The Pain Is Me!

If I look back through time... There's been a lot of good... which is equally countered by the pain endured... And I am beginning to feel... all the pain I endure is related to the all the pain I try to take away from the world... The world may disagree or think my pain is inconsequential... but then am not saying mine is comparable to the rest of the world or even a fraction of anybody else's pain.. All I'm saying is I'm hurt and I'm in pain...
There are two major types of pain... One that affects you physically that will take time to heal and probably may take you along with it depending on the level of it you are dealing with... that is something that is out of our hands...
I am feeling a pain which is something different.... it is the one that is within you... the kind of pain that eats you up from the inside.. mercilessly grinds your brain and mind... This pain.. its an emotional stroke.. You feel it consuming you without any care as to whether you can handle it.. This is the kind of pain that is generally dumped on people by either fate or by their own actions... or a mix of both!!
One common such pain is.. Heartbreak... its obviously a mix of both.. or Loss of a dear one... thats more fate plus in some cases actions on the dear one's part... if you look at it everything painful is related to human action....
The closer you hold someone the more painful it becomes when you have to let go.... Not letting go... is again painful.... This is a lesson I am beginning to learn very well in this phase of my life...
The lesson is only I can let someone hurt me and I know I feel the pain in ample amounts when such an action occurs..!!!
The pain is definitely me... or shall I say I am My Pain!

Ghost-Writer

Finally.... I have an experience as a ghost writer... No. I am not a renegade trying to escape Hell's long claws by appearing in a masked wierd outfit with a burning Parker pen writing fiery stuff that will protect lesser mortals.... no ... I am not even like the multitude of dudes and dudettes who used the Franklin W. Dixon avatar to write a bunch of books called Hardy Boys which though cool back then ... makes me realize how lame we can be as kids to read such awful crap... Enid Blyton atleast had some Imagination... But I digress... Yes, I am more like the guy in college who writes the assignment for his group in a B School.... A B-Grade Ghostwriter...
That is exactly what I am...
The unfortunate person who stumbles onto this piece of idiotic cyber abuse would be thinking that it would have been better of if my Ghostwriting was only visible to the invisible ones... hmmm... Hey hang on... Aren't ghosts invisible? All the people who talk bout Ghosts have claimed to see them... hmmm ... wierd... Ideologically I am okay with a ghost being visible or invisible.. I do not believe in being Racist even to stuff that does not belong here.. Am okay with them... Again.. I digress... Where was I? hmm...
Yeah so why did I blabber all that bull... Ha.. Got it... Its cause even though the normal person would be tormented for generations reading my work... The person for whom I did it... was waxing lyrical about the quality... How the person would have loved to do it but cannot... (cause obviously the person has a lot of dignity and self respect to protect before stooping to the level of the B-Grade Ghostwriter)...
Freud would have lost out dissecting this wierd bit of psychological behaviour... Aleister Crowley may have had a better explanation courtesy the pentagram being sharp... but me... am not even a paperback writer .. Am keeping myself in place as an identity less B-Grade Ghostwriter...
Lennon could have made a song of that... But Alas.... 

Ecstasy of Gold

Over 10 years ago ... I heard this theme being played just before four bad ass dudes appeared on stage blasting some loud powerful music at a ferocious tempo to a multitude of people going bonkers.... That was Metallica live in Moscow... My initiation to the fact that Metallica is the biggest metal band on Earth and that guitars could sound 'heavy' ...

In less than 10 days I get to witness this heavenly spectacle live.. no DVD, not on youtube... but in front of my own eyes... They may not be the force of nature they were some 20 odd years ago... but there is no denying the magnitude of their stage shows and their effect on the whole music industry and music lovers alike..

The atmosphere will be electric... the noise phenomenal... this is turning into the most eagerly anticipated day in my life... and best part is its not about just watching the four horsemen live... But I realize its my musical journey coming to the close of a perfect circle....perfect harmony....

