Life is a lemon and I want my money back

Each time I listen to this song I live it again.

am quoting a few verses from the song :-)

 

"It's all or nothing, and nothing's all I ever get
Everytime I turn it on, I burn it up and burn it out

It's always something, there's always something going wrong
That's the only guarantee, that's what this is all about

It's a never ending attack, everything's a lie and that's a fact
Life is a lemon and I want my money back

And all the morons and all the stooges with their coins
They're the ones who make the rules,
It's not a game, it's just a rout"

 

"What about love?
It's defective - it's always breaking in half
What about sex?
It's defective - it's never built to really last
What about your family?
It's defective - all the batteries are shot
What about your friends?
They're defective - all the parts are out of stock
What about hope?
It's defective - it's corroded and decayed
What about faith?
It's defective - it's tattered and it's frayed
What about your Gods?
They're defective - They forgot the warranty
What about your town?
It's defective - it's a dead end street to me
What about your school?
It's defective - it's a pack of useless lies
What about your work?
It's defective - it's a crock and then you die
What about your childhood?
It's defective - it's dead and buried in the past
What about your future?
It's defective - and you can shove it up your ass!

I want my money back - life is a lemon
"

 

--
~asto' ma sat gamaya

happy new year

another year gone by...
I guess I need to remind myself more than ever that time gone by doesn't come back.....

How better to say it but with this great song. This is one of my all time favourites

Drishtant

What is life
Life is because it is, there is nothing more to it.

How should we live
As you please, live life on your terms, totally completely. At least that is what i think as of now. I mean what the hell, there is no meaning to life anyway, and there are times when one is bound to feel bad or good about certain things. All this happens in our brains. There is no truth, but the truth we concoct in our brains. We listen to what we want to listen to, we interpret everything as per our own convenience. We blame others for all the ills that are within us. We fake everything, all the time, just to survive in a world that we hate with all our guts. Why not live for oneself then. At least this way you will be happy. But it is not as easy as it seems, for this to work, you will have to work yourself out of all your conditioning. In other words, you will have to forget a whole lot that you have learnt till now.

What is conditioning.
all of us were brought up with certain values, that constitute our Moral system. it doesn't matter what the values were, what matters is that they stick. they stick like super glue to you for the whole of your life. Girls being taught to be coy, boys conditioned to be aggressive, what is right, what is wrong, what is good, what is bad, what is beauty, what is ugliness, what is love, what is family, what is marriage, what is life, how to lead one's life, how to understand expectations, how to understand responsibilities. All of us, have been trained like "good animals" all our life to follow these edicts. Who gave these edicts?? well these edicts evolved, they evolved over centuries of living in a commune, but that doesn't mean one set of edicts is better than other. they are just different. There is nothing right or wrong, what might be casual in one culture might be totally unacceptable in other.

Once you understand this, you have a choice, you can consciously choose what you want out of life, and what you don't.
And it won't matter what others think, or what others want you to do. you will be your own master.




--
~asto' ma sat gamaya

Time once again wants me to be dead

cease to exist and vanish from here

--
~asto' ma sat gamaya

Some Songs

Some songs have their way of getting into one's Psyche.
am posting some such songs.


--
~asto' ma sat gamaya

Stoned i sit, with everything turned to stone

guess i have a heart somewhere

and it beats too

but it is hidden under the icy chillness of me

--
~asto' ma sat gamaya

Why have i stopped writing?? Do I have nothing to say anymore? Or have I started to believe that expression of thought is after all not a noble exercise. I decided to watch the movies, watched Arth and Silsila after Kaabuliwala and DDLJ , I am trying to watch all the wrong combinations I guess. Silsila left me completely unmoved, though Rekha was striking. To me it seemed like a real life psychological experiment done on Amitabh, Jaya and Rekha. It is rumoured that Amitabh was involved with Rekha at the time, Jaya came back to do this movie after a request from Yash Chopra, she was no longer active as an actress. Now think about this, Yash Chopra plans to get the Indian family together and brings Jaya and Rekha face to face on the movie sets. What happened was expected. Amitabh and Rekha never worked again :-)Arth was a better movie. Well then it is by Mahesh Bhatt isn't it.What i lied about the movie, well lets say the characters are honest and believable. Shabana Azmi in her portrayal of the wronged woman is simply superb, Smita Patil and a disturbed Praveen Babi is simply unbelievable. Kulbhushan Kharbanda is also good, but the ladies steal away the show for sure. As for directorial technique, Arth is an honest film. Actors are honest, sets are honest, story is honest.
I watched DDLJ with a very different perspective this time. I watched it from Simran's perspective. I never could understand her character, but this time around I think i got the hang of her. 

