
come fly with me and the magic dragon
to a world untouched by eyes

kill the monster you created
if he isn't already dead
for though you live on in blind faith
it's all just in your head

no more kings!
no more priests!
no more lies!
no more cries!
no more tears!
no more fears!
no more hatred!
no more war!

and Freedom!

can you hear the nightingales sing
in verses sharp as arrows
can you hear this song of hope
that tells of how we'll save tomorrow...

Wednesday, May 17, 2006


WARNING: Strictly for people with a sense of humor which is not offended by jokes about certain people...or for people who want to get back for the cartoon case...

Q:What would Jesus do if someone spanked Him?
A:He would turn the other cheek.

Came up with this when i read this...might have been thought of by someone earlier but i came up with it independantly...and now...

Thank you God for giving me the brains and the freedom to lampoon your only begotten son who died for all our sins on the cross 2000 years ago...we will use the instrument of His death to commemorate Him until He comes again...Tell Him not to worry if He sees a lotta people with li'l crosses around their necks, they just love Him, they're not gonna kill Him again...after all, He is their last chance for salvation without doing anything worthwile with their lives...

Friday, April 28, 2006


just to prove how different i'm from handa and how idiotic these net tests are...

me?boy next door?a lot of people will laugh at these results...including my girlfriend...

i am...

The Boy Next Door
Random Gentle Love Dreamer (RGLDm)

Kind, yearning, playful, you are The Boy Next Door. You're looking for real Love, a lot like girls do. It might not be manly, but it's sweet.

We think the next three years will be very exciting and fruitful ones for you. Your spontaneous, creative side makes you a charming date, and we think you have a horny side just waiting to shine. Or glisten, rather. You enter new relationships unusually hopeful, and the first moments are especially glorious. If you've had some things not work out before, so what.

Your exact opposite:
The 5-Night Stand

Deliberate Brutal Sex Master
On paper, most girls would name the Boy Next Door as their ideal mate. In the real world, however, you're often passed over for more dangerous or masculine men. You're the typical "nice guy:" without just a touch of cockiness, you're doomed with girls. A shoulder to cry on? Okay, sure. But never a penis to hold.

More than any other type, Boys Next Door evolve as they get older. As we said, many find true love, but some fail miserably in the search. These tarnished few grow up to be The Men Next Door, who are creepy as hell, offering backrubs to kids and what not.


CONSIDER: The Maid of Honor, The Peach

Thursday, April 13, 2006

going away so soon?

going away so soon?
are you going away so soon?
i thought we were just getting started
don't believe its over...
god knows when we'll meet again
and share these nights of wonder...
going away so soon?
are you going away so soon?
on the wings of dreams you fly away
running after the golden deer
i pray to god that you find
what you're looking for...
but just remember this little thing
wherever you go whenever i sing
you'll feel a string
tugging at your heart...
you'll want these days to come back again
saying the grass was greener
but time has passed, this wouldn't last
so while you're at it just have a blast!
going away so soon?
are you going away so soon?

Sunday, March 12, 2006

the cruvilish kranx...

grumbling in the transquarm
the vile and cruvilish kranx
thought about the jabberwock
and made up curious pranks

the people of the wanchuk clan
were gathered for a feast
straight the scrowling monster ran
and defrocked the priest

the red king's father said to him
call your favourite knight
don't forget the tumtum tree
just remove this blight

the valiant knight went for the kill
he took his vorpal blade
he searched the wabe for the cruvilish kranx
but found him in the glade

on and on the battle raged
beside the lovely lake
but when 'twas time for tea
they sat down with a cake

thus refreshed they fought again
until the bloody finish
the knight was eaten by the kranx
with a sauce made of linnish

the kranx went on with his pranks
the king had no recourse
except to cry out loud and shout
until his voice was hoarse

grumbling in the transquarm
the vile and cruvilish kranx
thought about the jabberwock
and made up curious pranks...

