Floyd back? Our prayers answered?

Ok! So I wake up and skim through the newspaper and Page 20 of the Times of India brings out a terrific news! Correction! One of THE NEWS of the day! Floyd planning to reunite.... Floyd plan to resolve their differences and plan for a concert in memory of their founder member Syd Barret! (Barret died earlier this month). Now Syd was friends with Roger Waters and David Gilmore both, though he formed the Pink Floyd Sound with Waters and rest, he was Gilmore's classmate and so his friend. All in all, his death has given us a hope that these legends might re-unite! Time for celebrations?

sleeping in blog.. i mean.. bloggin in sleep :P

I hate to sleep! I really wish I was an insomniac like Abby! So much fun it would be! Stay awake the entire day, not get tired at all, not feel the need for sleep, just keep working. Sleeping is unproductive. Sleep refrains me from enjoying the life. Sleep makes me miss life. I wanna stay awake all life long, and then I would feel like I've lived! But that just doesn't happen! I get tired and just fall asleep, be it in trains, buses; and be it when I'm sitting or standing or walking!! I peacefully rest my heavy head on my neighbor’s shoulder and doze off to sleep. But 98.77% of my neighbors hate this and rudely wake me up (talk about selfishness) or say something like "Boss.. kya?" And after this, 97.31% times I just say "Sorry" and place my head on their shoulders again. Now 77.81% people just push aside the extra burden off their shoulders and either get up or use "fuck off"s in the "decentest" manner possible! Rest just let me be! (Talk about determination)!

I hate love! There used to be a time when I just slept for 2 hours, but in those days I was in "LOVE".. yuck.. so basically I was wasting time. Even love is waste of time. By love I meant the Romeo-Juliet love okay! What the "fuck" do people do when in love? Half the time goes in consoling and comforting and cuddling and hugging and hanging out and sleeping around and .. whateva.. half the time just gets wasted. Basically one loses one's head when in love! One ends up wasting time when in love! Finally this love does end one day, if not due to betrayal, misunderstanding or numerous other stupid shitty lover's reasons, death tears them apart! And then the surviving lover or the affected lover suffers and again he/she wastes time by lingering in the ol' times and times when "life was fun or beautiful or real" or simply when life felt like life (any fucking unproductive shit like that); thus making the current life miserable! Some weirdos even end their life cause they feel "love is life or life is love" ..grrrrrr!!! (courtesy cinema and television)! All in all, life is wasted, life remains unproductive, nothing is achieved, the reason for which we started breathing the oxygen remains unsearched and nirvana cannot be attained! So moral of the story: Love is waste of time too. It brings misery and only misery and we end up wasting our life in love!

I hate money! Money makes us selfish and money buys us all the earthly desires! It makes Satan smile. Money was invented by Satan. It's his "gift" to mankind! I dare you to defy me! We end up wasting time buying and enjoying and craving for earthly desires for which we need and therefore earn money. Thus all work we do for earning money is finally waste of time! So even this work we do in order to better our lives is actually a waste of time and totally unproductive!

I hate blogspot! It is utter waste of time. Since the day I've started blogging, I spend at least 2 hours everyday in thinking I should write up something or reading other's works! So again I make my life unproductive!

Ok! So now analysing my drunkard thoughts: All that we've done so far and all that we plan to do in future is waste of time and unproductive in nature! So we all are living a wasted life! Enjoy the wasting people! Cheers! :P

Floyd!

Two years ago I claimed "Pink Floyd sing lullabys" and Tanny and Sundy used to be all GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR on me. They took that as a personal insult. I used to tell them, "Guys, nothing and no one above Metallica!" "That is because you haven't heard Floyd sucker" used to be a quick shot decent Tanny reply. Sundy is more like me "Fuck you chut(cunt)! You dont know music. Floyd define music. The high you get from listening to that head banging shit is nothing as compared to that you'll get on listening to Floyd! And lullabys.. my ass"! I still paid no heed. Tanny bhai made me download "Hey you" so as to impress me with the guitar solo. I'd always loved "Comfortably numb" but that was the only work I'd liked of Floyd till then. Tanny then tried to impress me with lyrics of "Brain Damage" and screamed the meaning of what Roger Waters was painfully singing in "The Wall" album into my deaf ears! I still stayed sincere to Metallica.

