Vivid enough....

It was a sunny afternoon, somewhere in the depths of south bangalore, lay a much much younger ally, on his bed lazing away, thinking happily and peacefully of the time about to pass through him, as he would leave to play cricket with his cronies..... It was all perfect..... The class had finished at the right time and he had gotten home at the right enough time and the sun was intense enough to stimulate the players but enough to relieve the minds of the sportsmen of any chance of rain squashing their hopes........

Ah how could i forget?? He was listening, also, to radio city, the hip hep and happening music station recently launched, on a stereo which his bro won in a music competition with great aplomb !! With sun rays sauntering thru the half open window of his room, the dj announced some song (ally didnt care which one...he was in a blissful state already remember??) and it started

Thats it !! Captivated is one word to be definitely used...Ally wasnt rock aware then, poor boy.....He was thoroughly and completely compelled to surrender to the song, that ethereal mystical melodious piece of art which meddled with his senses (coupled with the sun rays....ah what a scene !! ). Alas ! He had not paid enough attention to listen to the song's name....He pleaded and implored with his "rockin" friends, to help him to reunite him with it.....it had something to do with heaven, an angel, god, something like that....he hadnt grasped the lyrics
well either ! oh no what to do....



Its quite a while later, Ally has a guitar in his hand and he is one with that elusive song alrite ! But now he has set his sights higher.....To reproduce it ! And as he looks at the tabs, the guitar work exhibited by the scorpions in the making of send me an angel, he only wonders..... As to how such beauty is even created........

I will always remember my first rock song..........

...his is The CopyRight of Jeff Buckley - Hallelujah Lyrics belongs to the writer or performer of Jeff Buckley - Hallelujah any copyin......

i heard there was a secret chord
that david played and it pleased the lord
but you don't really care for music, do you
well it goes like this the fourth, the fifth
the minor fall and the major lift
the baffled king composing hallelujah

hallelujah...

well your faith was strong but you needed proof
you saw her bathing on the roof
her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
and from your lips she drew the hallelujah

hallelujah...

baby i've been here before
i've seen this room and i've walked this floor
i used to live alone before i knew you
i've seen your flag on the marble arch
but love is not a victory march
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

hallelujah...

well there was a time when you let me know
what's really going on below
but now you never show that to me do you
but remember when i moved in you
and the holy dove was moving too
and every breath we drew was hallelujah

well, maybe there's a god above
but all i've ever learned from love
was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
it's not a cry that you hear at night
it's not somebody who's seen the light
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

hallelujah...

self Floccinaucinihilipilification

(Fade to black running in excessive volume)

I do not know why this bloody number is given so much importance.....

"Cmere hey ! Hey!!
That's Rachel....she's the one who used to live here
Might as well be honest with you....we love her
But we cant have her
I really miss her"

- Joey to a shaggy dog

My hundredth post......The centurion

I would like to blame the ppl who caused me to write this blog in the first place, for it to have reached such a "golden" state.........How dare you mess with my life???!?! (Griz is already going bonkers by now reading all this)

Especially you, you, you and you of course you bitch !

By this time, my faithful readers will have ascertained and or or or and or and or guessed (correctly) that mr li's ( that is me) joie de vivre is at an alltime low......

As my mind floats between homely issues, officely issues and other issues (there always HAVE to be some issues pah! ) and i land on the thought focused on confirming that query of yours (stated above), I will say the following words : "That bitch shudnt have....huh? what?! Oh yeah...yes yes you are right"

Being a man
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Recently I learnt that men have higher powers of controlling their emotions and not brooding about something and not making a big deal of something......They also are, apparently, lucky to be born as men ! Cos they have so many advantages ante !! I've also heard men being portrayed as almost close to heartless creatures (not possessing the ability to feel much)

The line that punched me aka the punch line ---->

I was also told recently to "control my feelings and be a man"


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"........He looked at her as she carried on doing her usual work, her typing and gathering her stuff as she prepared to leave for lunch..... HOW ?! How could she not understand what went on in his mind? Inside his heart?! Cos if she knew, then it would seem miraculous, her words and her actions.....But then again, his emotions were not of an ordinary nature were they? Some would call them foolish, but he couldn't help being, thinking ...... FEELING the way he felt..... And caught between his feelings/desire and reality, which sadly were in conflict in his case, and painfully aware of both but not at the same time (AAHA!), he toiled.....he continued to toil

.....And as he thought of how the words, the exact same words above could someday make good reading material to some ppl, he came out of his evening based reverie and thought again abt that sharp pain in his heart/chest...... And focused again on his work.....Without success, needless to say................"

To live is to die playing now..............Just pierces you, nothing short, that song does, especially the slow part in the middle !

Ashte .... saakaythu, saturation

Turn the page murali
Malko hogu muchkondu....

No time to think abt subjects n all

Bekittaaaa?

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeekitta????

Wise man once said "Know your role and shut your mouth, jebroni!"

Hear hear ! I'd pay to have that repeat in the innards of my inner brain forever for some time(contradiction kaansta?)......

Rudity ginta, ninage indu sikkida ondu vaakya, adrallidda nija ninnanna chakita golisithu magane ! tathaasthu anta devaru kotta vara anta muchkondu itko ! ninge olledu.......

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I ate mangoes of my house today !! For the uninitiated, there groweth a mango tree in the back of my house's backside....... We, thru learned sources, found out that by plucking the fruits in the kaayi stage, and storing them in baskets filled with hullu, the fruits will ripen and we shall be able to enjoy successfully and ably the sweet old mango king of all fruits

All kidding aside, the one person whose facial expression and gleam in the e.(this is wodehouse style....he just cant write "eye" there....he has to write e.) just are inescapable and non-erasable from my head is my good ol bro ! how he would've liked to get his molars and canines into one of these juicy babies, only him and me know (Padma, is THIS right english?!?!?!?)

A toast to you, oh brother, every mango vaate i squish and squeeze from now on shall be in ur name !!

My hp bag containing food

............is what I went back for to the site of the calamity (In a very, VERY short description of what happened, there was an accident caused by me due to "dangerous driving" on JC road this monday)

The main (and only)point I would like to make here is :

There is atleast one cocksucking motherfucker auto driver (oh sorry, "bastard") in Bangalore, who when offered twenty two rupees fifty paise against a meter of twenty three rupees,in a moment of crisis (he knows abt the crisis ) refuses to oblige as a human being and shows his ugly inner side by asking for twenty five rupees

God does have a sense of humour
- Col Frank Slade, Scent of a Woman

Circumlocution

Today's saying of high value : "Maatu nudidare hoythu, muttu odidare hoythu"

( Words if spoken are gone, pearls if broken are gone)

Nailed in my head
From my creator
You gave me a life now
Show me how to live


So I dub me unforgiven........

Ppl have told me I talk a lot.....Ppl have called me goofy, stupid, irritating (Did i miss anything?)
I just used to shrug them off to believe in myself and my identity (refer to prev post for good qurt qobain quote)

Now, its time to take some time off

P.S : Circumlocution avoids circumlocution

No change I cant change I cant change

I cant be him
I cant do that (Right now)

The point is maybe, I needn't....I shoudln't........

Even if i did, it would make no difference.....

Hence :

Two things more are supposed to be reported here :

........D'you know you know I love you so
You know I love you so........

........D'you know for you i bleed myself dry
For you i bleed myself dry........

AND

Wanting to be someone else is a waste of the person you are.