kingdom of words

monday

2011-05-30T15:59:00.004+01:00

Open up my eyes and rub out the sleep
Try to get up and get ready for the week
But I just cannot,
Help being an idiot,
So I just cover my face and go back to sleep
Hope that things would work out for me
The problem as you say,
Is that today..
Happens to be a Monday and I so hate them, lala la ... la la la

The alarm rings again and I fianlly get up
Late for the train and in the traffic I get stuck
Oh why cant it be,
the world waits for me
So I can then just take my time
And not have to worry about saving the nine
The problem as you say,
Is that today..
Happens to be a Monday and I so hate them, lala la ... la la la

Yeah I tried to grow up to face this life
Fell flat on my face and hurt my sides
Trying hard to win this race
And all I bring along is a smile on my face
Nothing that I ever do seems to add up
So whats the point in me creating a fuss?
Be my Alice and hold my hand
Take me to your wonderland
Except that it could be a Monday
The problem as you say,
Is that today..
Happens to be a Monday and I so hate them, lala la ... la la la

2011-05-30T15:55:00.002+01:00

She's sat in a chair,
Playin with her hair
Cos she cant make up her mi-nd

I-am playing my gutiar,
Acting like a star,
Hoping she can make up her mi-nd

About me - e- e- e yeah

She gets up to walk away
And turns to look at me
Maybe she's made up her mi-nd

I-am stuck in a song
Things are going wrong
For she's made up her mi-nd

About me-e-e-e yeah

2011-05-24T20:39:00.003+01:00

I wish you could open the door one more time,
I wish I could be assured one more time,
I wish we could run together to catch the train
and ride the bike in the rain, one more time.

I wish you would pick up the phone one more time,
I wish I could say 'Hey honey ' one more time,
I wish you would talk to me
and I could listen to you, one more time.

I wish I could just hold your hand one more time,
I wish we could meet at the bus stand one more time,
I wish we could press our lips
and close our eyes while we kiss, one more time.

I wish I could say sorry one more time,
I wish you could say its okay one more time,
I wish we could get back together
and walk down the road yonder, one more time.

M and me.. part 1.. surely there will be more to follow

2008-11-06T17:42:00.005Z

me: so king kong is going to hong kong? ncie :D

M (not the James Bond waali M): lol yeah very funny. no actually king kong AND I .. we are gng to hong kong :P

me: so you call your alter ego king kong? nice

M (not the James Bond waali M): no no.. i calll my brother tht :P

me: right if he's king kong then you must be godzilla

M (not the James Bond waali M): hehe yeah its ok.. cos i AM scarier than him :P

me: looks like you had nice food and some good chocolates today

M (not the James Bond waali M): hehe i JUST had chocs ! :D hehe anyways kya kar raha hai

me: kuch nahi yaar work

M (not the James Bond waali M): aah okok

me: i do get that spurt to talk every now and then so i find vulnerable targets online or offline and start off

M (not the James Bond waali M): hahah and i am one of those vulnerable targets??pfffftt ohhh there is a Ben and Jerry's ice cream fest in singapore in dec! :D yayy hahah :P

me: flash--- hungry indian girl seen hoarding loads of ben n jerry's ice cream cups :P

M (not the James Bond waali M): hehehehehee soooo trruuuue. like tubs of ice cream surrounding her and she right in the middle of it with a giant spoon :P hahaa

me: i was thinking of putting the word fat in it.. but i'll wait till i see pics

M (not the James Bond waali M): hahha hawwww how meann naa! pfffffttt

me: a spoon so stupidly giant that she cant eat anything all the ice cream melts away

M (not the James Bond waali M): LOL

me: and she is seen crying and throwing a tantrum

M (not the James Bond waali M): OMG u DO know me very well! hahhaha

me: i'm omniscient i'm god if you have forgotten

M (not the James Bond waali M): ya shuddup with tht pls :P pfft rubbish.

me: i'm going to start my own new religion for those disillusioned with theirs. i've decided that i come up with so many smart one-liners, quotes that i'm going to compile them all and put them in a book

M (not the James Bond waali M): haan haan.. for your own pleasure.. u soo shld :P

me: no look at the monetary benefits. the population of the world is about 7 billion at the moment considering that 70% of it is illiterate/ foolish/poor/ all

M (not the James Bond waali M): uhuh ur book will be a major hit among them :P

me: i still have 210 million people as prospective audience. out of these 210 million people if i assume that 10% use more brains than i do.. which is a VERY humble estimate by my standards i still get 189 million people considering half of them cant understand english i'd still get about 94 million people. if even 1 percent buy my book, which i'll price at £10 and would be a great timepass, i still stand to make £100 million pounds, of which i'll donate half to charity, in the process enticing more people to buy my book, i''ll make a profit of around £70 million what do you say???