Enter my first Scotch!

So Sundy heard I've never tasted alcohol and I was 20. He felt disgusted to call me his friend.. hehe.. so home he takes me and offers me my first drink. He gave me Scotch from his dad's cupboard and I gulped the 30 ml thing in one go. Now agreed no one gets high in one shot. But then reasons like: It was my first shot and so I WANTED 2 feel high and 30 ml of scotch does give oneself a kick if taken in one go (or so Sundy made me believe) - all added up in giving me a nice kick in some 10 minutes (remember whisky and scotch kick in late.. or so is my experience). So yeah! I said I have to go home now cause mom would be reaching in some 15 minutes and if I go to Sundy's place, chances are I end up staying there, which that day mom wouldn't have allowed as exams were round the corner (bloody law). So while I was hurrying towards the door, I heard some amazing guitar solo being played on Sundy's PC. Now I dunno if it was the post-Scotch effect or simply the Floyd-effect (which I can now confirm was Floyd-effect) but that solo was just kicking in! I was stunned on hearing it. There was something different about it. (Okay, for people who don't know me, the moment I start listening to good guitar solos, I just lose my mind. I dont know what gets into me, just that my eyes close and I am in a totally different world. To see a demo of what I mean, just spy on me when I'm travelling by myself in a train. With the iPod plugged in my ears, you can see me head banging and actually singing these solos). So yeah, this particular guitar solo was so freakin hauting that I just stopped at the door and kept all mum. (I didn't realise Sundy's evil smile then). "That was High Hopes for you" Sundy spoke. "Fuckkkkk!" was my immediate response. "Yes my friend. Welcome to the world of Pink Floyd". And my journey to becoming a Floydian had begun!

This blog I dedicate to Pink Floyd! THE BEST BAND I've ever heard! It is extremely difficult for me to say why Floyd! I mean if you say "So you like Psychedelic eh!" My answer would be a straight "NO. Just Floyd." I've heard psychedelic bands like Deep Purple, Flaming Lips and they are all great. They are amazing no doubt, but something about Floyd is just so different! Their music just takes me to some other world. It takes my mind to a state which is just so beautiful. I never wanna get outta that state. I feel neither happiness nor sorrow. There is no more anger and frustration left. Basically the emotions just die away! It's the ultimate peaceful state, it is a different kinda kick I get when I switch on Floyd! My mind just leaves behind all those earthly worries, everything and takes me to this different plane! The best guitar pieces I've ever heard, and the haunting vocals of both - David Gilmore and Roger Waters! The intelligent music, lyrics and overall production of albums by the great Waters, the outstanding keyboard play by Rick Wright! Floyd rules now! 2 years now and I'm so committed to Floyd! You see my PC wallpapers, you'll find Floyd, you see my cell phone and you'll find Floyd, you check my profiles, Floyd again! It's like Floyd have taken over me! Here are the list of songs that I feel are Floyd's best creation till date:

a great day for freedom
another brick in the wall (all 3 parts)
brain damage
breathe
careful with the axe euguene
comfortably numb
coming back to life
eclipse
have a cigar
hey you
high hopes
is there anybody out there
mother
mudmen
nobody home
pigs on the wing
run like hell
shine on you crazy diamond
sorrow
the final cut
the great gig in the sky
the gunners dream
time
us and them
vera
welcome to the machine
wish you were here
your possible pasts

Floyd! They rock! Floydian music is something that I cannot explain. I fail to find words. I think it is just one of those things that you just have to experience yourself to understand!

