Moving house and sleeping on the floor takes me right back to the young nights, when I would plug in a cassette tape or CD and lie on the floor; my heart beating fast, waiting for New Music to flood my life and mind forever. I would have the same tape for weeks. Until I… [Read more…]
April 28, 2011
I’m not sure about you, but I am really tired of this sentence being callously thrown around these days: “It doesn’t make any difference who drops them. They do the same thing.” Not true. Bombs kill, maim and destroy. They are amongst the most terrible thing Man invented (along with water torture). But more people… [Read more…]
January 27, 2011
This post is dedicated to my father and the millions like him who slept one night, to awake and find themselves lost. I took my love, And took it down. Climbed a mountain and turned around, And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills ‘Till the landslide brought me down. - Fleetwood Mac… [Read more…]
January 15, 2011
It is so sad, that to almost everyone I meet who knows his name, Springsteen is the good-looking, young bloke from the 70′s who sang loud pop-rock classics like Born to Run, Badlands and Dancing in the Dark. And with each passing year, the fact that he is one of the greatest American song-writers, gets… [Read more…]
January 11, 2011
Here lived, A man ordinary. Believing he stood for something, Existing only, Because the sinister echoes, Bent on destruction; And finality Wanted him to wilt. Here stood a man, Who heard the voices, Which didn’t exist, For without them, There was nothing to distinguish, One triumph, From the other. Here was a man, Who believed,… [Read more…]
January 2, 2011
To be honest, it started with my ears suffering from JLo tinnitus. I don’t remember how many times MTV played that studio-modulated voice, but it sure felt like there was no other song on the planet. And who can forget the tinny drone of Y2K. Through the books and films I had been exposed to,… [Read more…]
November 22, 2010
Something stirs from within us, whenever we protest. There is a tranformation, a certain change, in every protestor’s expression, her manner, her being. The descriptors are many, but language is but a substitute. For this one verb which makes us so very human. For every Aung San Suu Kyi, there is a man who blows… [Read more…]
September 9, 2010
For all the crumbs left behind On the highway of Time For all the dreams Undreamt On the highway of success For all the moments Which well up Which swell up And consume my mind For all the nightmares That leave a bad taste In the life I left behind For all the lives, I… [Read more…]
August 2, 2010
Sharing, Of deeds done And things felt Are more important Than the deeds done And the things felt; Alone. Fighting the Good Fight, Is more important, Than staying alive; And feasting over the verdant; Triumphant. Sitting by the shores, Of your imagination And dreaming about What She is telling you Is more valuable… Than all… [Read more…]
June 7, 2010
Have you ever wondered how apparent failure can sometimes be liberating? It makes you sit back and wonder what you were chasing in the first place. It fills you with a cold anger, and recharges you for the next surge. And this time, maybe you learn to adapt, to not rush headlong, or simply to… [Read more…]
June 6, 2011
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