M (not the James Bond waali M): you really do live in ur own lil world dont u?

me: not very ambitious

M (not the James Bond waali M): hey but if u can do all tht for charityy.. then good for u man! but stilll.. thts quite a dream :P haha

me: yes except that my world seems to encompass several universes similar to the one of which we are a small part

M (not the James Bond waali M): ohh sooo ummm...ur book caters to other living beings in other universes too?

me: yes such as yourself

M (not the James Bond waali M): lol. yess.. ofcourse. such as myself. yet we have the same friends and went to the same school. SO..where arer YOU from huh? :P

me: shhh dont tell anyone... you are actually on an exchange program from a school in a parallel universe

M (not the James Bond waali M): hehehee u have lost it.. like totally! hahah but yes yes.. shhh.. wont tell anyone! :P

me: look its for your security or the will smith and tommy lee jones and their stupid looking dog will hunt you down. have you ever wondered why you eat twice as much as a normal human being?? wink wink do you know i'm going to put this up on my blog?

M (not the James Bond waali M): loll!! i do not eat twice as much as a normal human being!! ARGH AND NO U ARE NOT PUTTING THIS UP ON UR BLOG!!!!!!

me: alrt i'll edit it before i put it up :D

M (not the James Bond waali M): lol.. u better edit the right bits! pffft no bharosa on you ok!

me: no bharosa on me = no samosa for you so think about it

M (not the James Bond waali M): hahahaha what rubbish naaa

M I was tempted to edit it... but resisted it.. :D Anyway.. as long as you are 6000 miles away i'm safe.. ;-)

my sexist statement for the day

2008-09-20T00:15:00.004+01:00

Okay I really should be finishing off the post about my trip to india.. but I've recently started work and as it is with me, have had some really funny incidents.. on top of the list is this one liner that i came up with today..

CAUTION: WOMEN, STOP READING NOW

Me: Whats ur plan for the evening m8? u comin for that city boy thingy? should be fun

Anon (name protected for reasons): Yeah sure lets leave at 5?

Me: Cool

Ten minutes later

Anon: Mate, i cant make it..

Me: why?

Anon: I've got to take my girlfriend out tonight..I'd completely forgotten but she just texted to remind me of it..

Me: Thats bad.. but the thing is .. though women have absolutely no brains, they possess an amazing memory..

Anon: Is that your sexist statement for the day

Me: Yeah I guess so.. :D.. I've got to make atleast one per day for us oppressed men to read and laugh about.. :D

mumbai meri jaan part 2

2008-09-05T21:24:00.001+01:00

i'd so love to write about it.. but having left it for so long.. i have actually forgotten what i did for the rest of my trip..

i'd say dont read the about me section in my profile.. this post should tell you all you need to know about me.. ;-)

here are my notes which i was going to use to write this post..

26th met b, n, night out at s's
27th ticket to k, met r, p and a.. travel during night
28th reached k, temple visits
29th pray for r-s, travel to i, met cousins,
30th reached mumbai met a m, met p j and then a. went to pp's place
31st went to vashi, bought bhavu a gift, went to khargar met grawl, shat in cross cafe,
1st cricket stuff, b, books, siddhivinayak, vyo, grawl and night out at pp's
2nd Vyo, p, n airport..
3rd.. back to bad weather, fish n chips, mary fuckin poppins... you got it.. :P

mumbai meri jaan part 1

2008-09-04T22:04:00.001+01:00

Aankhon Mein Jis Ke Koi To Khwaaab Hai
Khush hai Wahi Jo Thoda Betaaab Hai
Zindagi Mein Koi Arzooo Kijiye
Phir Dekhiye ……

Hoton Pe Jis Ke Koi To Geet Hai
Woh Haare Bhi To Us Ki Hi Jeeet Hai
Dil Mein Jo.. Geet Hai Gun Guna.. Lijiye
Phir Dekhiye……

Yaadon Mein Jis Ke Kisi Ka Naaam Hai
Sapno Ke Jaise Us Ki Har Shaaam Hai
Kisi ko.. Aaj Se Apna Dil.. Dijiye
Phir Dekhiye…

Khwab Bhun.. Yeh Zara Geet Sun.. Yeh Zara
Phool Chun.. Yeh Zara...
Phir Dekhiye

This just sums up my trip back what i call home, Mumbai. In case you are not from Mumbai or are unaware of its magic, let me tell you that for those of us who are from mumbai, this is a place which is a world in itself, in a separate dimension and no matter how much we may crib about the traffic, the population, the stinking slums, the bureaucrats from mantralaya etc., we know that take anything out of the equation and the 'equal to me' part also disappears. Mumbai lives in the us, not the other way around.

I landed on 22nd august, a friday. As soon as i could see the rough outline of the city I wanted to dive down and kiss it. I was sitting, no, occupying an entire row of the aisle seats and there was an empty window seat right next to one, where a girl was sitting and she was amused to see a grown up guy sticking his nose to the window and kissing it. Anyway, then the plane landed and I made my way to immigration which is where i got to know that I'm in india. While asking me what i was upto in the UK for the last 2 years, the immigration officer was pondering overmy student visa, which had expired in 2007. After passing that desk and walking towards the exit, which is all but a 1 minute walk, I had my passport checked 5 times by constables from the ever dependable mumbai police. The customs made sure that a zippo lighter and the extra booze and cigarettes i had with me were confiscated. I was allowed 2 litres of alcohol and 200 ciggs. I was carrying double the quantity but had the cash to pay off the duty, but apparently that is out of question with the indian authorities. So after losing stuff worth 60 pounds I got out and felt like I had somehow been teleported to a traditional North Indian wedding, complete with marquees et al. However soon as I spotted my friend, N, waving wildly towards me, I knew that it was indeed the International Arrivals section of the Chattrapati Shivaji International Airport, Mumbai.

