An alien's musings

Just sayin'..

Tue, 14 Oct 2008 17:03:59 GMT

A lingering smile from a hot girl passing by on a cold day can really warm the cockles of your heart :)

Estranged.

Sun, 12 Oct 2008 05:02:32 GMT

I never knew music could become the soundtrack of your life. Especially the music made by some of the dirtiest, rotten scoundrels in the biz. That would be Guns N' Roses. As we approach the imminent and conclusive chapter of the band's sordid saga; with Axl's hired guns release of 'Chinese Democracy', I can't help but raise my beer to these brothers from another mother.

The first time I heard them, I was an 11 year old gawky kid back in India listening to Phil Collins. I remember my buddy bringing home a tape of his friend's band doing a raucous version of 'Knockin' On Heaven's Door'. They were pretty shit but the rework of the classic Dylan poem had me going 'Holy Fuck!' I found out they did a cover of a cover by this band called GN'R. And that was it for me. I got the then released Use Your Illusions 1 &2. It was the time when the rock genre and its excesses had been dealt a fatal KO thanks to a little upstart band called Nirvana, but it was my beginning.

I kept listening to them over the years. Bands came and went,the music landscape evolved and hip-hop became the new sound of a generation. But GN'R was always there for me. Whether it was my turbulent teens dealing with my teenage issues or early 20's awkwardness, Axl and his merry men always had a song for me. Whether it was the brilliant songwriting of Axl/Izzy or the potent combo of Slash's bluesy killer riffs and Duff's punk aesthetics inspired basswork, I don't know. I never outgrew them or they me. I remember making out to 'Sweet Child O'Mine' in the college foyer with the girl who broke my heart and headbanging to 'Welcome to the Jungle' at Indi-Rock at Rang Bhavan with my bunch of like-minded cohorts, under drug fuelled skies and blasting them in alcohol laced highways.

I would say 'Estranged' sums up my life, at the age of 28. As Axl sang "Old at heart but I'm only 28, I'm much too young to let love break my heart.." The heavier songs off UYI like 'Coma', 'Locomotive' and 'Civil War' all had a lyrical and musical quality that makes the many bands before and after them pale in comparison. A troubled genius wrote those psychopathic and inspired songs and a happy go lucky backing band took them frantically where he alone couldn't.

As I came to the Americas, I felt isolation and loneliness. I was a scared kid who had ventured out from his safe, cosy nest back in India. That's when Axl warned me in his rebel yell " YOU'RE IN THE JUNGLE BABY!" I recall baffling people by disclosing that I was a huge GN'R fan. They turned up their noses, thought I had no taste, but I didn't care. I knew better.

A lot of people who know me associate that band with me. I think it was the combination of madness,intelligence, a pure joy of living and a penchant for danger that endeared me to their music. The musical DNA inside me will read GUNS-N-ROSES. For the casual fan who knows them just by the overplayed 'Patience', 'SCOM' and 'WTTJ', this was expected. Nobody thinks of them as an intelligent band who wrote some of the most vile, complicated and explosive music ever recorded. You can literally smell danger when you put on a GN'R record and listen attentively. Everytime I need to just get away to maybe think by myself or fix my mood, get high or get out of a funk there's mostly just one band that can do that.

I can see why people go see the Stones way past their expiry date, pun unintended. Or Dylan.Or the Beatles. If the band hadn't imploded, they could have been the sum of all the greatest bands. I'm sort of glad, they went out the way they did, OD'ing on creativity and human fallacies. And now that they're all gone on to their separate ways, what remains is the music. I don't mind Axl stealing the band name as long as he's still around,creating new masterpieces and ready for a second coming. I smile indulgently as one would at a favorite relative when I see Slash valiantly struggling to keep together new bands and finding the new Axl.