Like Phil Collins sang... I can feel it ....Coming In the air...... 

Get Up.... Get Going...

Ever thought why the world goes around? Ever wished you could turn and run the other way? Why is time so elastic that we cannot bend it backwards? Why do we ever have to move on?
How can we be part of a grand plan if we cannot fulfill our own plans? Is it worth the big picture if our small pictures never get framed? Why do people plan for the future when hardly anyone gets the future he/she planned for?
Did we get conned into believing the word 'reason'? Does anything really happen for a reason? Or do things just happen because the world keeps moving when people like me don't want to move in that direction?

Muffin Monster Sundaes

The Muffin Monster unlike the other ones.... works on Sundays.... According to it ... the Almighty rests on Sunday ... hence protection available to victims on Sundays would be the least.... For a monster, the Muffin Monster has some amazing Kotler-esque Welch oriented Bransoniacal mindset... wouldn't look out of place in Kellogs or Harvard.... or even Hogwarts methinks.... 

But how can one work on a Sunday... everything about the Sun Day says no work... Who wants to work in the sun anyways? But the Muffin Monster is a paradox to all assumptions that are created on the necessity of survival by the same idiot who invented the tooth brush to condemn millions of people to rubbing their teeth twice daily with a bunch of thistles attached to a stick.... That was one person who could have been prevented by a thin sheath of latex.... :( 

Lifes great mysteries... But what about this Muffin Monster? Will Sundays become a think of the past?? Will it influence Saturday night parties too?? 

The Tsunami is coming....................................

The Great Escape

No this is not about the WW 2 Book..... No this is not about the movie... the cooler king Hilts nearly making that jump ..... actually it is something about it.... something about that jump.... which we all strive to make.. but we are always unable to.. the barbed wire keeps us in check... if you know what I mean... most of us do not bothering jumping and the ones who do lack conviction.... the latter may sound better than the first option but getting stuck in the barbed wire is not that great an experience....
This is about me... I plan to make the great escape.. I have failed... many times... I have strived many times to get beyond the barbed wire which in my case stands for the perceptions of a vague society which does not believe in itself or its own kind......
I have tried to get along in this world... I am not perfect.... I am arrogant... I am not good... I am selfish.... I am not rational... I am uncouth.... But whatever I am... I don't see myself fit into the grand plan of things happening around me....
I do not want all the money, I do not want all the women, I do not want all the drugs... I do not want anything at all from any of you around me... I do not even beg for your company... but the least you can offer me is your honesty....
No one is perfect because of one thing.... the perceptions imposed upon us by whomsoever we let dominate our thinking.... if that is going to be the case for all of us ... then why do we have the ability to think ... as we are not using it...we are unable to see beyond what we have been told.. we are unworthy of such a power....

We should just be happy we are all mundane elements without the ability to move or act....

Hence... I plan my Great Escape... I do not care about making a difference... But I can atleast show the mundane elements around me that there's more to life than their vague perceptions....

God be with you all.... Cause you sure as hell cant help yourselves...!!

The Muffin Monster meets my Mom

So here I am, Mommy's little Gramps.... sitting off the coast of New York in East Havana, when I see it... I thought it was in Dubai... Whats it doing In Cuba... Castro is down, Che has been long gone... What do we do?

Mommy... I Screamed... to no avail.... Mommy was busy.... busy with some frontal stabbing on this thing they call facebook.... now whatever the case... if Mommy took someone's case... then they wouldnt be left with a 'face'book.... thats for another time.... but Mommy was oblivious to the danger coming out of the Ocean... Something that was far more dangerous than the Bay of Pigs.... Tony Montana would have been scared at this.....

But in the midst of all this ... in the lull of the tsunami... Mommy looks up.... and smiles at it... nearly giving me a heart attack.... Mommy is an online friend of the Muffin Monster....

If the Mommy and the Muffin Monster are friends... Who's gonna save them kids....