As soon as another friend of mine, B, turned up with her car and we were all set to go, riffs started playing in my head, photos of days gone by flashed in front of my eyes! I was absolutely loving it! The stray dogs, the flies flying over open gutters, mini traffic jams where no one was ready to give the other any space... everything!! I WAS BACK !!!!!!!!

My friends took me to a very conspicuous little joint near Lilavati hospital, which served delicious paneer rolls and brilliant fruit juices. After eating one and half rolls, rehydrating myself with 2 glasses of nimbu paani with mint leaves in it and smoking the best cigarette in the world (Classic Milds), I got moving again. My house had been locked for 2 years and the keys were with one of our acquaintances, so I went over to their place to pick up the keys. After dropping my luggage, I went to my house. As soon as I entered my colony, I was greeted with the ever smiling face of my north indian watchman, Pandeyji. "Bhaiyyaji, do saal se diwali nahi diya hai", was the first sentence that came out of his mouth, which is normally hidden beneath his enormous moustache. After reasoning out with him that I could not give him "diwali" because of the small fact that I was NOT living there for two years, I finally opened the lock and entered my house. The whole place was in a mess, rain water had sneaked in and the floor was thus blackened. The house was moist and there was that fungal stench that you get on the beaches during low tides. Anyway, I went upstairs to my room and reached for the one thing I have longed for more than anything else in the last two years, my acoustic guitar!! I tuned it in no time (yeah, a lot changed in the two years that passed, for one, I've become a good guitarist) and was ready to rock the town!

My college friends were supposed to meet up for a regular daaru party and none had a clue that I was in town, except one, P. We decided to meet in front of Nerul station. I went there with my guitar and waited for him for about two hours, during which time I received a lot of curious looks which all seemingly asked the same question.. "Saala, can he even play that thing?? Ya phir item kaatne ke liye taang ke ghoom raha hai?" Soon my friend turned up, at about 5:30 pm and informed me that the gang is going to unite at about 11:30 pm!! So for six hours, I belted out songs one after the other while P, who is musically illiterate and completly oblivious of the fact that such a brilliant guitarist was sitting in front of him, went on and on about a wide array of issues. We discussed life in London compared to that in Mumbai with Wonderwall playing in the background and the communal issues of India when I was playing Jimi Hendrix's Purple Haze! So after six hours, I had learnt that Jesus had lived and died in India, that Islam is actually a way of living, not a religion, that SAP is the best thing that ever happened to the software engineering world.. and no, he still was the same, musically illiterate!!! grrrrrr...

At 11:30 another of my friends, J, showed up and that was it for me!! I could'nt tolerate another 6 hours of nonstop nonsense and decided to make a move to the chindi bar, thats what we call the place, where we get cheap booze all night!!! We got there and 15 mins later the gang showed up and the drinking session started with tales of adventures and misadventures we all had had in the last two years coming out one after another.. Soon I realised that two of my friends, who were quite close to each other, had actually fallen out and had never met for drinks since! There is a special thing about completing your engineering from Mumbai University. You get pissed off easily soon as you get drunk. Most mass brawls erupt as a result of someone's binge drinking. Anyway, the guys were eloquently describing each other's activities with colourful adjectives like Madar chod, bhen chod, laudu, gandiya etc etc.. Soon the fists started flying and the rest of us had a hard time separating them. The party dispersed after that and we went to another friend's place to camp there for the night. I was shit tired and emotionally down to see my friends fighting with each other and just dozed off.

I woke up the next day, 23rd, with people asking me what my plans were and suddenly realised that in all my excitement, I had forgot to plan my trip, so basically I had the time and knew the tasks but didnt know what to do when!! One thing that I knew for sure was that I needed time and enlightened company to sort myself out. I called upon my school friends, all of whom are as intellectual as I'm, and we did what any other intellectual in such a situation would do, drink alcohol. At the end of the 2 hour session, during which so many anecdotes were shared (none of which are coming out here, bros before hoes :-D) and we made plans to make sure jc eloped with his significant other, I was singing loudly, terminator was sitting on a chair and was being looked after the hotel's guard, jc (most sober of all of us) was sitting and verifying the numbers on the bill, and mr writer was puking on the pavement. I cant quite say if he was sat on the pavement or was lying on it, but I have a graphic memory and somehow whenever I recall that incident, I picture him lying on the pavement puking! So there you go mate, you can add that too to your long list of drunken adventures!! We drove home after that and dropped jc home in between (which somehow I forgot). Terminator and I were not sleepy and after talking to writer's mum for 30 minutes I was pretty sober too, so we decided to watch The Transformers. Writer meanwhile caught on some sleep and was snoring heavily. At one point of time I thought that Optimus Prime had a *khurrrrrrrrr* in his name, till terminator pointed out the original source of the khurr..

Writer woke up when the movie finished and then us three sat discussing various weird topics and then suddenly I remembered that jc had come drinking with us and wondered of his where abouts! Anyway, the conversation drifted towards relationships and terminator mentioned of his dilemma which drained every bit of alcohol out of my and writer's brains. I'd like to write it here, but then its a bit too pyschotic and explicit to be written anywhere!!