I'll still have imprinted in my mind the image of Slash driving his Mustang off a cliff and flinging his Les Paul into the air and casually smoking while making his guitar cry in the 'Don't Cry' video. Or Axl rocking his kilt and slithering his snake dance in 'Live and Let Die'. And the epic 'Estranged' and 'November Rain' videos where the storylines intertwine and Ax's paranoia and psychoses are clearly revealed. I always wear a bandanna to the gym and pay tribute to a bottle of Jack Daniels when I can. And of course, when I am told to take it slow, I always have an abundance of Patience.

I may be estranged from some of the people I once knew and there are a few who could've be mine and have become someone else's sweet child. I'm sure I'll find my Rocket Queen and she won't leave me in a coma. Now that election fever is high, the words to Civil War just seem so unbelievably eerie. Probably the best anti-war song ever written. I know I'll be welcome to any jungle and I know it'll be up to me to turn it into my Paradise City. Coz nice boys don't rock n' roll, I'm not a nice boy and I never was. The things your music inspired me to learn are private. I don't think I could have learnt them any other way.

Chinese Democracy finally has a release date. November '08. Life has come full circle again. I'll raise my glass of Dr. Pepper to that. You made life worth listening to and worth loving. Thank you for giving me my appetite for life through your music.

Wicker chair

Sat, 19 Jul 2008 04:25:41 GMT

Spent. Rested, restless. 4 Red Bulls. Kings of Leon. Dark Knight on my mind. Mindless. Legs ache. Wide awake. True blue. Friday night. Flies in the light. Who's here? I'm not there.Empty dishes in the sink. On the brink. Feeling Friday but seeing Sunday. LOSING MY MIND. Here in my chair. My own vacant stare. Out.

Sun, 15 Jun 2008 00:25:29 GMT

I felt like LJ'ing today after a while. So here are some things I've been pondering lately. I saw a car commerical featuring Tiger Woods for Buick. It got me thinking: are celebrities effective in persuading people to buy an automobile? I personally disagree. Here's why. You see Woods plugging the virtues of Buick and then you see him driving off in a Porsche. Common sense tells you it is not a sound strategy to get a celeb to push products such as an automobile, when their personal vehicle might be something other than the product he/she is selling. The brand connect won't be convincing enough. I think cars should be sold on attributes such as its features, price and handling. I wonder why clients and agencies waste their money hiring celebs for such endorsements.

Another thing I was curious about was about conversations. My question is: Should a conversation end in one having a 'verbal orgasm'? Will that leave both parties (say there are 2 people engaged in a conversation) satisfied? Will it alter the outcome better if when one hangs up the phone, the person on the other end experiences a 'high' with the way you made him/her feel with your words? Agreed, not all conversations are conducive to ending with a sense of mental euphoria. Say, one is talking about the loss of a dear one or having a serious theme as the topic. But can the conversation be steered in a direction that will ensure that the person who you spoke to gets a rush at the end? Will he/she remember you more fondly the next time around if you managed to give them a feeling of pleasure the last time you spoke to them? Think of how many business deals, negotiations and new bonds will be easier to make if one leaves the other party elated. Is that part of charisma or charm? Also, one's mood may not always be such that you want to talk uplifting things. One could be in a foul mood, distracted, etc. But if one can force oneself into giving a rush to the other person at the end of the conversation, no matter how bad one's personal mood, the next time he/she sees you will they remember the way you made them feel.

I was reading Amitabh Bachchans's blog. I really admire the way he writes. There is a sense of continual engagement with the reader as he draws you into his world with his mesmerising and eclectic selection of words. You can see a sample here http://blogs.bigadda.com/ab/2008/06/15/day-53/

I will try and write more often. I think most of the LJ'ers are asleep! Got to get this thing going again. Make a habit of posting one a month. Let's see if that works out!

Trippy sensory overload

Sun, 27 Apr 2008 20:46:46 GMT

"Tashan" se jeeyo, bete. Yes indeed, after venturing to watch the eponymous film by the said name and after having being duly warned on Rediff by Raja Sen, I decided to brave the fire. And much to my chagrin, I actually enjoyed the senseless fare proferred.

