#25

I've been on a bit of a self imposed lockdown for the last two months.. Exams and what not.. but im finally free.. and determined to check off the remaining items on my little list.. starting with.....
#25 Quit my job and take a year off.. I've now been unemployed for two and a half months.. my savings are down to virtually nothing but im happier than i've been in the last 4 years where those slave drivers used to make every day of my life a living hell.. check one more off the list.. :)

That old familiar sting..

Now that most of the furniture from my room's moved to my new place, i've been studying in my Grandmother's room.. Well.. My grandmother's old room.. Its been more than a year and i still half expect to look up and see her sitting in her chair, rummaging through a drawer full of assorted medicines.. Or reading a book, humming softly to herself.. Or watching a saas bahu soap on tv and getting so totally involved that she starts calling the vamp names..
The soft wrinkled skin on the back of her hands.. The peaceful smile that lingered on her face even as we carried her the final time..
I miss her.. I miss her kind eyes.. And her eternal mothering attitude.. And how she always had my back in little spats i had with the rest of the family..
I remember this one time in college when my father was after my case to get a haircut.. My floppy long hair had been a source of argument for days.. After a particularly loud yelling match with dad, i stormed into her room rather upset.. She barely asked me what was wrong before i was pouring out my strong sense of injustice at my dad's prejudice to my awesomely cool long hair.. i remember her smiling and without a word rummaging through her cupboard for a while to find an old fading picture of my dad's graduation day.. With him sporting the very fashionable long floppy 70's style haircut.. :) she told me with a little chuckle to show him the picture next time he says anything..
I miss you Amma.. I miss your stories and your laugh.. And your little sarcastic jokes about baywatch.. I miss your strength and your uncanny ability to make me believe in myself.. Thank you for always loving me more than i could even comprehend.. You will always be in my heart..

Hallelujah..

I did my best, It wasnt much
I couldnt feel so I tried to touch
I told the truth, didnt come all this way just to fool ya..
And even though it all went wrong
I'll stand before the lord of song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah..

All the best, i hope you find what you're looking for...

#21

Thank You MS, NR and SA.. with a very out of tune Rockstar, #21... DONE

Rockstar - Nickelback

I'm through with standin' in lines to clubs I'll never get in
It's like the bottom of the ninth and I'm never gonna win
This life hasn't turned out
Quite the way I want it to be
(Tell me what you want)

I want a brand new house on an episode of Cribs
And a bathroom I can play baseball in
And a king size tub
Big enough for ten plus me
(Yeah, so what you need?)

I need a a credit card that's got no limit
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Gonna join the mile high club
At thirty-seven thousand feet
(Been there, done that)

I want a new tour bus full of old guitars
My own star on Hollywood Boulevard
Somewhere between Cher
And James Dean is fine for me
(So how you gonna do it?)

I'm gonna trade this life
For fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair
And change my name

'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses, drivin' fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat

And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny with her bleach blond hair

And well, hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar

I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels
Hire eight body guards that love to beat up assholes
Sign a couple autographs
So I can eat my meals for free
(I'll have the quesadilla, ha, ha)

I'm gonna dress my ass with the latest fashion
Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion
Gonna date a centerfold that loves
To blow my money for me
(So how you gonna do it?)

I'm gonna trade this life
For fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair
And change my name

'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses, drivin' fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat

And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny with her bleach blond hair

And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary of today's who's who
They'll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial

Well, hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar

I'm gonna sing those songs that offend the censors
Gonna pop my pills from a Pez dispenser
Get washed-up singers writin' all my songs
Lipsynk 'em every night so I don't get 'em wrong

Well, we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses, drivin' fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat

And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny with her bleach blond hair

And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary of today's who's who
They'll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial

Well, hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar

#4

Date : 19 January 2011
Time : 0130 hours
Location : ITO

A young Air Force Corporal is involved in a nasty motorcycle accident. Damage; a shattered knee.
One makeshift knee brace (tree branches, firewood, a handkerchief and some rope).
One slow drive to the nearest MH.
#4.. Done..

Bottleneck Blues

The morning sun rises, and sets in turn

While the smoke rings still spiral and the paper still burns

I’m dreaming a while of when the levee broke

And scrounging a bottle, a guitar, a smoke

Watered down whiskey is like fading desire

I’d say I’m okay, but it’ll make me a liar

We’ve been screaming for years, been a while since we spoke

I’ll lean on a bottle, a guitar, a smoke

I’m strung up and crazy and speaking in tongues

And childish and stuck up and forever young

And doped up and washed up and worthless and broke

Sold it all for a bottle, a guitar, a smoke

I sing myself hoarse just to drown out the sound

Oh please don’t come looking, I won’t be around

I’ll seamlessly blend in with those gentle folk

Who live on a bottle, a guitar, a smoke

I’m thumbing my way to the next nameless town

To the next faceless lady who won’t turn me down

Our hands intertwined, the fires we’ll stoke

Then cry, sharing a bottle, a guitar, a smoke

I live life in tatters, I’m dressed up in rags

Keep singing my anthems and waving my flags

While I keep reliving the same sorry joke

‘bout the man with a bottle, a guitar, a smoke.

Do not go gentle into that good night..

Two very different pieces of verse.. one very common theme..

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rage at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dare you to move..

Welcome to the planet
Welcome to existence

Everyone's here

Everyone's here

Everybody's watching you now

Everybody waits for you now

What happens next?

What happens next?

I dare you to move

I dare you to move

I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor

I dare you to move

I dare you to move

Like today never happened

Today never happened before

Welcome to the fallout

Welcome to resistance

The tension is here

The tension is here

Between who you are and who you could be

Between how it is and how it should be

I dare you to move

I dare you to move

I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor

I dare you to move

I dare you to move

Like today never happened

Today never happened

Maybe redemption has stories to tell

Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell

Where can you run to escape from yourself?

Where you gonna go?

Where you gonna go?

Salvation is here

I dare you to move

I dare you to move

I dare you to lift yourself, to lift yourself up off the floor

I dare you to move

I dare you to move

Like today never happened

Today never happened

Today never happened

Today never happened before