Thats how 23rd August ended!

24th began in the most typical MU Engg fashion, we (me, writer and terminator) didnt sleep at all. Or perhaps we slept for about 2 hours. Then we had hot awesome aloo paranthas made by writer's mum, which was followed by a trip up the parsik hill to the spot just above the income tax colony, where we have hung numerous times before! It felt awesome to stand there again, in falling rain, smoking a cigarette, after a HEAVY breakfast. Oh all the while I forgot to mention that terminator had just had a laser surgery, to get rid of his glasses and was wearing kick ass black sunglasses to cover his eyes, hence the name, terminator. Anyway, we dropped him home, went to my aunt's place, picked up my luggage and came back. We got ready and stepped out to meet a friend of mine whom I hadnt seen since I was in the 8th standard, Grawl. Grawl has this very innocent looking face and on the interior is a real maniac, atleast he used to be. We picked up grawl and went bowling where I could have even won playing left handed, with eyes blindfolded and my right hand tied behind my back. As we were sitting for drinks after the bowling session, writer and me were pondering over the "fucking chinki gymnasts, havent they got any bones in their bodies??", when after sitting quietly for most of the time, grawl finally decided to butt in, "whatever dude, but the toughest of them all is that rope with rings suspended from it. Balancing on that is hard because there are three degrees of freedom which you need to take into consideration." Yeah, me and writer also had the same thought, WHAT THE FUCK!

Then we went for this new movie, Mumbai Meri Jaan. It was about the 11 July 2006 bomb blasts and how it had changed so many lives forever. It brought back so many memories of that day and how I had missed one of the trains just because I wanted to smoke a cigarette with a friend. Mumbai's courage was under fire and it came out on top. People were again travelling by trains the very next day. I still dont know if they were being brave or were just too scared of losing their livelihoods.

The morning of 25th august was brilliant. I went to the bank to submit a demand draft and was promptly told in marathi by the man sitting behind the cash counter that my account had become dormant because of inactivity for the last 2 years!! It sounded like it wasnt a bank account but a fucking volcano, which is supposed to erupt money every now and then! I got out of bank and went to Bandra, to meet another of my 3rd standard classmates, V. She comes across as an obnoxious, loud female, who seriously has had some cerebral damage which was never rectified. V thinks that talking is her birth right and she must exercise to its full extent, making sure that you know her views on almost any topic possible! For the first time in my life, I found it hard to say anything in front of someone and those who know me will tell you that THAT, IS SOMETHING!!! V also has this major hearing issue and she misses out on half of the things you speak. Unfortunately, I too was having some trouble understanding what people say, espcially at the pace at which V talks. She works in the TV industry and I asked her about her latest TV show.
V- "Aanthva Vachan"
S- "Aanthva Baccha?? Is it something about lord Krishna??"
V- "Huh??"
S- "What???"
V & S- "Fuck that"

After having 3-4 hours of short conversations, all of which ended on a similar note, we decided to go for a movie, Bachna Ae Haseeno. Soon we met up another of our classmate, N, a very unassuming character whom I frankly couldnt recall at first and then I remembered, she was the only female who ever come over to my place to take some notes off me. We met two more of V's friends, who both agreed with me over V's mental state. Any questions left in my head about the same were dismissed soon as the movie started. V sang and danced on EVERY SONG of the movie, laughed at the jokes so hard that the couple sitting in front of her got scared. After enduring Ranbir Kapoor and V for 3 hours, we got out and quickly stepped in to this pub called the Red Box for a couple of drinks. V had called another friend of hers, who was a model for TV and print ads. She was sitting nicely smiling at me when I suddenly yelled, "You are the same female who cleaned a WC with Lizol wearing a doctor's apron!!" That was to sum it up, the end of conversation between me and her, apart from some notes we shared on Caesar's salad. At this point, the quiet N ordered for two tequila shots and saved me from embarassing myself anymore. We all left after the drinks to our respective places and I decided to drop anyone who was game enough to travel in the same rickshaw as me. N came along and I dropped her, but not before we sat on the pavement in front of her building, surrounded by stray dogs and half asleep watchmen, discussing her relationships. It was, as they say, picture perfect.

you can get me down on my knees you silly girl

2008-07-16T12:55:00.000+01:00

i'm tired and i'm sick...
i need some sleep but i just cant stick..
to my bed and close my eyes..
while people walk by and i
can see their smiles falling down on me...

i'm slow and i'm fast..
looking for nothing more than a fresh wind blast..
i'm all hungover you and sipping on some morning dew,
the world goes round and round and we
are gonna sail this sea...

oh no i cannot swim
but my soul wont drown in this bad bad world
oh yea you got me in
but you cant get me down on my knees you silly girl.....

i'm wrong but i'm right
i swing to your rhythm which i just cant fight,
i'm tryin to chase that bright blue light..
while your hand takes mine and you..
lead me to hell..

i'm here and i'm there..
but i just think that i'm no where..
i'm just one lost soul drowning in a fish bowl
and you just tell me to hang on while you..
ring the bell......

oh no i cannot swim
but my soul wont drown in this bad bad world
oh yea you got me in
but you cant get me down on my knees you silly girl.....
oh no i cant complain
cos i took my second chance once again..
oh yea you can get me down
you can get me down on my knees you silly girl...

