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?