1) A heightened sense of competition.
2) A deep rooted mistrust for every pedestrian, cow, rider, driver, dog on the road/footpath/divider.
3) A fully functional horn (a scratchy drone with an itchy contact won't do... live loud or die trying)
4) An ability to memorize and effectively implement the mantra " Butt in and Cut in".
5) Brake only to avoid a life threatening collision or to let a chick (hen magalu) cross the road.
6) An ability to use creatively, kannada swear words (ask Mr. HD Deve Gowda for free tips) in order to victimize / defend.
7) A license or a lack of moral/social conscience.
8) A deep understanding of the following wise lines:
a) Rules are nothing more than conventions.
b) There are no conventions.
9) Respect for potholes.
10) Strong belief in - "There are no non-free lefts"
On a more serious note - Learn to believe that Helmets save more lifes when strategically placed on the head, than aesthetically around your wrist/handlebar/on the petrol tank.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Christmas Fog
There's a voice inside my head
It speaks of the road ahead
Of the black clouds I might see
And of the pain that I might feel
There's a needle in my brain
All thanks to Mr. Layne
It muddles the songs I hear
Down in a hole in fear.
Trembling, holding the wheel so tight,
Red lights disappear down so far...
Colour my dreams today
Paint them red, coded grey
Holy smoke up in the air
Where am I? oh where?
Hear the sound man sing
From behind a riddled sky
Hold me, hand me a spike
High up, without a hike.
There's a tune inside my ear
Dont drift in, just stay clear
Withering leaves tell me a tale
Of winters past and pale.
There's a ant inside my eye
Marching, making me cry
Blue and white, it struts around
She flies, I'm on the ground.
Trembling, holding the wheel so tight,
Red lights disappear down so far...
Colour my dreams today
Paint them red, coded grey
Holy smoke up in the air
Where am I? oh where?
Hear the sound man sing
From behind a riddled sky
Hold me, hand me a spike
High up, without a hike.
There's fog up on the terrace
A circle of friends in thought,
Silence heard and ghosts seen
In the fog on Christmas eve.
There's an angel in the air
I'm talking, I'm almost there
Her voice sounds like the breeze
Rustling in the trees............
It speaks of the road ahead
Of the black clouds I might see
And of the pain that I might feel
There's a needle in my brain
All thanks to Mr. Layne
It muddles the songs I hear
Down in a hole in fear.
Trembling, holding the wheel so tight,
Red lights disappear down so far...
Colour my dreams today
Paint them red, coded grey
Holy smoke up in the air
Where am I? oh where?
Hear the sound man sing
From behind a riddled sky
Hold me, hand me a spike
High up, without a hike.
There's a tune inside my ear
Dont drift in, just stay clear
Withering leaves tell me a tale
Of winters past and pale.
There's a ant inside my eye
Marching, making me cry
Blue and white, it struts around
She flies, I'm on the ground.
Trembling, holding the wheel so tight,
Red lights disappear down so far...
Colour my dreams today
Paint them red, coded grey
Holy smoke up in the air
Where am I? oh where?
Hear the sound man sing
From behind a riddled sky
Hold me, hand me a spike
High up, without a hike.
There's fog up on the terrace
A circle of friends in thought,
Silence heard and ghosts seen
In the fog on Christmas eve.
There's an angel in the air
I'm talking, I'm almost there
Her voice sounds like the breeze
Rustling in the trees............
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Anything that works
I wonder what'll kill us first,
Sammy's dollar or the nuclear bomb?
If the sting aint enuf' my darlin'
CO2 can get you too.
Would I be lying if I said
That the world is a beautiful place?
Would you let me rule my heart
When I'm down there on my face?
No you do not rejoice yet
I'm only as sane as you are, Now!.
Dont take away my moment from me
I've only got a few to drink to.
Life should be a
Long lazy dream
Am I asking for too much?
It's a cuppa' bitter coffee
With a lil' cream
Cappuccino!
You might be the star on the block
Or a homie tryin' to build your bricks
You might be upto no good at all
Machiavellian, doing your tricks.
Or all you ever want to do is
Light a smoke and fill your lungs
You might be the one who's cussing
But they are the ultimate thugs.
Life should be a
Long lazy dream
Am I asking for too much?
It's a cuppa' bitter coffee
With a lil' cream
Cap - Cap - Cappuccino!
Chant it, preach it
Make it your mantra
As long as I live,
Anything that works
I dont even care
Dont tell me that you do
Anything that sells
Anything that works.
Life should be a
Long lazy dream
Am I asking for too much?
It's a cuppa' bitter coffee
With a lil' cream
Cappuccino!
Sammy's dollar or the nuclear bomb?
If the sting aint enuf' my darlin'
CO2 can get you too.
