I just retrieved an ancient file on my PC from 6 years ago. I had just drawn an outline of a guitar on the wall and was putting together some content that would adorn it. A combination of guts, naivete and inexplicable recurrences of boners while listening to loud music!


Look at me when you shoot a bullet through my head. It seems I found the road to nowhere And I’m trying to escape. Simple living is my desperate cry. I just found out there's no such thing as the real world Just a lie you've got to rise above. Hey - Wait - I've got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice. Hardline, hardline after hardline. I'm inferior? Who's inferior? Fight the war, fuck the norm. Awww, bring that shit in! Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything. The direction of the eye, so misleading The defection of the soul, nauseously quick I don't question, our existence I just question, our modern needs. Silence like a cancer grows. Can they win the fight for peace or will they disappear? As your arms get shorter Your pockets get deeper. History hides the lies of our civil wars. Isn't it strange that as soon as you're born you're dying? Won't you come into my room, I wanna show you all my wares. I've seen the man use the needle, seen the needle use the man. Take no prisoners, take no shit. Boy! Your soul better belong to Jesus! Hmmm-mmm cause your ass belongs to me! Perspective is lost in the spirit of the chase. I'm chomping at the bit I'm sharpening the axe Here I come again, whoa! Hold My Breath as I Wish for Death Oh Please God, wake me. Sleep with one eye open gripping your pillow tight. Destruction of the empty spaces Is my one and only crime. M is for MURDER me. No life till leather We are gonna kick some ass tonight. Careful what you wish You may regret it Careful what you wish You just might get it. Say yes - at least say Hello. The door is closed, so are your eyes But now I see the sun. Take a look to the sky just before you die It is the last time you will. Run, rabbit run. Dig that hole, forget the sun. The time is gone, the song is over Thought I'd something more to say. There is no dark side of the moon really. Matter of fact it's all dark. If you can hear this whispering you are dying. Hypocrisy made paramount, paranoia the law My name is called religion, sadistic, sacred whore. Takes it easy, baby Take it as it comes. Into this house we're born Into this world we're thrown. Wine is fine But whiskey's quicker Suicide is slow with liquor. 'Cause rock 'n' roll is my religion and my law. Can you help me, occupy my brain? If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice.


It's a little scary that I hold memories of my growing up days very close to my heart.

Vun Track Mynd, I say

I changed my job. You just have to change your job when you start to find that the godawfully long journey back home everyday from work is getting so boring that you amuse yourself by not giving in to inertia and remain still when the bus jerks and stutters through all of those gadzillion road humps and traffic snarls.

So the best thing, naturally that comes out of a job change is the distance I save. 10 whole kilometers! Thats a whole hour less of polite chat with socially maladjusted techies, terminally enthusiastic Radio Jockeys, 6 radio channels reeking and stinking of Udit Narayan and cabs honking on the street like they want to give Motor fuckin Head a complex. I'm pumped!

One of the most suicidal things to do when you come back home from work exhausted is watch tragedy movies. Even accidentally. Tiredness when mixed with tube-invoked grief is a near fatal condition from which you can recover only with access to something Incredibly Potent. Anyway, I did the mistake of watching Mahanadhi, a Tamil cult film starring the impossibly ingenious Kamal Haasan. The thing about that flick is that, no matter how macho you want to be it will still rip open your emotional glands and make you weep like a baby. Rumor says that Macho Man Randy Savage changed his nickname to Bloody Stupitt after watching this movie and crying.

Now, in the absence of Kings and KF (read - in the presence of Mum), the only Incredibly Potent thing I could find was a Best of Motorhead dvd. About an hour later, I forgot everything about sombre background scores by Illayaraja, cruel jailors pissing into prison food and the eternally despairing Sukanya. If you are as big a fan of Lemmy Kilmister as I am, you will see why. I think Lemmy is the absolute last name of Cool, the moving spirit behind modern Rock. He is quite simply the Orgasmatron, the Ace of Spades.

So, obviously when Philthy Animal Taylor is delivering the most mind numbing drum solo and Lemmy, looking far beyond cool in a pair of aviators and his famous handle bar beard and growling Overkill from beneath his ribs, I am bound to feel like the most bad ass person on the planet. Just about the time that I want to switch off the player and do something remotely radical like run a mile in the dark cool night or atleast pick up my guitar that I am yet to learn and break a string, what do I hear?
My mum, knocking on the door and in a voice loud enough to drown the soundtrack for the "hit" primetime Kannada soap - Gupta Gaamini, asking me to take the trash out, wash my hands and finish my curd rice.

Whatte KLPD I say! Either I don't want to be a Middle Class brahmin in my next life or I want to just grow up blending with the wallpaper and watch 9 pm serials with family over dinner.

If you listen carefully, you can hear my Dad singing "right now, this time - you got yours and I got mine".