ha!!! how could i miss this

right now!!!!

death magnetic

fyi: this is perfection. every second, every note, every lyric - this is a sixty seven minute orgasm.

rick rubin.
rick rubin!
rick rubin!!!

RICK FUCKIN RUBIN MAN!!!!!

the same rubin who has produced albums for shakira, justin timberlake, run dmc and ll coolj.

er.

it's the same rubin who has produced albums for slayer, RATM, RHCP, audioslave and danzig.

metal up yer fucking ass!!!!

mambo number five

although it’s an impossible task to come up with top five type thingys, it’s a fun thing to do on a boring tuesday afternoon.

top five most heard songs of all time

1) coldplay- scientist
2) black sabbath- paranoid
3) metallica- no leaf clover
4) pink floyd- high hopes
5) oasis- force of nature tied with led zeppelin- stairway to heaven

top five feel good/ cheer me up/ anti depressant songs of all time

1) dido- slide
2) simon and garfunkel- it’s a hazy shade of winter
3) the verve- velvet morning
4) ratm- killing in the name of
5) beach boys- california dreaming tied with the animals-it's my life

top five feel like shit/ life sucks/ depressing songs of all time

1) radio head- how to disappear completely
2) travis- why does it always rain on me
3) requiem for a dream soundtrack
4) ozzy- dreamer
5) matchbox twenty- unwell tied with metallica- king nothing

top five funniest songs of all time

1) frank zappa- catholic girls
2) steve vai- fuck yourself
3) george thorogood and the destroyers - one bourbon, one scotch, one beer
4) alice cooper- devils food
5) ehite stripes- fell in love with a girl

top five chick songs

1) bjork- human behavior
2) heart- crazy on you.
3) tori amos- spark
4) suzanne vega- tom’s diner
5) karunesh- punjab tied with aimee mann- one

top five romantic songs of all time

1) the cult- painted on my heart
2) blue oyster cult- burning for you
3) peter frampton- baby, i love your way
4) white snake- is this love
5) van morrison- moon dance

top five songs with the coolest names:

1) rob halford- silent screams
2) iggy pop- lust for life
3) metallica- carpe diem baby
4) stillwater - mindbender.
5) sentenced- bleed in my arms

top five all time favorite songs:

1) blue oyster cult- don’t fear the reaper
2) metallica- unforgiven
3) iron maiden- troopers
4) rainbow- temple of the king
5) the doors- the end

top five covers of all time:

1) metallica- turn the page
2) johnny cash- hurt
3) cradle of filth- hallowed be thy name.
4) pearl Jam- last kiss
5) korn- another brick in the wall

top five songs that have special significance:

1) oasis- wonder wall
2) guns and roses- november rain
3) duran duran- come undone
4) inxs – after glow
5) white snake- eings on the storm

irrespective of how hastily this list was made, ten years down the line, when i will read this post i will remember that there is no greater way of feeling happy on a boring monday night than to make a ‘top five all time’ list of your music.

considering i was quite happy prior to making the list, this short exercise has been such a mood enhancer, right now, i just want to lock myself in my room for another 3 days and listen to all those songs/bands that i have forgotten about.
fuck! i feel so so so good. there is no greater therapy than music.

ZZzzzzzzzz.......

you can sleep peacefully like a baby when you.......

• stay up all night and listen to massive attack/ coldplay/ supertramp and watch some 1221321 episodes of batman: beyond
• take an early morning walk to the nearest hill and get a good look at how astonishingly beautiful bangalore is.
• have vada sambar with filter coffee for breakfast
• sleep for 5 minutes in an empty bath tub
• stand under the hot shower for some 15 minutes
• go on a aimless bike ride
  
• while you are at it, abuse a auto driver or two
• have your mother cook your favorite dish, eat outside and then face her wrath.
• take the car out for a spin and go speed crazy whilst listening to kylie minogue on the radio.
  