How I wish they never broke up! They were just so awesome together! C'mon Waters and Gilmore and Wright.. make up.. you dunno how sad I feel on reading your break-up stories. (I cry more for their break up story than my own personal one :P) And then the way you guys bitched against each other! C'mon man! A decade of friendship can't be just erased! Guys! We want you back so so so badly! There's no one better than you! Ah well.. if only my voice reaches you.. if only us million Floydians could reach you and you heard us, may be then you would care! Shine on you crazy diamond(s)! :)

bad morning

I'm all grrrrrrrrrrrrrr right now! Damn it! Since 7 freakin days I had something in mind. I wanted to put up something stupid on this blogspot but it was either the freakin blogger.com that failed to open or my work that came in my way, and if both weren't a problem then there had to be some jerks lingering around me refraining me from thinking or typing in peace. So today I woke up at 5 am so I post SOMETHING here. I was so fucking desperate to put up the 3 blogs that I had in mind, but it had to happen! My brains had to desert me right then! My thoughts had to stop flowing right then! I just wasn't able to find no right words. I wanted to type something funny (now I know some of you will say, "Duh! You and funny! Dude! Serious? Since when?") But then my midle finger would quietly go up to those suckers and I would still type in what "I" feel is funny. Okay agreed it's not rib-tickling funny, nor is it something that will make a dying man die laughing. I'ts not even intellectually challenging (frankly 'cause I lack that kinda intellect). It's just plain dumb funny. It is total sarcasm which, of all people, makes the most important "ME" smile! And that's so bloody important! (hate to admit it, but that's all that matters. And accept it you suckers that it's the case with you too!) But no! Today when I sacrifised my precious 2 hours of sleep so I could type in some shit, I had to be at loss of words! I had to be all blank! I had to end up staring at the white blank screen and finally end up playing my guitar in THE WORST possible manner making me even more frustrated. I am so goddamned frustrated right now that if you give me a gun, I would probably end up shooting YOU! Grrrrr... What the hell! I mean why? Just fucking WHY? To an extent I blame that sucker Marc for my failure to come out with right thoughts. Damn it! I just asked for an advice as to how and where I should improve my writing and he ended up crucifying my so-called "originality". He told me to cut down my "fucks" and "shits". My ass is gonna do that now! I don't mind if I'm too predictable, I see it as being consistent :P. Without the everyday swears how the hell will it look like it's coming straight from the heart? I mean look around you - about 97.57% people are frustrated and all of them are just saying or are on the verge of saying a "Fuck you"! It is there on everyone's tongue. Then why not in my written works? Just so it becomes "readable"? What kinda nonsense is that? Now don't act up all "nice" and so-called "decent" and tell me you never swear at anyone. I will then be forced to say "FUCK YOU"! Don't tell me you've never used the F- word or never even thought of it! Balls man! You try ta sell that crap to someone else okay! Not to me! I know how ugly you are within! There's not much difference between me and you; just the fact that I project it whereas you hide it! Curse you man for being such a hypocrit! You really should be ashamed of yourself for faking this "innocence" all life long! Be what you are and be proud of who you are! If you fuckin' feel too embarassed to do that then just go die! Because anyway you are living a fake life. Showing a fake clean face when you yourself know how dirty you are within! That is sick okay! So yeah Marc, getting back to the point, I won't curb "my style" 'cause frankly it's not even my style, it's EVERYONE's style and modifying it simply restricts my flow, it just arrests my thoughts. So no more trying to write the "nice and decent" way. It's all gonna be my way. If people like it then I'm happy. Good for them too. If people don't then they may kindly fuck off! I forgive them :P.. grrrrrrrr...

MARC: Thank you dude! You tried to help. You did give me your suggestion so as to make me better. But trust me man, it just fucks up everything. Never in my life have I taken more than 15 minutes to write down my thoughts and today it took me 2 hours and still I wasn't able to express myself. My writings just never seemed complete! So I just ended up wasting time I had and nothing good (except this post propbably) came out of it. Nothing against you my brother! You did try to help me, but the adamant and arrogant me just wanna stay the same! :) Peace eh! Love ya man! See ya!