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Ami udbo...gaan gaibo...

why do you despair? i have laid the world at your feet to explore and conquer...and still you say you are unhappy?
you know you made me to fly...and now that i've learnt how to fly you want to clip my wings and reduce me to walking...what use is all the land in this world if i don't have the endless sky to float in? this cage you want to put me in may be made of gold but it's a cage...
what cage do you talk of? i wish to make you a king amongst men...
i'd rather be a vagabond amongst birds...i want to fly high and wide over this world...i want to sing so that the world can listen...i know how it feels to fly across the boundless sky...i know how it feels to make even a single person happy with my song...and now you want me to give up my gifts of flight and song and live like those myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground...you consign me to a life consumed by slow decay...give me the earth if you wish to, but don't take my beloved sky away for that...
har kisi ko muqammal jahaan nahin milta, kabhi zamin to kabhi aasmaan nahin milta...
to kheench lo mere pairon tale se ye zameen...par udne do mujhe is khule aasmaan mein...

what about her? won't you accept your fate even to stay with her?
she is all i've ever desired...she is the one who has always heard me sing...she is the one who has always seen me fly...i can't imagine life without her...i am the most untainted by your world's corruption when i'm with her...
so you'll give up your unreasonable dreams of flying for her?
no...if i were to get an eternity with her in exchange of flight it would be an eternity of torment for me and for her...it is she who inspires me to fly...it is she who inspires me to sing...i couldn't bear the torment of being with her with clipped wings and muted voice...
do you realise what you wish for? you leave the trodden path to do what you like...you will have to make your own trail in the sky...you will have to fight...
i am willing to fight even against you father...i am willing to doom my soul to eternal damnation if i can fly for even a single fleeting moment...if one song of mine gives an ephemeral smile to the face of one single person, i am willing to die for the ability to sing it...you made me to fly father...you taught me to sing...let me fly...let me sing...or let me die dreaming of it...

" Yash, maan, khyati...
Na, chai na...Ami udbo, gaan gaibo..."
-From the play 'Tota Kahini' by Gautam Sengupta based on a short story by Rabindranath Tagore.

Sunday, January 29, 2006

two fests, angst and a poem...

well due to an unfortunate incident my band couldn't go to iim-c to perform...so 'catcher in the rye' might not be publicly performed for a long time to come...i did participate in the dramatics events there and won the first place in the impromptu event...but disappointingly we didn't get anything in the street play competition because the judge thought that we were too rigid and conventional in form to attract an audience in the street...my only misgiving was that the play that won was in english which is not a known language to a great number of people in the streets of india...well no use bitching now...had a great time in carpe diem though...and that is always the bottom line...enjoy...

spring fest was a big disappointment but i had the benefit of staying almost perpetually high which sort of made up for it...skinny alley was great...hullad muradabadi was better...i had a good time but this was the worst sf i've seen in my four years here...either it sucked or i've lost the excitement for it...

am currently disgusted with the kind of appreciation that mediocrity recieves all around me...shahrukh is the biggest star of india, ekta kapoor is a bigtime successful producer, emraan hashmi is the cat's pajamas currently, himesh reshammiya is giving hit after hit, more people liked euphoria and shankar mahadevan than skinny alley, people actually applauded a poem called 'bomb se uda do yaaron pakistan ko', the techno mix crappy versions of jal's aadat are more popular than the original, paheli was india's official entry for the oscars instead of hazaaron khwahishein aisi, someone actually told me that i sing very well...the list goes on and on...i'm sick of it...i'm totally sick of it...

but life still goes on...was recently inspired to write what follows...had been swirling in my head for a long time so i decided to finally give it form...

Brahmanandaam, Paramsukhdaam

dancing in ecstasy to the rhythm of life
in that frozen moment of exuberance
just you and me and the night sky
melting and flowing and becoming one
our bodies entwine, the dance continues
the dance of celebration, the dance of life
locked in embrace for all eternity
no time, no space, no thought in mind
no sound save the rhythm of silence
just you and me and the night sky
our bodies fuse in the dance of passion
you become me, i become you
just you and me and the night sky
just the rhythm and the dance
gar firdaus bar rue zamiast
hamiasto hamiasto hamiast...

Friday, January 13, 2006

carpe diem baby...

thnx for all the appreciation for my last post...to let the secret out, that poem is now lyrics to a song composed by my band...i'll be crooning 'catcher in the rye' in iim-c's cult fest carpe diem '06 along with some covers tonight...and hoping against hope that we'll make it through the prelims, again on saturday night...also doing a street play in the same fest on sunday...explains why i've been so busy ever since returning to kgp...gonna have a lotta fun over the weekend...more on carpe diem '06 later...

"here i am on the road again
there i am upon the stage
here i go being the star again
there i go, turn the page..."

carpe diem baby...