• abuse more auto-drivers
• make peace with your mother and eat the afternoon’s preparations for dinner
  
• while you are at it, make her happy by cleaning the kitchen
• put up a blog
  
• put on the fan to full speed, strip to your boxer shorts and wrap yourself in a 12321412 inch blanket
• smile and submit yourself to hypnos.

damn pissed!!!!

when you ask your friend his age, he says, “the number you get after subtracting four times the square of my age from two times your age will be thrice your age” 
whats his age? 

if some friend of mine said this, i would look around for a baseball bat. on its non-availability, i would poke him in the eye and then kick him in the shin with my pointed leather shoes and then i would kick him in the crotch with my knee.

i would then look down at the figure crawling at my feet and say

“go fuck yourself, you fucking genius.....why can’t you fucking answer a straight question without displaying your extreme intelligence”

fucking aptitude tests....i fucking hate them.

wow i wish i could see the world burn right now.

 
bastards....

semi charmed life!!

out of nowhere, i am feeling creative, right now, i want to say a million brilliant things but instead i gulp down a shot of reality and drag myself to bed. 

there is nothing brilliant to say, there is nothing brilliant to do. 

just nothingness. 

tomorrow waits for me eagerly on the other side of this night,fuck! what a drag. 

i want to get lost, i want to disappear, i want to get away from everything that i love, i want to stand on the edge of this world for a minute or two and then, i want to jump. i want out. 

batman

sometime back while watching the justice league, batman is up against a mind controlling psycho super villain. batman is lying on the floor completely drugged and the super villain goes on and on mind fucking batman, the super villain kneels down in front of batman and says

“batman you are not like the other members of the justice league, they all have superpowers where as you don’t have any, you are just a troubled kid in a funny bat suite” 

batman looks up, stares at the super villain in the face and says (in that absolutely menacing voice), “you are wrong, i have a superpower, i never give up” 

ahoy.

what man!

i am feeling pretty uninspired today so i google image search “inspire me”.  this is the first picture that showed up.  cheesy.

nerd alert*

i have one question?

if f of x is less than or equal to f of x naught multiplied by the coefficient of mu, are we saying that mu is less than one?

easy to follow directions. dig it.

aaawwwww

who's afraid of Virginia Woolf????

"there is probably some irony in there, i'm just not drunk enough to find out!" 

no, no, no, no, no, no.....

don't or i will die!!!!!

freak

i went to dinner on tuesday night with some good friends and as we were leaving, payal started to get emotional because she was drunk and overwhelmed with some thoughts. when we got to the valet, she was semi-sobbing and the two dudes running the stand looked at her like she was crazy pf something.

"i know what you're thinking, but i'm crying because i'm pregnant and i'm getting an abortion in the morning!"

after the shocked registered in their faces, we burst out laughing between and totally in tears she and said "haha! i'm just kidding. i'm just drunk and emotional!"

then we got in the car and left, pretty much.

on a scale of one to ten, I would say it was about "awesome".

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think

exo's\\\\\yeah you the readers//// .........how about...........

..............making
.........................porn
................................and
.....................................freeing
..............................................tibet!!!!!!

think about and let me know

he offers
a handshake
crooked
five fingers
they form a pattern
yet to be matched

on the surface simplicity
but the darkest pit in me
it's pagan poetry
pagan poetry

.............bjork pagan poetry

ode to!!!!!

you came with silent footfalls.

i was afraid that you wouldn’t make it this year.

how foolish of me like as always. in the last week of november, temperatures fell abruptly, the air acquired an edge to it and there you were, winter.

i’ve missed you. since we last parted a particularly cruel summer has broken much of my spirit.

the rains did nurture me for a while but i was staring out of my windows waiting for you, frost queen, my best friend. now that you’re going to be here, things will be ok again.

i can smile to myself when you run your icy fingers through my hair. i will laugh when you make me shudder as you lay an unexpected hand over the back of my neck.

you will bring that air of expectancy with you, as always. i have no words to describe that almost supernatural awe you fill me with.