Equilibrium

That was a nasty dash! I mean if I can make a 90+ kg female fall on her face, it just has to be a nasty one! But not that I didn't suffer the crash; I was pushed back and landed on my back, just millimetres away from the 2 floor stariway! Therefore instead of a normal "bastard", I heard "be careful young man" from the "fallen" woman! The sympathy was more towards my physical state than my "downfall". She saw the sweat running down my face as I tried to catch my breath. Twice I tried to lift myself up but twice I fell to the ground. Before anyone could lend me a helping hand I forced myself to my feet and after a super-quick sorry to the lady, I rushed again to get hold of my LOVE! After a long 8-month wait, today I wanted to feel her and this was desperation at it's peak!

After "I don't care, I have to leave right away cause my guitar is ready and I need it and that's all I care" to my boss, and rush to the guitar guy with a blank cheque - which was cruelly denied because of a duped past experience - so a dash to the nearest bank during its closing seconds and mindless pleading with "absence-of-glycerine" tears to withdraw the required amount using a crossed cheque - in short conning the banker - and then bringing down the lady plus the most important "myself", and collapsing in front of the guitar guy's door on hitting the doorbell, my prima love - the sexy black coloured GB&A pro semi-acoustic smooth sounding guitar was in my arms all ready to be played! With the "owner's pride" smile, I started on my way home. I then had the urge to call my best pal to tell her my love is with me. Then it all started!

"Life is fair?" we all ask, and it was July the 14th 2006 that proved how fair life is! No - am not being the usual sarcastic me here! Looking at the incidents from a third eye, it was crystal clear that life is fucking fair!

After 3 days of handicapped life, my cell phone was back - completing the incomplete and that was a terrific news! After 8 months of long wait and 2 months of savings, my guitar had finally arrived and this was one of THE BEST news EVER to me! But then laws of nature were affected and God said, "Hey dude! Let's play!"

So "Our law results are out" was what my friend told me and burst into tears. The super-confident me told her to be calm and said "Don't worry sweets, you will get through. "I got first class you jerk" was the quick shot reply! Now I fail to understand how that makes anyone sob AT ALL! I mean you get a first class - you don't waste time crying mate! You catch some transport, make a few calls and you land at the nearest bar to celebrate! But the day I understand the working of a female brain, that will be the day I will cry! (Sarcasm you fucking idiots!) So yeah! I went home and as I was about to unzip my baby's clothings God said, "Dude, check your results first and then we may play 'my friend of misery' mate, what say?" (For those dumbfucks who don't know metallica, they wouldn't know "my friend of misery" either). But I never knew I would be the dumbfuck here! So I zipped her back and headed to check my results. Now I was confident as hell here! Three semesters I had come out clean. Agreed this wasn't that great an exam I had written but considering the state I had given the exam in, a failing in 2 papers was kinda self-excused! But that would mean I would still reach the final year! So the proud me stepped before the charts and well - every man expects the best out of him - so me first stands before the list showing "first class" graders and expectedly I didn't find me. "Hehe.. High hopes I tought" and the supremely confident me unlocked the keypads of my cell to make a call home as I started my search in the second class list. I just had to enter "Dial" now. But then after 10 minutes (2 minutes really) of frantic search, with a tinge of disappointed me moved on to Pass Class List. "Hmm.. So I have got a KT it seems" as my name didn't appear in that list either. Moving on I checked the KT list. And then God said "Sorry dude! But law of nature comes into play here. I have to maintain the law of equilibrium. Two best things in cell and guitar you got today. Well just one bad news, you have to repeat the year. See ya man." After a silent goodbye I was left wondering HOW? I mean it just has happened? HOW? No reply as expected. Sat on my scooter and headed home. Opened my guitar and strummed "Wish you were here". Well wish you were here!