Like a one night stand, it had its ups and downs. The implausible storyline coupled with some far-fetched dialogue left me reeling for the first few reels. But upon the entrance of Mr.Desi Cool himself, His Royal Akshayness, the movie became Bollywood's version of Tarantino's "Death Proof/Planet Terror". For the technical kind, there's some Oliver Stonesque camera angles and jump cuts to drool over. The Kumar then lifts the movie into a kitschy,guilty pleasure. Portraying a superb rustic cool, making bhaiya speak hipper than a flat-iron, AK takes it upon himself to make 'Tashan' an integral part of the urban lexicon for a late millenia youth. With his incomparable screen presence, the Khiladi ends up making you await his upcoming "Singh Is King" even more. Saif looks totally miscast and is swallowed in this film by both his skinny galpal and the reigning BO king.Anil Kapoor, God bless him, works hard at yet another uneventful outing for him.

With the Parkour styled fight sequences and by re-inventing the lowly 'gamcha' into an uber required accessory,the gummy,limber actor saves the movie from bombing like a last minute phone call to God,begging one's soul from damnation. The director also inserts inside jokes understood by a minority (from the firangi on the phone to a Harvey;presumably Weinstein to Saif's monicker 'Jimmy Cliff', referencing a badass reggae singer),he sure isn't afraid of being labeled a snob.

Tashan won't be everyone's cuppa, but for a select intelligentsia, it is a fine concoction that is best enjoyed when one's senses are systematically dis-arranged. And a last word for the soundtrack. Flawless.Vishal-Shekhar with tracks such as 'Dil something something' and 'Chaliya' make desi lingo hip to the masses and classes. Shakespeare meets Ghalib in this kickin' soundtrack featuring the words of Hindu street poets married to the soul of the Ganges with the voice of an earthy Sukhwinder Singh. It's already on my ipod and on the way to attaining Guilty Pleasure 101's Top 5 status. Kudos to the newbie director for inserting a dose of much required desi cool to an otherwise sterile Hindi movie scenario.

I might have questioned myself for watching Tashan, but I do recommend this offering to stoners, winos, junkies and an otherwise intelligent populace looking for a much needed break from the ordinary. I myself might invest in a red gamcha and a pair of new work boots. As for Bebo's new, starve-friendly size 0 figure, I just got these words,"Here's looking at you, kid."

Greatness lies in the ability to kill failure

Sun, 13 Apr 2008 23:25:44 GMT

Our 20's are supposed to be our magical age. It's the time for dreams, ideas, romance and fire. All simmering inside and set to fly when we unleash them with the energy of a thousand suns. When was the last time that we dreamt big? Are you still here? Am I just talking to the walls..hello..hello....
Am I existing just to breathe? What happened to the goals we were supposed to achieve? I'm not talking academic, personal and career goals. Those are a given. I'm talking about the supreme goal. If you were to leave the world today, what would you be remembered for?
Am I supposed to just "settle"? The only time I ever felt alive was when I did things that I never wanted or dreamt of doing. Like climbing remote peaks in North India and feeling the beauty of the Earth under and around me.The sweat on my skin. The exhilaration. The pure joy. Conversing with a rural peasant in Russia and sharing a rolled up cigarette. Drinking a cuppa with a grizzled old woman with a smile that could set a heart afire in Asansol. When I questioned why was I here in roaring seas in the Bay of Biscayne. When I wanted to make a difference. Now, I am a hapless, plastic consumer, sitting in my static box checking in and out.

I have all the material comforts, which the move I collect, the unhappier I get.
Last week, a friend suggested I watch a movie. It was called 'The Motorcycle Diaries'. It told the story of a young, idealistic Argentine youth named Ernesto Guevara, who went on a life-changing trip around Latin America with his best friend, and emerged from this momentous journey as 'Che' Guevara'-- rebel, poet, leader, tragic hero. It was this voyage on 2 wheels that transformed a young wannabe medico to dedicating his life to liberating the worldwide oppressed from imperialism. While I don't agree with his views that one must take to the sword every time there is an injustice committed in the world, I totally see how his journey shaped his life.