The Kids definitely Ain't Alright....!!!!

Muffin Monster Is a Veggie

Terror strikes schools in the small emirate of Dubai... now the school authorities say everybody should have the little green dot sticker on the veggie lunches packed for the kids.... to protect the meat eaters...

the crisis hitting Dubai via the Muffin Monster... Yes... Voldemort .... ha is a pushover... compared to this one.... (the one who cannot be baked ... mebbe... ) ... but I digress.. The Muffin Monster has targeted kids with lunch.... They call it the Dubai Job... You know the media cock up as usual ... ... the cliche... the Italian Job... why they cant not link everything to cheap pop Pulp Fiction .. .I have no clue.... ( Ooops !!! )

Again as I was on the path to telling you all about the crisis before I digressed... wonder what the word means... but Lemmy likes it ... then So do I.... after all Lemmy is God..... Am sure God sometimes gets up n says... I am Lemmy..... y'know.... After all he is the Rock n Roll Icon..... Ohh... I know... I did it again.... Where was I?... hmmm ... aaah.... Yes Yes.... The Muffin Monster terrorizing Kids in the Schools in Dubai.... hmmmm ... If the kids were boys... I have to enquire... if it was infact the Muffin Monster ... Cause it could be the reincarnation of Michael Jackson... hmmm ... but oh yeah.... the terror activities were worse... so can't be no Jacko....

The Kids......... the innocent young ones.... sat down for lunch.... opened their boxes..... thats when the Muffin Monster struck.... terrorizing the innocents.....

(to be continued)

Adventures of the Muffin Monster

Whats the title about? You read it right... after the global economic meltdown which screwed the livelihoods of so many people across continents, hurricane Katrina in the US, the Indian ocean Tsunami, 9/11, 26/11, etc.. a new horror grips the planet... and it has started off in the small emirate popularly known as Dubai which was involved in a severe financial crisis a couple of years back. One would think that a crises would guarantee that the next crises is years or decades or even the odd century away.... but unfortunately for the arabs and the mallu's and the rest of the world living in Dubai... life has been a terrible bitch....

This can be defined as the first Bakery Crisis faced in the history of the existence of the Earth.. for one people may think why Muffin Monster and not Brownie Monster or Black Forest monster etc... for obvious reasons the latter 2 imply bits of racism... while the former is a stark reminder of how a tasty object can easily be converted into something so scary, the world can't help but shudder at the possible outcomes......

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Whose Life is it Anyways?

We wake up, we do things and we sleep. So what exactly is the crux when it comes to what we lead day in day out? Is it life? Is it a systematic behavioral syndrome defining our actions and providing a framework which will ensure we stay within predefined boundaries defined initially by our peers and then slowly developed by us as per what we experience?

If that is indeed the case, then whats the whole concept of freedom of choice? Where is the freedom when you know you have to make a choice? Does that mean Human Beings should be defined as choice making organisms who have to be presented with a set of options to tick? Are we chess pawns.... part of a bigger game... with somebody setting scenarios and conducting a major psychological study? What happens when the study is over? Do we stop getting choices meaning we are stuck in a limbo?

So my query... Whose Life is it anyways??

Rebirth

One Score and Five years ago... I arrived ..... Marking 2 world wars, 1 cold war, 1 era of love in between, one anti drug era and Maradona's Hand of God goal.. hmmmm Fuck Me... I missed out on everything... Jimi Hendrix, The Doors, Freedom to Dope, Sex on the road, popular orgies, lack of a need to educate urself till ur brains become numb ..... Why why why!!!

I wish that moron Ratan Tata instead of cocking up with a tortoise shell of a bald car had invested in a cheap time machine so that I could go and attend Woodstock....

Again... thats the beauty of it right.... History was written by winners ... so all the bums who lived in that era think it was great... probably we will be boasting bout how we attended engineering colleges, ate at a canteen, had the chance of contracting AIDS etc to our grand children..... ;)