A Strange Thought

2008-04-02T17:35:00.000+01:00

I have an electric guitar and I dont really need my acoustic guitar anymore.. but I have the fondest of my memories with the acoustic.. do you think thats a consolation enough for the acoustic?? Especially given its grief that its position in my life has been taken up by something else??

:)

in the back of my mind

2008-03-24T01:51:00.000Z

i dont know where i'm going now...
i cant see where i'm looking now...
cos i cant think of anything else..
when you turn around and walk on..

but maybe tomorrow i'll see
a new today and i'll flee
from all thats left behind
because its all in the mind

wanna swim in the open sea
wanna take my time for me
wish to breathe and break free

and maybe tomorrow i'll see
a new today and i'll flee
from all thats left behind
because its all in the mind

Magic Rain

2007-11-27T14:06:00.000Z

you are my rainbow sky,
my sun shining brightest,
caressing me when i fly,
you are my gentle windy gust,

of the symphony of my life,
you are the sweetest refrain,

binding me with the spells most naive,
you are my cloud of magic rain..

and why you cant see,
when i look at you looking at me,
and why you cant feel,
anything while i'm in a world unreal..

Happy Birthday to meeeeee.....

2007-08-21T00:26:00.000+01:00

So... I'm an year older... another 365 days full of indescribable stuff.. I woke up hoping, as is the my self made custom, that amazingly hot chicks would be singing me happy birthday, but sadly nothing of that sort happened. No problemo, if not this year, maybe next.. hehehe, hope floats albeit mostly in a gutter...

A really dull day, and some really thakale friends made sure that my birthday looked like a mass funereal procession.. lady love was dressed up impeccably as usual and was the lone bright spot in the otherwise gloomy day.. came back home and hogged on the delicious food prepared by my favourite person in the entire universe.. MUM.. dii was rather dispassionate as usual and dad was subdued... guess only two great ladies were interested in today..

23 is my favourite no. and brings me luck as well... i cant begin to count how often it comes in.. to my bike's registration no. to the length of my love's entire name.. bugger is almost everywhere.. and as i had expected last year, year no 23 of my life was one of the best as well.. barring the receding hairline, its been great, distinction in all my PG subjects, a lovely CherryBurst coloured Les Paul Electric Guitar and some other stuff as well.

23 years.. i cant believe yet that i have existed for that long.. consequences must have been disastrous.. but coming to the point, I havent done anything significant yet.. thats because beating the three day record isnt thought of as significant by others.. anyways.. i made two resolutions for myself...

1. i'll stand up to all my fears and face them and not let them drive me around
2. try and be myself

I'll follow this up with another yearly note to myself next year.... if i live this one out that is.. ;-)..

Someone falls to pieces...
Sleeping all alone...
Someone kills the pain...
Spinning in the silence...
She finally drifts away...
Someone gets excited...
In a chapel yard...
And catches a bouquet...
Another lays a dozen...
White roses on a grave...
And to be yourself is all that you can do.....

Special Message for the special ones: "If you think that you make a big difference in my life, dont be so sure of it until I come and tell you that, and if you still think the same... UP YOURS... >:)"

Special Message for the non special ones: " BEWARE , ZE LAD IS 23... ;-)"

I wish you were here

2007-08-15T01:43:00.000+01:00

You say so much in so few words..
Smile and walk me through my worst fear..
And like always when your thought comes..
I..............................I wish you were here...

I close my eyes and I regret...
Why cant I rollback the years...
And like always in that moment...
I..............................I wish you were here...

Every night I feel it'll be alright...
When in front of me you appear...
And like always when you vanish out of sight..
I..............................I wish you were here...

You

2007-07-07T01:24:00.000+01:00

And a star broke and flew..
And i caught it on view...
And it told me what to do..
And i said that i love you..
Only you...

But you dont want to know..
That the feelings i show..
Come not from heart but my soul..
And thats how i make my last bow..
To you.....

I thought it wasnt me..
But i think i gotta be...
I oughta tell you how i feel...
For you......

Stolen Years

2007-05-17T06:28:00.000+01:00

She looks at people,
from the corners of her eyes ,
Scared to return their piercing stare,
All her words are,
Punctuated by her sighs,
Afraid of saying something unaware,

But deep inside she knows what she is,
All she wants is to rollback her years,

Smiling to hide a thousand tears,
Flying with her unspoken fears,
Guess all she wants is to be,
There and not here,
She begs from her today,
Her stolen years,

Oasis And Me

2007-05-09T02:08:00.000+01:00

I had this strange dream.. I met my favourite band, Oasis.. and as usual.. Noel Gallagher did all the talking.. Liam Gallagher was grunting and drinking and lamenting the absence of spliffs or crack.. and there was a bassy and a drummer as well.. but who cares abt them anyways.. Oasis has always been all about the Gallaghers and their antics.. anyways.. the conversation went something like this..

NG- Noel Gallagher

LG- Liam Gallagher

M- ME... hehehe

(PS- i did try really hard to capture the manchester accent.. ;-))

M- yo geezers.. ssp!!!