Look at us, driving in our metal coffins to slave away at a job that pays the bills,sucking it in for a raise,and patting our own backs for mediocre accomplishments. Chasing degrees that guarantee a bigger check every time. More money, more problems. One day I just got rid of my cable and thereafter, my tv. I threw out most of my "label" wear. I started to eat simply. I started exercising with the purpose of quashing my ego. I started reading once again. The classics, obscure works, random paperbacks. I dived into meaningful distractions. This living was making me inconsiderate, lazy and insolent. Who was I to blame? The system or my own desires that gave rise to this symbiotic system?
There is more to do that just doesn't involve consumerism. I for one, have had it with this toxic living. Hollywood-ize your world and you end up becoming a washed up star in re-runs of the C-grade reality show that is your so-called life. I need more than this. I'll be searching for the Truth more so than before. The rest of my life starts now.

I'm F*cking Matt Damon

Sun, 03 Feb 2008 16:00:13 GMT

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LA5BnTrFAx0

Fri, 18 Jan 2008 22:40:54 GMT

I heard the news today, oh boy....sometimes, just once in a while comes along a story that makes you smile inside. All the junk that's infiltrated airwaves and cluttered our minds just washes away the bitterness like a golden sunset. So here I was in my gym, pounding away on the treadmill like a mindless robotron, unfeeling and exercising for all the wrong reasons. And CNN, God bless them, airs a new piece on a man that nobody in this part of the world has heard of. A South African athlete by the name of Oscar Pistorus who is aiming for the Olympics.And there's a good chance he may never make it. Why, you might ask. This is a 20 year old who had never run till 3 years back, and is a second away from the qualifying time for the 100,200 and 400m. The only thing holding him back-- he is a double amputee.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/africa/6589763.stm

He has no bones below his knees and has to use prosthetic legs. He has aptly been dubbed the'Blade Runner'. Now, this natural born champion is fighting to make his dream come true because the powers that be feel his 'handicap' is an 'advantage' over other runners. How sad that when one should be applauding this amazing man all the way to the finish line, there are people trying to bring him down. He has accomplished more than most than the people who are trying to sabotage his goal. His example is what the Olympic spirit should be about. Instead of catering to network ratings, ticket sales and overhyped,steroid pumped, spoilt millionaire athletes who think they own the sport. I hope Oscar makes it to the Olympics. I don't care what happens. But it would be a true testimony to the fact that the human spirit is too powerful to go away quietly. His grit, determination and courage makes my heart go out to him. In his support, one of the top runners has said that he has no problem racing against Oscar; and in fact it would be an honor to do so. We need more athletes to come up and suppport this refreshing view.

In a world where we are watching nations colliding, religions clashing, economies crumbling, violence marring, we need more heroes. I'm not going to whine and bitch about my life and wonder why I am entitled to it all. It took Oscar's story to put me in check. To hell with THEM. I won't do what you tell me.Am I going to be a robot or a rebel? I've made my choice. Now try telling that to the Blade Runner. He's going to just keep on running. And maybe, we all will run along with him. We can beat them, once and forever.

