The Silent night speaks again,
Through the black holes in her eyes.
Questions and Answers
Are exchanged.
Mary Jane she reminisced,
Used to be her friend
Now the fumes of hope have all been
Put away.
She let go of all the strings
And walked into the sunset with the breeze
But she's seen all the time, wandering
Singing songs of pain.
He lies down on his countenance
Ashamed to see the eye.
The faces of his friends are still
Awake.
He sees the blood still dripping down
From the wounds he helped make.
The knife sticks from the backs of those
Betrayed.
The stares he felt were colder than the ice
He shriveled up and curled into a cave
But he's seen all the time, suffering
Singing songs of pain.
Tonight the ghosts of penitence are prowling
Tonight they stand for all to see
But they're here all the time, preaching
singing songs of pain.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Monday, February 1, 2010
No Excuses - Alice In Chains
I usually put up only the posts that I write, but this one is a gem. A really well written song, and the execution is up there with the greats. In all its simplicity, strength, completeness and melody - AIC, ladies and gentlemen.
It's alright
There comes a time
Got no patience
To search for peace of mind
Laying' low
Want to take it slow
No more hiding
Or disguising truths I've sold
Everyday
Something hits me all so cold
Find me sittin' by myself
No excuses that I know
It's okay
Had a bad day
Hands are bruised from
Breaking rocks all day
Drained and blue
I bleed for you
You think it's funny
Well you're drowning in it too
Everyday
Something hits me all so cold
Find me sittin' by myself
No excuses that I know
Yeah, it's fine
We'll walk down the line
Leave our rain
A cold trade for warm sunshine
You're my friend
I will defend
And if we change
Well I love you anyway
Everyday
Something hits me all so cold
Find me sittin' by myself
No excuses that I know
It's alright
There comes a time
Got no patience
To search for peace of mind
Laying' low
Want to take it slow
No more hiding
Or disguising truths I've sold
Everyday
Something hits me all so cold
Find me sittin' by myself
No excuses that I know
It's okay
Had a bad day
Hands are bruised from
Breaking rocks all day
Drained and blue
I bleed for you
You think it's funny
Well you're drowning in it too
Everyday
Something hits me all so cold
Find me sittin' by myself
No excuses that I know
Yeah, it's fine
We'll walk down the line
Leave our rain
A cold trade for warm sunshine
You're my friend
I will defend
And if we change
Well I love you anyway
Everyday
Something hits me all so cold
Find me sittin' by myself
No excuses that I know
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Nonsense and some AIC
The distance between an honest feeling and its expression is several miles. For some, it takes an instant to travel and others might grow old trying to. Such is the complexity of human emotions, that a shot at disentanglement will more often than not lead to a much severe intricacy. It takes a courageous mind to break the strings and have a go straight at the core, and its no wonder that so few of us tend to do it.
Why is our system so fuzzy, when it could have been so much more easier for it to be a discrete implementation of likes and dislikes? Why cant happiness be a boolean expression, with a binary result? Beats me to no end, that it takes a bucket full of apprehensions and months of thinking to convey a feeling. It also amazes me as to how easily we are able to build so many mental membranes of abstraction, and further more are able to reform them, owing to the smallest of stimuli. Leads me to believe that emulating/replicating a human mind is pretty much not going to end in satisfactory results even a thousand years from now.
As an engineer, I tend to think of trade-offs in every possible theory/application that I come across. I have indeed come to believe that what we deem an unnecessary complication of abstract feelings is in fact a trade-off with our ability to find joy in simple and inexplicable ways. Its all a very intricate, sometimes weak, sometimes strong mental structure that we build for ourselves in our lifetimes. The whole deal with expectations, desires, emotions and ethereal visions of happiness is best left to itself. Delving into their dynamics would be a waste of time, when we can lie back and enjoy what they have to offer. There will be the darker side to all these elements too and they will exist in the same intensity that we'd like the lighter/happier side to be. But then again, we'd never know warmth if not for the chill. So lighten up, put on some music and be regaled by the sights, sounds and the wispy prods of human emotions.