the two of us will lie with bated breath, not moving, just thinking. how lovely, those frigid hours spent brooding. how sweet the silence as we contemplate each other.

must you go as quickly as you came?

summer is a bitch. even as would rejoice in each other’s company, she would lie over southern skies, sharpening her claws, preparing for her reign of terror in the coming months.

and reign she will, without mercy or compassion, slowly draining me. my mind will be addled in the heat, my body damp with slimy sweat. there will be no respite. through the dog day afternoons of march to may, i must meet her unblinking gaze and suffocate in her crushing embrace.

but she is not yet here so let’s make the best of things. the nights are still long and cold, the mornings bleak. your friends, leaden sky and chill wind, would be with us.

my mind has never felt clearer, my senses never heightened thus. there is still that bite in the air that will lengthen my stride and hasten my walk.

this is the season of thought, of actions, of repercussions and best of all, of solitude.
the time to reflect and take stock is upon us.

raise the drawbridge, fill up the moat.
from hereon in, it’s just you and me, babe.
how ‘bout it?

a kind of magic!!!!!!!

the lights went out and it was then that i realized how much i’d been longing for this moment.

i’m just sitting there, waiting to be entertained and trying to relax and yet, in spite of myself, i’m straining forward intently, peering into the darkness, wondering about what is going to unfold in the next hour or so. i suspect i wasn’t the only one either.

somehow that darkness has a way of fusing each and every member of the audience into one large organism. an expectant hush envelops us and we wait impatiently – fidgeting in our seats, clearing our throats, three hundred pairs of eyes focused on the stage.

let there be light.

a small area of the stage is slowly illuminated. this is a spectacle in itself. the light just slowly seeps into the darkness, uncovering a very small area of the stage, revealing a hazy form that crystallizes into one of the actors.

three hundred jaws drop in one synchronized motion to the floor.

let there be sound.

the first lines are spoken and then you know that the sucker punch has been delivered. there is simply no turning back.

so, this is what alice felt as she fell through the rabbit-hole.

thanks suds!!!!

bohemian rhapsody

i’m a path of cinders burning under your feet

you’re the one who walks me; i’m your one way street

-bjork.

the land between the swamp of pop and the jagged cliffs of electronica, it is her kingdom.

i shifted my backpack so that its weight would rest easier on my frail shoulders. the backpack is heavy, the manual of rock music aficionados accounting for almost all of its weight. the manual contains all the rules that you are expected to follow as a Rock Fan.

rule #1 : Thou Shalt Not Appreciate Any Music That Is Not Guitar-and Drums Based.. bollocks!

and as i reached the end of my journey, weak and weary, i waited for her to sing to me.

she is a girl in a pretty white frock standing in the middle of a meadow.

she is the approaching roar of a world war 2 aircraft.

she is the evil grin on the pilot’s face as he presses down on the triggers.

she is the round of ammunition that screams across the sky and blows the girl in the white dress into a million pieces.

she is the blade of grass that bends in the wake of the plane.

she is the beautiful beast.

bjork, why do i love you so?

“if you forget my name, you’ll go astray…like a killer whale trapped in a bay”.

ISO 9001:2000 Internal Auditor

it came in the mail and it is official now – i’m a qualified ISO 9001:2000 Internal Auditor.

as i ripped open the envelope i must confess to my heart performing one of keith moon’s faster drum rolls in my rib cage.

much as i abhor self-congratulation (more due to an unshakable fear of tempting fate than modesty), i couldn’t resist a fist-pump and a mental ‘come on!’ as my eyes fell on the ‘certificate of completion’ bit.

it was a nice moment - but not quite the super-orgasm i had always imagined it to be. i’m as weary as I am relieved.

what is tragic, comic, ironic and just plain damn icky is that the occasion is going to go by without so much as a single drop of alcohol being consumed. happiness once used to come in multiples of thirty and we used to get shitfaced over no reason at all and for good or bad those days are all over. hmmm.

while my eyes aren’t getting moist, my mouth is certainly going dry.

why so SERIOUS!!!!!!