I try to understand...;
Who are these Leaders....Philosophers......or these Brands the world follows ... oh no not world..... masses..?
Are they really Leaders or are we followers.... I think ....
Who gives them the right to lead us......are they that special......what special feature do they have ??
Probably nothing........ nothing at all but the power of Oration....and Belief..
Not Good or bad....belief is belief..........for them Good for someone else Bad...
its our weakness which makes them leaders........ its us followers who follow them.....cause we fear to stand up on our own......
an opinion can be the thought process of a community......how can be an opinion be the Prerogative of one and felloship of millions......
Its our fear which allows them to over power us...
They become the niche casue we choose to remain cished................
Friday, April 13, 2007
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Worth it................................
Innocent crime of reaching that door...... Demons scream and fear galore.....
This new breed is inflicting its epidemic...
.it’s contagious and horrific......
I close my eyes in fear and yet i see the same.....
God help me to run Iam turning insane.......
Feeling wary in peace my soul desires....
yet again the passion for glimpse acquires....
yet again the passion for glimpse acquires....
yet again the passion for glimpse acquires....
Take a leap.....stride with force......force away.... away with the acquired syndrome....
Acquired sadistic eyes,,,,
acquires smiles of passion......
We belong ...so and so Long.....so long so long
weird what they call me.....cause i choose not to be chosen.... cause i choose not to be welcomed....cause i choose me and not them........shall my search remain...... or shall I someday re-reign......... so-long , so-long
And I smile..... the best thing i do...... holding up the waves.....forcing my chest to let loose.........................yet they call me weird....as weird i am......cause they see the waves vacating ....... and waves is what Iam.
Should myself chooses to leave.....and let the happiness prevail...... I shall be remembered like Satan was.......... every generation gives birth to a revolution never understood by the first one.......... weird is what Iam never understood by thee.......or is it that the revolution is me…………………………………
This new breed is inflicting its epidemic...
.it’s contagious and horrific......
I close my eyes in fear and yet i see the same.....
God help me to run Iam turning insane.......
Feeling wary in peace my soul desires....
yet again the passion for glimpse acquires....
yet again the passion for glimpse acquires....
yet again the passion for glimpse acquires....
Take a leap.....stride with force......force away.... away with the acquired syndrome....
Acquired sadistic eyes,,,,
acquires smiles of passion......
We belong ...so and so Long.....so long so long
weird what they call me.....cause i choose not to be chosen.... cause i choose not to be welcomed....cause i choose me and not them........shall my search remain...... or shall I someday re-reign......... so-long , so-long
And I smile..... the best thing i do...... holding up the waves.....forcing my chest to let loose.........................yet they call me weird....as weird i am......cause they see the waves vacating ....... and waves is what Iam.
Should myself chooses to leave.....and let the happiness prevail...... I shall be remembered like Satan was.......... every generation gives birth to a revolution never understood by the first one.......... weird is what Iam never understood by thee.......or is it that the revolution is me…………………………………
Sunday, April 1, 2007
Guten Morgan........
Yawn….muscle stretch….itchy groin and scratchy arse….
Where is my phone…… third ring goes and I disconnect…… open the door and see my maid already churning the espresso machine…. MMMmmmmmmmmmm technology…. Back those days half of the house shouted the maids name….. now give a missed on their cell and ur coffee is there….
Mmmmmmmm black hot Americano….. smells amazing already the fumes entering the brainal arena and popping the nerves clogged….
Why the fuck is this an Americano…why not an Indiano or an Italiano or a Canadiano…… raking my morning dead cells on the most non-existent issue of my life….well in my extensive travel across the globe I realized that America was one of those nations where coffee came in pretty late…but yet they got a coffee on their label….. Well whatever…a country to get Bush on their oval....surely is allowed to have a coffee procedure on their label....
A P.J. hits my head.....what happend when Bushes in whilte house lawns cought fire????
Security: Mr.Bush Mr. Bush ..............!!!!
Mr. Bush: is there a problem.... (in his texan accent)
Security: Mr. Bush your bushes are on fire..................
my coffee is Indian..My maid is Indian…and my morning stinking mouth is definitely Indian…. Head shaking happening ….. Those early morning patriotic vision….for a coffee…..
Memories of that late night chat with a rare brain-dead-pschidzo…high on tea caffeine and some biscuit brand she mentioned….……. Kind of sweet girl…..haven’t tasted her so sweet sweet but not in that pretext …. But sweet, in my own ways…….
Less agony of past…. Much less Benjamin…. Friends coming over in the evening….. …… just another Epiphany…..
Final scratch and reducing itch…..
Good Morning..
Rise and shine….
Where is my phone…… third ring goes and I disconnect…… open the door and see my maid already churning the espresso machine…. MMMmmmmmmmmmm technology…. Back those days half of the house shouted the maids name….. now give a missed on their cell and ur coffee is there….