Would I be lying if I said
That the world is a beautiful place?
Would you let me rule my heart
When I'm down there on my face?
No you do not rejoice yet
I'm only as sane as you are, Now!.
Dont take away my moment from me
I've only got a few to drink to.
Life should be a
Long lazy dream
Am I asking for too much?
It's a cuppa' bitter coffee
With a lil' cream
Cappuccino!
You might be the star on the block
Or a homie tryin' to build your bricks
You might be upto no good at all
Machiavellian, doing your tricks.
Or all you ever want to do is
Light a smoke and fill your lungs
You might be the one who's cussing
But they are the ultimate thugs.
Life should be a
Long lazy dream
Am I asking for too much?
It's a cuppa' bitter coffee
With a lil' cream
Cap - Cap - Cappuccino!
Chant it, preach it
Make it your mantra
As long as I live,
Anything that works
I dont even care
Dont tell me that you do
Anything that sells
Anything that works.
Life should be a
Long lazy dream
Am I asking for too much?
It's a cuppa' bitter coffee
With a lil' cream
Cappuccino!
Am I insane? Or are you?
Long ago when the great apes carried seeds of humanity, I wonder if sanity / insanity was an issue. I wonder if a bunch of apes similarly positioned in mind and body, decided to stigmatize a slightly different one among them, and labeled it insane. I sometimes think if it is possible that a slight deviation in behaviour translated to an aberration to the norms of the neanderthals (anybody who questions the existence of norms among neanderthals should look into a mirror and gaze intently at themselves until they believe otherwise) thus giving the world its first boorish lunatic; if over the 200,000 years of human evolution, a crack became a crevice, and holy water flowed to widen the divide and gave rise to the sane and insane factions among us, as we see it today.
I would have convinced myself that insanity is in fact a curse of the white sheep to the outnumbered, unconventional black ones, if not for a particular group of madmen. The ones that were born among the "sane", but defected to the other side midway through their lifetime. This I strongly believe is due to the mis-wiring / detatchment of certain neurological elements, as a result of direct or indirect impact of an action with an equal and brain smothering reaction.
All this evolution centric thinking and scientific pondering has led me to think bout one other thing. Catch 22 has enlightened me enough to know for a fact that (if not anything else), a madman knows not, about his standing among the think - alikes of the world. He does not comprehend the ways of the sane, and a friend was also quick to point out (from personal experience) that they deem that every other person in the world, is raving mad. So how on earth does someone realize the onset of insanity? What if I was insane? (I personally think it'd be pretty cool and the world would expect nothing but drivel from me) How the hell do we know if we are insane? for all I care, every madman thinks he's sane. Its pretty trippy and dangerous to think of the world as a place where people thinking and acting alike became the sane faction and and the rest were shunned as non - conformers, whackos, wierdos - insane. Coz then, even a slightly rebellious mind will be tempted to choose the less trodden path. It would then lead to the destruction of conventions for starters and an obliteration of moral rules bringing up the main course. A scoop of brilliance for desert, and we have a brand new psycho, another joins the sparsely populated city of delusion, where your contorted mind makes the rules and you follow them religiously, bereft of trifles - only the higher layers matter (the physical layer is for the communcation theorists, if u know what I mean).
I would have convinced myself that insanity is in fact a curse of the white sheep to the outnumbered, unconventional black ones, if not for a particular group of madmen. The ones that were born among the "sane", but defected to the other side midway through their lifetime. This I strongly believe is due to the mis-wiring / detatchment of certain neurological elements, as a result of direct or indirect impact of an action with an equal and brain smothering reaction.
All this evolution centric thinking and scientific pondering has led me to think bout one other thing. Catch 22 has enlightened me enough to know for a fact that (if not anything else), a madman knows not, about his standing among the think - alikes of the world. He does not comprehend the ways of the sane, and a friend was also quick to point out (from personal experience) that they deem that every other person in the world, is raving mad. So how on earth does someone realize the onset of insanity? What if I was insane? (I personally think it'd be pretty cool and the world would expect nothing but drivel from me) How the hell do we know if we are insane? for all I care, every madman thinks he's sane. Its pretty trippy and dangerous to think of the world as a place where people thinking and acting alike became the sane faction and and the rest were shunned as non - conformers, whackos, wierdos - insane. Coz then, even a slightly rebellious mind will be tempted to choose the less trodden path. It would then lead to the destruction of conventions for starters and an obliteration of moral rules bringing up the main course. A scoop of brilliance for desert, and we have a brand new psycho, another joins the sparsely populated city of delusion, where your contorted mind makes the rules and you follow them religiously, bereft of trifles - only the higher layers matter (the physical layer is for the communcation theorists, if u know what I mean).
Clinging on to the edge of reason
Trying too hard
To satisfy my soul
I'm delving into depths unknown to me.