LG- *grunt*

NG- ooii maite.. Oow ye doin aye?

M- good.. you tell me.. when's your new album comin out.. i'm waiting for it..

NG- Liam!!! thaa ain coke ye cunt ! its table sal.. doun sniffi ... Sorrey.. the new aalbum.. yeea.. aa guess we'd be don withi by August...

M- thats cool.. you want a pint?

LG- *grunt*

(I get three pints of beer... without a warning Liam jumps and downs one... settles down with the second.. third goes to Noel..)

M- so Noel.. i heard you gonna be a dad soon aye??

NG- yeea maite.. thas wha my missus told me.. i doun reeally know when it happened.. but feels good.. wait a sec tho.. Liam.. where the fuck were you six months back??

LG- (finally speaks!! RELIEF!!) I wasnt sleeping with her you fucker.. i was doing my songbird..

*grunt*

NG- ahh.. must be me then .. hahaha.. these days you really dont know who's doing whom.. anyways.. i'm really waiting for the child cos my missus is beautiful and i'm a genius..

LG- Genius? haaaaaaaaahahahahaa... my dick can strum the guitar better and my shit smells better than your lyrics..

NG- WHAT?

M- (trying to diffuse the situation) Ohh he is still high from the last joint i guess... dont mind him!

NG- yeah well whatever.. so what are we doing here anyways maite??

M- er.. its my dream and you guys are my favs and thats why you are here...

NG- ahhh .. its fuckin cool aye.. innit Liam??

LG- *nods* lets sing him something.. Maybeeeee... I daauunt reeellly wanna nooooooooo.. How your gaaardeeeennnnn grooooooooooooowwwwss... cause I just waaaanna plaaaaaaayyyyyy...

NG- fucking aye.. you sound like shit.. stop it..!!!

LG- why dont you sing it in ur sissy voice... makes me feel like puking right up your nose..

(heavy swearing follows... stuff that cant be mentioned here comes out... now i know who is more gross than me.. Liam throws the empty beer bottle at Noel.. he dodges.. picks his guitar to hit Liam)

M- oyeee you fellas should stop that shit.. you aint performing for the public... so cut the crap and just sing the songs...

NG- lad's got a point Liam... no public.. no publicity.. innit?

LG- *grunt* whatever..

(And then they belted all my favourite songs.. one after the other.. and it was awesome... the drummer had some cocaine.. and Liam put it on the floor as he couldnt find any other place to do it.. it was funny to see him sniff it off the floor and sing at the same time.. Noel tried to kick him so that he'd start singing again.. but some time later i saw both of them sniffing it off the floor.. when i couldnt see it anymore.. and after Noel pleaded..(he obviously couldnt play the guitar sniffing coke off the ground) i decided to stop it for them...)

NG-Cheers maite... i owe you one!!

M- oh you can give it to me now.. just look at the stuff i wrote.. i want to compose tunes for 'em.. got two or three in mind ..jus check 'em out aye?

NG- sure!!

(I make him go through my blog.. Liam pukes.. Noel is buzzed..)

NG- Maite.. what do you trip on when you write that??

M- what??

NG- do you do cocaine?

M- hell fuck no!!

NG- do you smoke up??

M- No way mate!!

NG- Ow .. Oow the feeccccccckkk do ye come up with thaa??

M-(rather sheepishly) er.. I listen to Oasis when i write..

(And then Liam got up, grabbed the mike and ran straight at me... not far behind was Noel.. with his electric gibson..and no he wasnt in a mood to hear me play the songs.. and surprisingly the bassy and the drummer were running after me... expectedly the dream got over...)

But something strange.. i still cant explain my mum abt some white stuff on the floor.. sniffing which the Ants got high... well.. as NG says..

you can wait for the right time...

to spend your days in the sunshine..

you might as well do the white line..

cos when it comes on top..

you gotta make it happen...

Guess ants werent on his mind when he wrote that... !!!

PS: I LOVE OASIS to the core!!! AND i dont do any drugs.. except Oasis.. ;-)

Call Me When You're Home

2007-05-03T22:14:00.000+01:00

Dont ask me for I dont know why...
But in my life if once we can fly...
I'll have no regrets when I die...
For never may cross again your path and mine...

So just as long..
nothing's wrong..
Call me when you're home..
And no i cant, cant stay alone...
Dont see me but talk on the phone...
No matter where-ever you roam...
Just call me once when you're home...

All logic is defied by this feeling new..
That I've been feeling for you..
I know this haste is beyond all reason...
But life rarely ever saw another season..

So just as long..
nothing's wrong..
Call me when you're home..
And no i cant, cant stay alone...
Dont see me but talk on the phone...
No matter where-ever you roam...
Just call me once when you're home...

Drop Dead Gorgeous

2007-04-26T14:18:00.001+01:00

Stepping off the train every morning..
I'm simply somewhere else..
Buzzing in my head is that warning..
That all of it still maybe false..

But its true though its too good to be..
That I see you in the Nine Twenty Three..

And no I just dont wanna help it..
Dont wanna forget you for a bit..
Roaming around everywhere clueless..
Looking for you o' drop dead gorgeous..