Mmmmmmmm black hot Americano….. smells amazing already the fumes entering the brainal arena and popping the nerves clogged….
Why the fuck is this an Americano…why not an Indiano or an Italiano or a Canadiano…… raking my morning dead cells on the most non-existent issue of my life….well in my extensive travel across the globe I realized that America was one of those nations where coffee came in pretty late…but yet they got a coffee on their label….. Well whatever…a country to get Bush on their oval....surely is allowed to have a coffee procedure on their label....
A P.J. hits my head.....what happend when Bushes in whilte house lawns cought fire????
Security: Mr.Bush Mr. Bush ..............!!!!
Mr. Bush: is there a problem.... (in his texan accent)
Security: Mr. Bush your bushes are on fire..................
my coffee is Indian..My maid is Indian…and my morning stinking mouth is definitely Indian…. Head shaking happening ….. Those early morning patriotic vision….for a coffee…..
Memories of that late night chat with a rare brain-dead-pschidzo…high on tea caffeine and some biscuit brand she mentioned….……. Kind of sweet girl…..haven’t tasted her so sweet sweet but not in that pretext …. But sweet, in my own ways…….
Less agony of past…. Much less Benjamin…. Friends coming over in the evening….. …… just another Epiphany…..
Final scratch and reducing itch…..
Good Morning..
Rise and shine….
Ciggerate Smoking is NOT Injurious to health........
I wonder……
I had few installments to pay today…. How the “fuck” do I assert charm and courtesy to these vultures….
Mr.: Gireesh (my humble honest colleague) just shoo them today and get a 25 day later date……
First arrival: “aaj last day hai……aapko aaj pay karna hi padega”.
Mr. Gireesh: “arre yaar baith to jao…..abhi Boss Dilli mein nahi hain”
First arrival: “aapke Boss Dilli mein nahi hai to main kya karoon, mujhe instructions milli paise collect karne ke liye”
Mr. Gireesh: “chai loge ya coffee”
First arrival: “ Sir aap mere paise de do muzhe chai coffee kuch nahi chahiye”
Mr. Gireesh: “accha pani to peyega ke nahi”
First arrival: “ Aap samazhte nahi hain muzhe next call per bhi janna hai….muzhe der ho rahi
hai”
Mr. Gireesh: “abhe naukri kar raha hai na tera khud ka paisa thode hi hai…. Chal cigerate pilata hoon”
First arrival: “ab aap Itna keh rahe ho to ciggerate to pe hi leta ahoon”
Mr. Gireesh: “itna tension mat liya kar….. tere baap ka thode hi kuch ja raha hai….Boss jane ya
tera bank jane tu kyon tension leta hai……original Dunhill hai pile ….Boss Dubai se laya tha”
First arrival: “waise Ek baat to hai Ciggerate pine wale log bade acche hote hain, main to aapko dekh kar hi samaj gaya that…. Aap badiya aadmi hoge”
Ciggerate Smoking is definately not injurious to health..............................................
I had few installments to pay today…. How the “fuck” do I assert charm and courtesy to these vultures….
Mr.: Gireesh (my humble honest colleague) just shoo them today and get a 25 day later date……
First arrival: “aaj last day hai……aapko aaj pay karna hi padega”.
Mr. Gireesh: “arre yaar baith to jao…..abhi Boss Dilli mein nahi hain”
First arrival: “aapke Boss Dilli mein nahi hai to main kya karoon, mujhe instructions milli paise collect karne ke liye”
Mr. Gireesh: “chai loge ya coffee”
First arrival: “ Sir aap mere paise de do muzhe chai coffee kuch nahi chahiye”
Mr. Gireesh: “accha pani to peyega ke nahi”
First arrival: “ Aap samazhte nahi hain muzhe next call per bhi janna hai….muzhe der ho rahi
hai”
Mr. Gireesh: “abhe naukri kar raha hai na tera khud ka paisa thode hi hai…. Chal cigerate pilata hoon”
First arrival: “ab aap Itna keh rahe ho to ciggerate to pe hi leta ahoon”
Mr. Gireesh: “itna tension mat liya kar….. tere baap ka thode hi kuch ja raha hai….Boss jane ya
tera bank jane tu kyon tension leta hai……original Dunhill hai pile ….Boss Dubai se laya tha”
First arrival: “waise Ek baat to hai Ciggerate pine wale log bade acche hote hain, main to aapko dekh kar hi samaj gaya that…. Aap badiya aadmi hoge”
Ciggerate Smoking is definately not injurious to health..............................................
Thanks Bhaskar ....
I havent taken this shot.... Mr. Bhaskar did !!!.
but its a very special moment.....
Three people from the same roots.... Different Visions ....