The Sub-continent's Janis Joplin

Thu, 27 Sep 2007 06:05:32 GMT

I'm in a very nostalgic mood this week, and this video is testimony to the fact that talent,ethereal good looks and the tragic nature of human life creates immortality. Nazia Hassan, RIP. You helped create some lasting childhood memories.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bCsISLLqc5A

can anyone translate this

Thu, 27 Sep 2007 05:13:01 GMT

I really like this song......brings back memories....now if I only knew what it meant :) Can anyone translate this song?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7E1xbX-QSGY&mode=related&search=

Euphoria song
Lyrics:
teri ya meri ya
pull gaya
ull gaya haar te ji
hey mae ki karna mein jitnu
hove naje mi
hove naje mi

bindiya lagati toh
kaapti thi palken maeri
chunniya sajake woh deti vaadein kalke maeri

meri haaton mein tha uska haath
thi chaashni si har uski baat
maeri aap hi hasdi
maeri aap hi rondi
maeri yaad woh yaad woh aaeri
galla kardi
maeri akhlan lad di

maeri yaad woh yaad woh aaeri
heyy maeri

baarishon mein lipat ke maa ati thi woh chalke maeri
deeriyan ho jaye to roti halke halke maeri
phir se mein royu phir woh gaye
thandi havayein banke chaye
maeri hira ka aandhi kittean paundhi
maeri yaad woh yaad woh aaeri
jannata langdi maeri mannata mangdi
maeri yaad woh yaad woh aaeri

ab kya karun kahan se kahun aa maeri
ab kya karun kahaaan se kahunn aa maeri

duniya parayi chod ke aaja
jhoothe sare naate tod ke aaja
sau rabdi tujhe ek vari aaja
aab ke mile to honge na juda
na juda na juda aaa oooo

hud deya aaye koi chale aaye
maeri yaad woh yaad woh aaeri
galla kardi
maeri akhlan lad di

maeri yaad woh yaad woh aaeri

khul gayi mera pyar
mae bas lage mahine chaar
maeri yaad woh yaad woh aaeri

yaad woh aayi
maeri yaad woh aayi
maeri yaad woh yaad woh aaeri

ab kya karun kahan se kahun aa maeri
ab kya karun kahan se kahunn aa maeri (more)

Hey RajaSen

Sat, 21 Jul 2007 07:39:12 GMT

My entry is on Rediff.com :)

http://www.rediff.com/movies/2007/jul/18reader.htm

happiness is a warm voice

Fri, 04 May 2007 05:12:38 GMT

I've just discovered the secret to Nirvana. Tom Waits, you are the master. I don't understand why you never became as famous as the people who covered your alcohol soaked songs. Your voice is truly one of a million. Not one "in".
If you haven't yet, and at the risk of alcohol addiction, please listen to 'Small Change', the masterpiece CD by Mr.Waits. I've listened to most of his extensive work by now, but that early recording is a classic.

Do tell me which is your favorite song there. I'll be curious.

Closure

Tue, 26 Dec 2006 01:40:07 GMT

Maybe it's Christmas, maybe it's the 3 fat cigars and half a pack of smokes that I've inhaled, but I finally mustered the courage to write to an ex whom I never stopped thinking of. We parted on a sour note 3 years back and never spoken since. She had tried to get in touch intermittently but I wasn't gonna go back. But I never could stop thinking of her. So I decided to write a short note to her telling her (or tried to) how I felt. I know we can never go back; there's too much hurt and anger and water under the bridge. But I wanted some semblence of civility to remain between us. I heard she's in a relationship (thanks Myspace). I know, I feel like an online stalker now but wtf.

I had to put down what I thought I needed to say under the circumstances and wish her the best and yadayada. She sent me this mail back which really shook me. She said she always thought of me from time to time and was happy I'm doing well and that she will always care for me. This finally brought an end to a story that had never really been over, at east I think it did. I don't know if I can ever stop missing her though even though I know we can never be together again. WHy do relationships have to be so hard? Why must we meet people we deeply care for and never have them? I have a talent for really fucking every good thing that has happened to me. It's some sort of self destructive nature that never ever goes away. I feel relief on one hand and a bittersweet sadness that dulls my heart. I have tried, believe me to distract myself and break away from her memory but I know I will never rest in peace till the day she gets married. That would really end it for me. For now, it's one step closer to moving on. But do I really want to? I've done all that should be done under the circumstances. Tried to act mature and said the right things so that she feels I no longer want her to be under the impression I think we have a small chance of getting back. Coz I don't know if I'll fuck up all over again if we did.