The days have never passed so fast..
Or maybe I'm running through them..
And I can almost see it flying past..
Reflecting on me all my life's mayhem..

But it all disappears leaving me in a fix..
When you smile at me in the Five past Six..

And no I just dont wanna help it..
Dont wanna forget you for a bit..
Roaming around everywhere clueless..
Looking for you o' drop dead gorgeous..

OutLaw

2007-04-24T01:57:00.000+01:00

Listen to me and my phrase,
Kill the treble and cut that bass,
Else you wont hear my song.

Of all my colours that were faint,
You always had your complaints,
I aint gonna stick arnd for long.

One life to live, had things to see,
Brought to the book for being me,
Judge me,
With a closed mind and a dropped jaw,
For I'm the odd one out, the one outlaw.
Kiss me,
Try hard but there remains hate raw,
For I'm the odd one out, the one outlaw.

And I'm blamed for your today,
Its all my fault you say,
Ever cared to look at life from my side?

Somethings tend to remain,
In my memory as pain,
And it is kinda tough for me to hide.

One life to live, had things to see,
Brought to the book for being me,
Judge me,
With a closed mind and a dropped jaw,
For I'm the odd one out, the one outlaw.
Kiss me,
Try hard but there remains hate raw,
For I'm the odd one out, the one outlaw..

The Chronicles of The Fucking Woodpecker - 2

2007-04-22T07:30:00.000+01:00

I showed it UP YOURS when it turned up today morning....it took notice of the fact that someone was standing in the window and then looked upwards, apparently thinking i was pointing to something up there...and then started pecking away... then i had to point my index finger at it... get its attention and then tell it UP YOURS again.... finally and thankfully fucker got the message and flew away...and now i'm mulling over it...Was I torturing the woodpecker or was it the other way round???????? like a frnd says... GAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!

The Chronicles of The Fucking Woodpecker - 1

2007-04-21T21:52:00.000+01:00

No.. am not stoned or drunk...and neither are you (hopefully)...you read the title right...its about a fucking woodpecker. Bugger turns up every morning to tak-tak-tak-tak-tak the hell out of me... the irritating sound it creates would make a cross between himesh reshammiya and marilyn manson seem innocuous...anyways i guess i oughta give you a better insight into the trauma i suffer every morning..

My bedroom is on the second floor of my house... and right opposite to my window is a tall tree of beautiful magnolia flowers... its spring time and the flowers are in full bloom, a great sight to look at the first thing in the morning... but my nocturnal instincts are stronger and i normally dont sleep before 4.30-5.00 am.. and just when my sleep is at its peak....it starts...tak-tak-tak-tak-tak-tak-tak-tak-tak....

I moved here during the winters... and there was absolutely no scope to practise ornithology...but with the dawn of spring..the birds started flocking arnd in large groups...but its this one that stands out...the fucking woodpecker... there must be about 25 large trees in the same area... some larger than the one thats right next to my window.. but for some strange reason.. the fucker likes only this one. I guess its some weird perverse sadistic motive that the pecker choose this particular tree...doesnt even go elsewhere...and of all the possible spots on this 20 feet tall tree chose one that is bang next to my window..

The trauma has been so tremedous that after one drinking binge with mates..when i got back home...i couldnt sleep with the window open...fearing that the wood pecker would come in and sit and peck on my head instead!! Tired of all this i finally decided to defend my territory ... but then, there wasnt any offensive move from its side that was purely physical in natureand hence, i decided that i must retaliate in the same way...but then HOW THE FUCK DO YOU MENTALLY TORTURE A WOODPECKER?????????? any answers???

Distress Call

2007-04-17T03:00:00.000+01:00

Of all the things you have got to say,
There is always someone finding a way,
From half the world away,
You cant get the thoughts to sway,

And after all you cant complain,
Cos you took your last chance once again,
Sitting on the edge of the blade,
Thinking of what your dreams are made,
The faces and figures slowly fade,
Leaving behind a trail of ruby and jade,

The night suddenly seems so long,
No idea what is it that went wrong,
Skies are void of all the birds,
And so is your mind of all the words,

What looks like a really tough time,
Is a bit of rain a bit of sunshine,
You wont have it on you forever,
Cos when it was now or never,
To check you and your freefall,
God sent me to answer your distress call...

Stranger

2007-04-14T21:22:00.000+01:00

Seems like life's playing a funny li'l game,
Cos I dont even know your name.
And still you know that i'm lost,
Shivering in the sun, sweating in the frost.

And no its not love,
I aint a stupid dove,
Diving for you,
Yeah but its true,
That flipping through these pages,
My feeling for you is getting stranger,
Feels like you have known me for ages,
But to me you are still a stranger.

Just got one life to live, one tale to tell,
Cant wait for you to ring my doorbell,
Talk to me, through the dark and the light,
Of tomorrow, today, yesterday and tonight,

How can you hear me say,
From that far away,
Doves dont dive,
For double talk and jive.
Coming out on top, going down in style,
This whole game is becoming stranger,
Feels like you found a friend for life,
But for me you are still a stranger.

MayBe

2007-04-09T22:44:00.000+01:00

Maybe so many things I wished were true...
Maybe I didnt see that the water is really blue...
Maybe I wont be living this life through...
Maybe it holds nothing for me without you..

