Hare Krishna.. Hare Ram..

At a recent social event.. dotted with leaf and spin and poker and chili and really really lousy champagne.. one got into a very drunk discussion on religion and society and life and the futility of working towards change.. the following conclusions were reached.. though obvious.. one would still list them down..

• All change is relative.
• All change is inevitable.
• All change is necessary.
• Its easier to see the positives and the possibilities from a vihangam drishti, bird's eye view.
• Its easier to see the negatives and hurdles from a insider's perspective.
• The status quo is the point of greatest negative free energy, ergo point of least potential.
• The status quo is time based and variable.
• The status quo, if disturbed, does not revert back to erstwhile status quo, but finds path of least responsibility to a new and relatively close status quo.
• All views are inherently flawed.
• All perspectives are inherently distorted.
• All opinions are relative and driven by self.
• Hypocrisy is the most primal human trait.
• All change is desirable.
• All change is futile.

The River..

Me and mary we met in high school
when she was just seventeen
We'd ride out of that valley
down to where the fields were green

Now all them things that seemed so important
Well mister, they vanished right into the air
Now I just act like I dont remember,
and she acts like she dont care

At night on them banks
I'd lie awake
And pull her close
just to feel each breath she'd take.

Now those memories come back to haunt me,
they haunt me like a curse
Is a dream a lie if it dont come true
Or is it something worse?

Missing in action..

Im really clueless as to how many people actually bother to read this blog, inspite of my shameless self advertisement. This cluelessness is partly because nobody leaves any comments.. So i've devised an ingeneous ploy to seperate the wheat from the chaff and figure out who my true and loyal readers are..
All reading this please leave a comment.. any comment.. with your name.. and i shall reward thee in full with many more years of Rambling on.. as for those who dont.. a cruel and bitter fate awaits them.. What? you ask.. BOOOAAAAHAHAHAAAAHAHAAAA... just you wait..

Live Forever..

A coupla days ago I was sitting in CCD.. gossiping about people from work with a colleague.. the customary Tropical Iceberg (no chocolate sauce.. no whipped cream) at my side..
I was beginning to feel rather nostalgic and it did seem like the ideal day for coincidences.. and the radio was playing "Dont look back in anger".. So i wasnt very surprised when in walked a gaggle of giggley DhikChik Girls. They were, no doubt for some very good reason which unfortunately illudes my trivial intelligence, wearing rather large sunglasses at seven in the evening, indoors no less..
Thinking it was probably Conjunctivitis, I though it prudent and polite not to stare.. Until that is, the familiar and oft heard sound of a high pitch cackle that always makes me say "I dont think we're in Kansas anymore, Toto", sent me spiralling down a nostalgic rabbit hole..
I though of the days long gone.. where many an hour was spent with coffee and conversation and cackles that would put them sunglasses weilding women to shame.. My thoughts dwelled on my now estranged partner in crime, with her soap opera existance and the resulting infinite wisdom.. I remembered maniacal car rides for bootleg liquor and crazier midnight bike rides with screams galore.. I remembered Virgina Slims and Wibbling Rivalry.. I remember laughter and tears and phonebills and fuming parents.. I remember fistfights at birthday parties (im soooo sorry) and obsessing about the twins.. Life was always an adventure with you around..
But tales of Cows and Uncle Monkeys do not last forever..
I hope you continue to wreck havoc on unsuspecting mortals wherever you go.. and i hope its always about the myooooosic..

Maybe you're the same as me.

We see things they'll never see

You and I are gonna live forever..

All the best..

Gets me through..

"Why do you keep calling me?" I kept trying to figure out the answer to that one all day today... and as always the Gods of Rock'n'roll came to my aid... from an unlikely source though.. So in the words of the immortal Ironman..

I'm not the kind of person you think I am
I'm not the anti-christ or the iron man
I have a vision that I just can't control
I feel I've lost my spirit and sold my soul
Got no control
I try to entertain you the best I can
I wish I'd started walking before I ran
But I still love the feeling I get from you
I hope you'll never stop cause it gets me through yeah
It gets me through yeah

The feelings that I hide behind
Sometimes reality's unkind
The nightmares stalk for me at night
I dread the long and lonely nights

I'm just trying to live yeah

Sad but true..

Amoris vulnus idem sanat, qui facit
The wounds of love can only be healed by the one who made them

Insomnia..

I dreamed of you last night..
of accidents accepted and cherished..
of burning questions,
that ceased to matter..
of memories and moments..
of all the nothings that remind us
of the love that cannot fade away..

I dreamed of you last night..
it was different this time..
every word was real..
every laugh a treasure..
as we embraced that which once was..
that which will always remain..
Leaving no room for regret..
well maybe a little..
The best laid plans of mice and men
often go awry..
atleast we had our goodbye..