Maybe I will forget her. It's been three years. Maybe it'll be thirty. But I'm just an old fashioned lover boy. Maybe I'll still silently keep thinking of her and keep on messing up my current relationships. I really want to get over it. But a part of me doesn't want me to. I hate this yo-yo'ing. I guess I'll have to live with the weight and just continue to be stubborn and tough. It's not fair to her, with me trying to manipulate her feelings. Her having said that she still thinks of me makes me increaibly sad. I think I'm just gonna smoke another fat boy and watch porn. That always helps.

Merry X-mas

Mon, 25 Dec 2006 04:54:03 GMT

Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas, everyone! I hope the coming year brings everyone loads of love, luck,money and success.
Cheers,

Ari

running question

Tue, 17 Oct 2006 03:08:14 GMT

This is a question for all you runners out there. I recently got back into running. And it's been real addictive so far. Except for one problem. When I reach the 22-25 minute mark, my right shin starts to get this dull throb/ache. And the left leg is perfectly normal. It feels like when you do a bicep curl. The blood engorges the muscle and they swell. I wonder why my left leg/shin is fine while the right one gets slight discomfort? I run on a treadmill and wear Nike prestos. Is this natural for people who are just getting back into active running or is this a shoe thing? Or is it just that my body is disproportionate.Heh. Please help a non-runner out. Thanks!

Two'fer Lyricisms

Wed, 11 Oct 2006 08:10:42 GMT

A deadly love I seek

lions to kill I greet

adventures in Africa

I travelled to Russia

danced the bamboushka

poured myself some vodka

Greek drama played itself out

on elder streets in Athens

ancient structures look benovalently over

a new kind of modern civilization

pyramids in barren desert skies

holding sacred truths and lies

the Sicilian kid waves at the boat

on the sandy shore he runs

I'm a traveller on a quest

to draw a straight line

from East to West

This hemisphere is the best

cmon over,its begun here

we're making Gods

in bars and taverns

across the American landscape

the new wine for

angels of despair

the singing Jesus

preaching

a deformed religion

Mute obedience

symbolic is

the mike crucifix

amped

and unleashed

sermons over airwaves

and we is hypnotized

Friday

be there.

Penis wielding crotch

gaunt and full

superlative member of my body

charmed life

got no wife

married to stray cunts

solace in stormy seas of sex

thoughts prowl inside my mind

looking for a way to leave me behind

seek out new suns

pardon the pun

but Ive only just begun

and the night is already done

Lyrics

Wed, 19 Jul 2006 21:30:58 GMT

So people........I'd like to know.....what are your favorite 'deep' lyrics? Words that have shot streams on consciousness into your soul....profound pop ditties that have magically melted your heart.....calling upon the wisdom of the Dp'ers. Share with us.

7-11

Tue, 11 Jul 2006 23:43:49 GMT

So you fuckers with lice and beards did it again. The cowards that you are, you decided to hurt simple, hard-working people with families when they let their guard down to prove your pathetic point. What brave souls you are! Well, listen up you bastards....you won't win. The time is ripe. We are going to hunt you down and slit your throats, rip your balls apart from your miserable bodies and shove them down your maggot infested throats. You Islamic terrorist motherfuckers....you make me fear for your wellbeing. You have attacked India's backbone,Mumbai. We are the Hindu heartland. Now just wait and see what we do to you. You have hid in our city, entertained yourselves here, eaten our food and killed our people. You people will never change.You are like a poisonous snake whose head has to be crushed into a million tiny pieces. Now wait for the encounter killings. Be prepared to die like dogs. Hide while you can because if you're caught....you will be sorely sorry for your heinous act. You think you are freedom fighters? HAH.You are nothing. Nobody. Noone gives a shit about you,your people or your cause. Now wait for the backlash,motherfuckers. Never, ever mess with Mumbai. This is a call to all Indians to unite and destroy this scum of the world. You rat eating, donkey fucking, flea ridden cowards. Go back crawling into your holes. Cause we are coming for you. Run and hide,fuckers.Run.And hide.