Maybe the birds didnt spread the wings to fly...
Maybe the thoughts never really did die...
Maybe I never gave us a try...
Maybe we never really said goodbye....

Maybe this is the start of me not my end...
Maybe I'm an exception just not a trend...
Maybe I'm not a god but a fiend...
Maybe all I need is a friend...

Right words to say

2007-03-26T03:03:00.000+01:00

Seasons have come and gone,
You're still talking on the phone,
Walking through the rain,
Trying hard to hide that pain,
That I gave you first,
For I was just,

Not in my senses and I,
Have lost my way,
Through my life trying,
To live on while you pray.
For me in the dark and slow night,
And on the fast and hard day,
But somehow I just cant find,
The right words to say.

The Train of My Thoughts

2007-03-25T03:48:00.000+01:00

"Look out of the window, keep staring till you lose the train of thought. You finally see your reflection in the window and in all probability your lips will break into a smile because you realise how you have been looking all these days and how you thought you actually were".

Yeah this doesnt have any relation whatsoever with what i intend to write, but its tough for me to delete such things. Just like memories. They linger on just like the teasing scent of the roses that mum just threw out of the window. I think of it and I see a vase full of bright-coloured yellow roses and when I open my eyes, they are gone. And just like the roses, there are people in life who you instantly see when you close your eyes, but are gone when you come back to reality.

I dont know if its the rough cold weather outside or the fog of my memories inside thats having the effect on me, but it is for sure taking me on a trip down the memory lane. I miss so many people in my life, around whom I thought my life was built. But I've grown up *smirks*, learnt to stand on my own, and like all those who stand on their own, am pretty much alone as well. And confused too. Where is my home? People say home is where heart is. Where is my heart? Do I have one? Do I love anyone? I dont think so, and as people have been pointing out of late, I surely dont love anyone, dont have time for anyone, not for myself as well. not enough to even look into that mirror, to lose my train of thought once again. Not enough time to give life another shot. Maybe..on second thoughts..fuck that..Listen to the whistle, my train has come. the train of my thoughts, to take me someplace where maybe I can know what is it that I really want...

Live with me

2007-03-11T19:46:00.000Z

I saw myself always on the run,
Looking for a safe place under the sun,

And just when a dead end ,
Was right in my sight,
You saw through me,
And came into my life,

And I,
Wanna fly up in the sky,
Wanna really get so high
So will you fly with me.

And I,
Wanna live dont wanna die,
Dont ask cos I dont know why,
So will you live with me.

When I was lost you came & held my hand,
Got me to get up & made me able to stand,

And now that you are sad,
And feeling so low,
I'm not gonna leave you,
Alone and go,

And you,
Should fly up in the sky,
Should really get so high
And I will fly with you.

And you,
Should live and just dont die,
Shouldn't just sit and start to cry
Cos I'll live with you.....

Cos you've been with me
So i'll be with youuuuuuuuuuuuu.....

Definitely Maybe

2007-02-20T06:52:00.000Z

I'm in this world with,
A world inside me,
Nothing do i hide,
Everything's there to see

I am not someone I cannot be,
All it takes is a look in my eyes,
But no one puts an effort and i,
Just dont take any lies.

So definitely maybe
Somewhere someday
Someone will find me
And say i'm okay
I guess it'll take some time for them
To make sense out of my mayhem
I cant see the lock but i got the key
So till you find me i'll drink some whiskey
I know it sounds a little risky but,
I will live, definitely maybe........

Your life just stopped by to say hello

2007-01-20T20:40:00.000Z

There are days, when you dont know
The feelings that are right to show
There are nights, when you're alone
Trying to live your life on your own

But there're no kings or queens
Do you know what life means
So dont feel sad and dont be low
Look arnd
Your life just stopped by to say hello

A few more words

2006-11-12T23:15:00.000Z

Lost in the transition between myself and me
I tried to find the right chords
All i could hear was the silent symphony of life
And a few more words.

Looking into my eyes and behind them
I searched everywhere, amongst many worlds
But all i saw were the tears of despair and pain
And a few more words.

In days of joys and nights of sorrows
Trying to speak to my demons and lords
But all i could say was that i'm me
And a few more words.

me..

2006-11-11T22:00:00.000Z

I'm me. isnt it a great way to start thinking? instead of asking who am I...which anyways according to me a 100 million people all over the world would be asking themselves..i prefer to start with the answer... my identity has always been a mystery..not for others but for me... people around me know me as a cheerful, outgoing guy with crazy traits...now before you think that i'm going to be another one of those sick "i'm happy on the exterior but sad inside" let me tell you i for sure am not.. but i'm not sure about what i really am either.

I never knew what i wanted from my life...so i chose to live it for others around me..live for them..help them out..be there for them..but still i get branded as a selfish person kinda hurts but i stopped caring abt it....

I prefer the mask of anonymity that the keyboard provides me, to the distinct identity my pen would put on display everytime i use it. Its just so much better to be anonymous..but in my case i anyways am anonymous.. :) there are so many things about me which people around me have no clue about.. i thought i'd write a little about me just for those who'd take some time out to read what i'd write later.. in some hope that anyone of them would be able to answer my question...who am I?