Limo Wreck

Harsh drama lays to ruin
Soul scatter run adry
Adrift on the waters of doubt
Self service night eternal desperate flight
Long ago scene anarcho
Walk the plank, cross the line
Lay to waste Operation Mindcrime
Insane halls of pleasured principles
Lies the bounty that pushes the greed
Of cheap messiahs and divine messengers
Lathered horses, rabid dogs eat away
Casket of glory soon to fade
Desperation will give you wings
Take the fight to the next monster
Right next door...

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*Have borrowed the title from the Soundgarden song of the same name. Song link below.

Translated from Papa...

The Dancing Earth

Wrapped in a warm, radiant shawl of the Sun

You kissed me when the morn rose

And I gifted it to the breeze

The breeze lightly kissed the sunshine

The trees, the earth, the rocks, the water

And the water cried, “Oh my beloved sky”

The ecstatic sky spoke, “Oh my earth, laden with dreams”

And he showered the shimmering rain of love

At the fairs of Surajkund, virile men painted a picture

On her alluring heart, of a beautiful romance

High in her spirits, all the men and women

Many colours, many rhythms, many tunes

A pilgrimage, my India

Timeless, endless, my dancing Earth

My translation of Dad's work...original work enclosed below.

Original Version

Rodor umxona chador exon meriai

puate tumi muk suma eta dila

hsei sumake moi botahok upohar dilu....

botahe hsei sumake khale rodok

gosok, maatik, xil aru paanik

paaniye kole-aah

o' mur binondia aakax

aakaxe kole- o' mur xopun xuwoni maati

motolia aakax

aakaxe suma pai boroxile mou

piritir rimjhim boroxun

Surajkund'r melat xutham puruxe

aakile ekhon chabi

Surajkund'r rupohi romonir hiyat

nisat maataal Surajkund'r naari-purux

koto rong, koto chando, koto xur

punyatirtha mur Bharatbarxo

anadi anantakal mur nrityarata PRITHIVEE....

Anyway Whatever – a day in the life of Panjim

Part 1: Written – 09 March 2012, sitting on the pavement near a street café in Panjim

Sitting on the sidewalk, reading my newspaper and slowly watching the city come to life is like watching it wake up from a dream.

Goa has colorful people; at least they seem so as they go about their daily, regular lives. Their regularity today is my irregularity. This is a place I have never known before, simply because I’ve never been here, in all these thirty years that I have been alive. I was half expecting to see ‘different’ people in this ‘different’ place – as the picture that I had conjured up in my head. Now as I sit and observe these people, sitting on the steps in front of a shop door on the pavement, I see that my Friday is somewhat different from all my other Fridays. I see old gentlemen, old dogs, young people and aliens. I was dazed when I crawled out of my bus in the morning. Smoking a cigarette, I walked about in the streets; watching a different morning in a different place.

I was thinking Goa like the way I had been conditioned to think Goa. And as I sit here, scribbling in my notebook, I can see the glances that a few curious passersby are turning on me. Some writer, perhaps…seeking himself, or something they wouldn’t know, or perhaps wouldn’t want to know. I have been comfortably sitting on these steps for over an hour now, reading through my paper. Over the course of time, one young boy borrowed two sheets from my notebook, a young man asked me for the ‘classifieds’ page and just now another guy joined me on the steps with a newspaper of his own. To my side is the café where I had had my breakfast, about an hour back. Its doorway serves as somewhat of a discussion center – old chaps discussing things animatedly, and then moving on to their daily lives.

It all sometimes seems strange – how so many things seem to change when regular life situations change. In Bangalore, my mornings are frenetic and confusing; and then they segue into a routine work day. But today, it isn't…

Picture perfect: QT Luong/ www.terragalleria.com 

Hell, it's been long..

Houdini was home.

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Everything Burns

Everything burns: or so says Heath Ledger in ‘The Dark Knight’; but come to think of it, it does seem so. Today, I can honestly say that I have seen bridges burn, hearts burn, souls and thoughts burn, in all these years that I have lived. I have seen love come alive, but I have also seen love die, I have seen hate sow seeds and I have seen children take birth in a hungry and loveless world.

They say love can save you, but it can also break your heart. But it has also been said that love can’t save you from your fate. We all love, we want, we need – sometimes the need leads to ‘fake love’ and sometimes ‘real love’ leads to the need. But somewhere it all turns physical, not the ‘sublime, spiritual, over-the-top’ feeling that ‘peddlers of love goodies’ propagate. As I have come to realize over the course of time, modern-day adult relationships have an acute element of ‘need’ attached to them; we befriend people because they serve a need, we get intimate with others because they serve a need, not to mention the scepter of shallow but ‘important’ professional relationships – I call this ‘pragmatic parasitism’ or ‘suitable sycophancy’.

Our urban existences have become so lifeless and loveless, so difficult, so complex and so plain bizarre. Love has crossed over to the domain of practicality, brought along with it business-like transactional aspects and bound our hearts and souls in ‘reason’; bitter clouds that only bring black rain down to color our thoughts in stygian shades of the misunderstood. Our relationships have become transient, our attitudes have become shallow, being ‘cool’ is more important than being true or original. Being heard is better than listening, being richer is more important than being content, running is more important than catching your breath. No wonder that leaves us all with ample room for guilt, inadequacy and a feeling of not having that ‘something’.

I feel like a fox crying about sour grapes after writing this; talk about lamentations…

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Dog Jew

You will only think about yourself
Just so that no one sees the way I do
Strangers alone do not need to feel welcome
To see me breathing, is not to aid the decay in your’s
See the smell and smell the distrust
Stranger then fiction for sure
If not truer than reality

There is something free
Only if you can buy me out
Of a toy shop that satisfies
An urge to possess or despise
The wealth of the flower
The wealth of another
Leads to deceit of the Dog Jew

The world through the eyes of the failed
Smile at the divine
While the breakdown of wills
Match the tune of murder
All alike, all abide
Beating down the will
Of the Dog Jew

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Caught In A Web

Silence disguised
I watch you
Show me the hurt
that haunts you
would you despise the thrill
If all you hide were mine?

I can't hold on any longer
These feelings keep growing stronger
Echoes that deafen the mind
will bury my voice in their wake

Caught in a Web
Removed from the world
Hanging on by a thread
Spinning the lies
devised in my head

I've seen the path
the one you take
shows the truth
for you to make
This turn of phrase
we might not see
is the thirst of desire
found so easily

Try to push me 'round
the world some more
And make me live in fear
I bare all that I am
made of now
Attractive I don't care
'Cause even when I danced with life
no one was there to share

Does this voice the wounds of your soul?
Does this voice the wounds of your soul?


Caught in a Web
Removed from the world
Hanging on by a thread
Spinning the lies
devised in my head

Tried to live the life
you live and saw
It doesn't work for me
I bare all that I am
made of now
Attractive, I can't be
Inside the Dance of Life is one
I'll never hold to me

You can't heal the wounds of my soul.
You can't heal the wounds of my soul.
Caught in a Web
Removed from the world
Hanging on by a thread
Spinning the lies
devised in my head

Caught in a Web
Refused by the world
Hanging on by a thread
Spinning a cage
Denied and misread

Caught in a Web - Dream Theater

Pretty much communicates the state of my mind now...

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