What's Haaaappenin'?!

Thu, 22 Jun 2006 06:10:00 GMT

It's been a very busy month for me, which is why I haven't had time to update my lj. But I'm back,baby! Among other news, I got a job and relocated to Portland. I'm having a good time and adjusting to a new place yet again.Good times. I've also started getting back in touch with old friends some of whom I'd lost touch with, and realized I'm living my life of the carefree bachelor with a vengeance while the rest are dropping like ninepins into howly matrimony. I just don't get the deal with early marriage. Freaky. I'd rather get my eyes gouged out. Lots of my classmates from school and college are now married,some are even parents of lovely bonny babies. But me? I don't know...I don't think I wanna be accounted for! Besides, I'd hate to wanna ruin some poor woman's life just yet...lol...OTOH, girls, dont feel shy if you have any potential candidates in mind for me (read friends with BIG.......brains.)

I finally managed some time to catch up on my reading. Read 'Sacred Hoops' a fascinating account of zen philosophy and basketball by Coach Phil Jackson. Some solid corporate lessons there. Also got 'Arnold: The Encyclopedia of Bodybuilding'-- a must have for every serious straight bodybuilder. I've been busy working all week and haven't had time to do anything fun yet. I fly out to Cincinnati for meetings tomorrow and day after. I just realized I love flying First Class at the company's expense. Heh. I almost feel guilty. What else? I need to find a 24 hour gym where I can squeeze in at least 3 sessions a week. My office has a basketball court and a gym, but I need to be around fellow gym rats to get a good pump going. It's that whole atmosphere.....hard rock blaring, sweat, the clank of metal......I need that! Oh, found some new cool bands to listen to....'Hard-Fi', 'Wolfmother' and 'Gnarles Barkley' all have terrific new records. Rockin' and dancey with solid grooves.
OK, gotta go pack. Hope you all have a good week now and a great life always.

Celeb News OD

Mon, 05 Jun 2006 04:30:54 GMT

The amount of media coverage being bestowed to Brad Pitt's and Jolie's child ( I detest the term 'baby'--it makes a human being seem like a neuter object) just annoys me. Then there are the ridiculous celeb couple names--'TomKat', then 'Brangelina' and now it's 'Vaughniston'. ARGGGHH!! Please stop already! It's not funny anymore. I personally do not want to be assaulted with such inane 'news' as it has no fuckin' relevance nor adds any value to my life. Whether Paris wants her tiny boobs enlarged or whether Britney stumbles over her kid doesn't make my day. I could care less what overpriviledged, talentless goofballs are up to. Seeing realms of precious primetime newspace devoted to such tripe makes me wonder if the third estate takes for granted the American public's intelligence and assumes them to be brainless morons with IQ levels of 10. As it is more than half the nation votes for the 'American Idol' than they do for the next Prez. If this carries on, I can definitely see a double term for Hillary Clinton. If I catch another reporter gushing over Pitt's offspring, I'm gonna fire a letter to the Chief News features Editor of said channel and give him a piece of my mind for disturbing my peace!

For a change what do Bollywood hunks think

Mon, 29 May 2006 07:06:50 GMT

In the morning have an egg,
In the afternoon have a chicken leg
In the evening drink a peg
In the night go between her legs

Fanaa

Sat, 27 May 2006 17:27:23 GMT

Kajol kills Aamir Khan at the end in Fanaa. She's just pretending to be blind. In reality she is a supercop.
Thanks.

Thoughts through time

Tue, 23 May 2006 06:45:16 GMT

MARIAH CAREY (on Africa): “Whenever I watch TV and see those poor starving kids all over the world, I can’t help but cry. I mean, I’d love to be skinny like that, but not with all those flies and death and stuff.”