Trying too hard
To satisfy my soul
I'm delving into depths unknown to me.
Friday, January 1, 2010
Maria
Wind blows at my face, I go to
Another place
Another time
Standing right across the street, she looks
More beautiful than ever
In the dark
Lips spread into a smile, I can hear
Words I've never spoken
pouring out
Raindrops freeze as she moves her eyes
My whole world is coming
To a stop
O Maria,
I'll be long gone fore' I tell you.
O Maria,
I'll be long gone fore' you know.
Another place
Another time
Standing right across the street, she looks
More beautiful than ever
In the dark
Lips spread into a smile, I can hear
Words I've never spoken
pouring out
Raindrops freeze as she moves her eyes
My whole world is coming
To a stop
O Maria,
I'll be long gone fore' I tell you.
O Maria,
I'll be long gone fore' you know.
Friday, December 18, 2009
Where is my shining World?
With the coming of the wave
Feet go crunching in the sand
Every time I'm hit
The misfit tends to curl inside.
Waiting for the saving grace
While I hear the madmen rave
I scream aloud to the sun
The misfit in me, curls inside again.
Your eyes do fine,
What does your mind see?
Left to yourself,
What would you be?
Its time again
To ask myself
Where is my shining world?
Breeding love and changing faith,
Killing them and wounding us
Freedom never seems to come
And the misfit tends to cry inside
Label her and call her vile
The finger's always there to point
Its ok to make her smile
But misfit still weeps inside
Your eyes do fine,
What does your mind see?
Left to yourself,
What would you be?
Its time again
To ask myself
Where is my shining world?
Call it yours, Call it mine
Make it yours, Its hardly mine
Wake them up, and preach this song
I might not be there, to sing along
Call it yours, Call it mine
Make it yours, Its hardly mine
Wake them up, and preach this song
I might not be there, to sing along
Your eyes do fine,
What does your mind see?
Left to yourself,
What would you be?
Its time again
To ask myself
Where is my shining world?
Feet go crunching in the sand
Every time I'm hit
The misfit tends to curl inside.
Waiting for the saving grace
While I hear the madmen rave
I scream aloud to the sun
The misfit in me, curls inside again.
Your eyes do fine,
What does your mind see?
Left to yourself,
What would you be?
Its time again
To ask myself
Where is my shining world?
Breeding love and changing faith,
Killing them and wounding us
Freedom never seems to come
And the misfit tends to cry inside
Label her and call her vile
The finger's always there to point
Its ok to make her smile
But misfit still weeps inside
Your eyes do fine,
What does your mind see?
Left to yourself,
What would you be?
Its time again
To ask myself
Where is my shining world?
Call it yours, Call it mine
Make it yours, Its hardly mine
Wake them up, and preach this song
I might not be there, to sing along
Call it yours, Call it mine
Make it yours, Its hardly mine
Wake them up, and preach this song
I might not be there, to sing along
Your eyes do fine,
What does your mind see?
Left to yourself,
What would you be?
Its time again
To ask myself
Where is my shining world?
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
The curse of a gift
Haunt my thoughts,
Linger around
The border of my mind
Keep me waking
All night long
Till I find my peace
Can I follow you
To the end?
Of this speeding tunnel.
Will you help me up
To the sky,
Up the green beanstalk
I dont think I can understand
Bout' how you always seem to
Surround, get the better of me
But still you make me free.
I guess I'll never escape you
Trust me I've tried
How many people do you think
Have held you to their heart and cried?
All pervading,
It surfeits
And Fills up my mind
Resounding, resonating
Inside the woods
Always conjuring a charm.
Hell bent upon
Your presence here
I have you in my life
Cradling a wish
A silent prayer
Forever, all this time.
I dont think I can understand
Bout' how you always seem to
Surround, get the better of me
And still you make me free.
I guess I'll never escape you
Trust me I've tried
How many people do you think
Have held you to their heart and cried?
Linger around
The border of my mind
Keep me waking
All night long
Till I find my peace
Can I follow you
To the end?
Of this speeding tunnel.
Will you help me up
To the sky,
Up the green beanstalk
I dont think I can understand
Bout' how you always seem to
Surround, get the better of me
But still you make me free.
I guess I'll never escape you
Trust me I've tried
How many people do you think
Have held you to their heart and cried?
All pervading,
It surfeits
And Fills up my mind
Resounding, resonating
Inside the woods
Always conjuring a charm.
Hell bent upon
Your presence here
I have you in my life
Cradling a wish
A silent prayer
Forever, all this time.
I dont think I can understand
Bout' how you always seem to
Surround, get the better of me
And still you make me free.
I guess I'll never escape you
Trust me I've tried
How many people do you think
Have held you to their heart and cried?
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