Oh, and in case you're in mood for some Alice In Chains, here's a good one.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r80HF68KM8g \m/
I'd recommend headphones and an ear for lyrics.
Why is our system so fuzzy, when it could have been so much more easier for it to be a discrete implementation of likes and dislikes? Why cant happiness be a boolean expression, with a binary result? Beats me to no end, that it takes a bucket full of apprehensions and months of thinking to convey a feeling. It also amazes me as to how easily we are able to build so many mental membranes of abstraction, and further more are able to reform them, owing to the smallest of stimuli. Leads me to believe that emulating/replicating a human mind is pretty much not going to end in satisfactory results even a thousand years from now.
As an engineer, I tend to think of trade-offs in every possible theory/application that I come across. I have indeed come to believe that what we deem an unnecessary complication of abstract feelings is in fact a trade-off with our ability to find joy in simple and inexplicable ways. Its all a very intricate, sometimes weak, sometimes strong mental structure that we build for ourselves in our lifetimes. The whole deal with expectations, desires, emotions and ethereal visions of happiness is best left to itself. Delving into their dynamics would be a waste of time, when we can lie back and enjoy what they have to offer. There will be the darker side to all these elements too and they will exist in the same intensity that we'd like the lighter/happier side to be. But then again, we'd never know warmth if not for the chill. So lighten up, put on some music and be regaled by the sights, sounds and the wispy prods of human emotions.
Oh, and in case you're in mood for some Alice In Chains, here's a good one.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r80HF68KM8g \m/
I'd recommend headphones and an ear for lyrics.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Bunch O' my Brain - Rage against the Machinery
Curse you cowardice,
You reside within.
Curse you wounded fate
Bleedin' irony all over my life.
You reside within.
Curse you wounded fate
Bleedin' irony all over my life.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Writeup about not yet writtenups.
yeah... i like the title too.
My mind has lately been in a very writer/movie friendly mode. Even the simplest of things transpiring around me play like a movie clip and lines form themselves in subtly sarcastic and mildly complex ways. I therefore seem to have a lot to write about even though there's not much interesting going on. So I deemed it appropriate to wrap it all up in a single post and get off easily. So here I go, guiding my varied streams of cerebral energy into one gushing confluence.
1) Farewells! Yes, the goodbyes, sayonaras, the ciao's and cya's. I desperately need to write something about my inability to execute presentably, my farewells. I always seem to think that I'm one goodbye too short and hence tend to reiterate my tata's and birla's. Soliloquy is a common ally during farewells and there are several things I'm telling myself and several more that I am not listening to, me telling me (please dont count; I swear I'm not self centered) .
2) The aeroplane. Apart form topping my "most boring ways to travel" list, it also features on "I'm sorry, I need to gape at this!!" list too. Its really amazing to think how these heavy beasts carrying thousands of kilos manage to get airborne and get back on the ground safely at mind blowing speeds. The only incentive to squirm into a window seat in an airplane is the view outside, be it a thin black freeway needling its way through snow clad landscapes with the horizon gobbling up a crimson sun, or it could be the sight of a well planned city with right angle roads sitting smugly, flanked by mountains, OR, it could be a first hand view of the intricate mechanical engineering in action on the wings, during landing and take off. In-flight entertainment and frequent meals are the only way to strangle the clock and you could also make good use of time by not sleeping a wink, like me.
3) My trip down the dreaded road of "order in life". I am by nature not very organized. I am clean, but cluttered and somewhat inefficient owing to the pervasive influence of disorder in my life. So I valiantly decided that this semester will be a struggle to achieve order and ward off the demons of anarchy. The past 3 days have been as proper as an English tea table. I've been sleeping at 12 and waking up between 6 and 7, making organized lists of things to be done and executing about 70 percent of these tasks (which is up there based on my procrastination dominated history). I also manage to eat at the right times and have reorganized my closet space. Enough said. I'm on my way to orderliness and hopefully will get there in the months to come. Bon Voyage.. wait! am I supposed to be saying that?