BONO (on Africa): "Eight million people die every year for the price of going out with your friends to the movies and buying an ice cream. Literally for about $30 a head per year, you could save 8 million lives. Isn't that extraordinary? It is -- or ought to be -- unacceptable that an accident of longitude and latitude determines whether a child lives or dies." http://www.time.com/time/covers/1101020304/story.html

For some, a really tough choice. Indifference or Involvement. What kinda topsy-turvy world do we live in nowadays where we actually have a rocker(gasp..) as a positive role model? Imagine.

Wherever you are, whatever your financial situation, it doesn't take too much. Karma always catches up. It's a great chaser,Karma is. Support someone.Anyone. Make yourself proud.

There's no wrong or right. There's just the defining end result.
Vegan or Non-vegan. There's no better choice. Both help us survive another day on God's green earth.Yin and Yang.Why pick sides?
Right wing/Leftwing. Does your raise depend on your politics?
Peer pressure vs. Common sense. $ vs $$$. Starbucks vs. Coffee.Complicated economics it isn't.

It's a luxury thinking what you're doing amounts to something significant,smug in your self-importance. And then you realize you foregoed your shot at eminence.
Choose your actions like you choose your friends.
It's alright to go through life being yourself. It's when you step outside your comfort zone that magic happens.
It's OK to have a chat with the Big Man once in a while. He likes that.
Whenever I see something that inspires me, I photograph that moment with my soul.
I used to be a thunderstorm.And then I learnt to rain.
A boy must be more than he could be to become a man.
Never think it's over. It's just a well-timed coffee/tea break.
They may laugh at you initially, but they'll be inspired by you eventually.
A woman who can be a lady is wonderful.A woman who's a mannabe is abominable.

From tomorrow, breathe the air as if you truly are grateful. And not because you think it's your birthright.

Good Luck.

http://www.one.org/

Song

Sat, 20 May 2006 22:16:51 GMT

It'd been a while since I'd heard a song that really moved me. And then I heard this. http://www.scottstapp.com/video.html

The Great Divide

I have run to the ocean
Through the Horizon
Chased the sun
I've waited for the light to come,
And at times I would give up
You have
Wrapped your loving arms ‘round me,
And with your love I'll overcome.
You have
Loved me when I was weak,
You have
Given unselfishly,
Kept me from Falling…Falling
Everywhere but my Knees!

You set me free!
To live my life
You became my reason to survive the great divide
You set me Free!

I've been on Heaven's doorstep,
With the Door open,
One foot inside
I've cried out…God give me answers!
Please hush child I'll tell you why
You have
Loved me when you were weak,
You kept
Giving unselfishly,
Kept you from
Falling…Falling
Everywhere but your Knees!

You set me free!
To live my life
You became my reason to survive the great divide
You set me free!

Oh…our love is beautiful
Oh…oo…oh…Isn't it beautiful?
Times have changed
But you remain
My everything
Our Love is Beautiful
Stood by my side
Helped me survive
My great Divide
Isn't this is beautiful.

You set me free!
To live my life
You became my reason to survive the great divide
You set me free!

Welcome Back to The Jungle,baby!

Tue, 16 May 2006 06:48:49 GMT

The King is BACK.
As previously reported, GUNS N' ROSES' first show in more than three years kicked off at roughly 11:00 p.m.,May 15th at the Hammerstein Ballroom in NYC with the opening 1-2-3 punch of "Welcome to the Jungle", "It's So Easy" and "Mr. Brownstone", and featured a guest appearance by former SKID ROW frontman Sebastian Bach, who traded off lead vocals with Axl Rose in "My Michelle". The much-rumored appearance by ex-GUNS N' ROSES guitarist Izzy Stradlin never materialized, although the band did debut a replacement for guitarist Buckethead in the shape of Ron Thal of the New York City-based alternative-rap-metal project BUMBLEFOOT.