4) The part where I declared a vendetta against all fat gujaratis who have an inclination towards kicking the WBC's out of my calf muscles. This one is the most recent; fresh out of the farm. Soccer happened about 3 hours back and so did the flying kick that sent me spiraling into the depths of limb centric agony. And to think I even helped that son of a gun stand up after he had executed successfully, the operation code-named "make Harsha limp for a week". I had a brief vision in slow-motion, of Diaby delivering a jaw crunching blow to John Terry's well positioned head, before I felt the full force of dhokla - power just under my right calf. I will limp all of the 3 steps to my bed after I'm done publishing this post; I walk away a humble soul, forever afraid of fat gujaratis and their unwarranted desires, mostly revolving around the inviting prospect of temporarily maiming a perfectly good limb.
Adios.
My mind has lately been in a very writer/movie friendly mode. Even the simplest of things transpiring around me play like a movie clip and lines form themselves in subtly sarcastic and mildly complex ways. I therefore seem to have a lot to write about even though there's not much interesting going on. So I deemed it appropriate to wrap it all up in a single post and get off easily. So here I go, guiding my varied streams of cerebral energy into one gushing confluence.
1) Farewells! Yes, the goodbyes, sayonaras, the ciao's and cya's. I desperately need to write something about my inability to execute presentably, my farewells. I always seem to think that I'm one goodbye too short and hence tend to reiterate my tata's and birla's. Soliloquy is a common ally during farewells and there are several things I'm telling myself and several more that I am not listening to, me telling me (please dont count; I swear I'm not self centered) .
2) The aeroplane. Apart form topping my "most boring ways to travel" list, it also features on "I'm sorry, I need to gape at this!!" list too. Its really amazing to think how these heavy beasts carrying thousands of kilos manage to get airborne and get back on the ground safely at mind blowing speeds. The only incentive to squirm into a window seat in an airplane is the view outside, be it a thin black freeway needling its way through snow clad landscapes with the horizon gobbling up a crimson sun, or it could be the sight of a well planned city with right angle roads sitting smugly, flanked by mountains, OR, it could be a first hand view of the intricate mechanical engineering in action on the wings, during landing and take off. In-flight entertainment and frequent meals are the only way to strangle the clock and you could also make good use of time by not sleeping a wink, like me.
3) My trip down the dreaded road of "order in life". I am by nature not very organized. I am clean, but cluttered and somewhat inefficient owing to the pervasive influence of disorder in my life. So I valiantly decided that this semester will be a struggle to achieve order and ward off the demons of anarchy. The past 3 days have been as proper as an English tea table. I've been sleeping at 12 and waking up between 6 and 7, making organized lists of things to be done and executing about 70 percent of these tasks (which is up there based on my procrastination dominated history). I also manage to eat at the right times and have reorganized my closet space. Enough said. I'm on my way to orderliness and hopefully will get there in the months to come. Bon Voyage.. wait! am I supposed to be saying that?
4) The part where I declared a vendetta against all fat gujaratis who have an inclination towards kicking the WBC's out of my calf muscles. This one is the most recent; fresh out of the farm. Soccer happened about 3 hours back and so did the flying kick that sent me spiraling into the depths of limb centric agony. And to think I even helped that son of a gun stand up after he had executed successfully, the operation code-named "make Harsha limp for a week". I had a brief vision in slow-motion, of Diaby delivering a jaw crunching blow to John Terry's well positioned head, before I felt the full force of dhokla - power just under my right calf. I will limp all of the 3 steps to my bed after I'm done publishing this post; I walk away a humble soul, forever afraid of fat gujaratis and their unwarranted desires, mostly revolving around the inviting prospect of temporarily maiming a perfectly good limb.
Adios.
Monday, January 18, 2010
19th, the morning.
I leave thee with fond memories and I vow to return ere the winter drapes thy streets again...fare thee well, Bangalore.
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