Jugulate me
when my lips touch
the ambrosia of love

With time i will understand it too
Time is the wisest counselor

--
~asto' ma sat gamaya

Kabuli waala

Kabuli waala is too honest for this world. he is an Afghan national, who comes to India to make some money, leaving behind his 5-6 years old daughter with her grandaunt. He misses his daughter like crazy, so much so that he decides to go back. Then he meets mini. A small gift of laughter and happines that god had chosen to bestow to a couple in the city. What follows is a very strong chemistry between Balraj Sanhi and mini. Beautifully executed on screen by Hemen Gupta, the director.
A good lesson to the world, "if you are too honest, you will just know sorrow in your life"
As for myself, I cannot imagine Kabuliwaala in today's world. Till recently i would have believed that there could be someone like him. But now i think it is too rare a phenomenon to be experienced in real life.
Real life kabuli waala would be a child lifter, or a paedophile, or a dishonest man with one good streak of a positive relationship with a kid. But he would not be larger than life.
Bimal Roy's Kabuliwaala is larger than life.
But nevertheless a beautiful movie.




--
~asto' ma sat gamaya

chariots

Thoughts have a mind of their own
they bring to me a rainbow of emotions
each hue darker than the other
each hue engulfing me in its eternity
and i keep floating through them
if only it was all real
if only thoughts were chariots
i could ride
but try I will, Try I will to have them
on my beck and call.

--
~asto' ma sat gamaya

Task to be done

I am going to try and watch one movie a day and write up its review.
Dunno how long i would be able to carry on with this, but most of the times, I have to proclaim something to make myself do it.
Whatever i said, does it make any sense
who cares
whatever, whenever
Nevermind

--
~asto' ma sat gamaya

Space-dye Vest

Beautiful lyrics of a beautiful song, I was listeing to this when i got a call from someone i thought i once knew :-)
I think i am getting out of a spell.
I think i can fly again.................................................


--lyrics Begin ---------

Falling through pages of martens on angels
Feeling my heart pull west
I saw the future dressed as a stranger
Love in a space-dye vest

Love is an act of blood and Im bleeding
A pool in the shape of a heart
Beauty projection in the reflection
Always the worst way to start

But hes the sort who cant know
Anyone intimately, least of all a
Woman. he doesnt know what a woman
Is. he wants you for a possession,
Something to look at like a painting or an ivory box.
Something to own and to display. he doesnt want you to be real,
Or to think or to live. he doesnt love you, but I love you.
I want you to have your own thoughts and ideas and feelings, even when
I hold you in my arms. its our last chance... its our last chance...

Now that youre gone Im trying to take it
Learning to swallow the rage
Found a new girl I think we can make it
As long as she stays on the page

This is not how I want it to end
And Ill never be open again

...i was gonna move out...ummm...get,
Get a job, get my own place, ummm,
But... I go into the mall where i
Want to work and they tell me, im,
I was too young...

Some people, gave advice before,
About facing the facts, about
Facing reality. and this is, this
Without a doubt, is his biggest
Challenge ever. hes going to have to face it.
Youre gonna have to try, hes gonna to have to try and,
Uh, and, and, and get some help here. I mean no one can
Say they know how he feels.

That, so they say that, in ya know
Like, houston or something, youd
Say its a hundred and eighty degrees,
But its a dry heat
. in houston they say that?
Oh, maybe not. Im all mixed up.
Dry until they hit the swimming pool.

...i get up with the sun... listen.
You have your own room to sleep in,
I dont care what you do. I dont
Care when. that door gets locked,
That door gets locked at night by nine oclock.
If youre not in this house by nine oclock, then youd better find some
Place to sleep. because youre not going to be a bum in this house.
Supper is ready...

Theres no one to take my blame
If they wanted to
Theres nothing to keep me sane
And its all the same to you
Theres nowhere to set my aim
So Im everywhere
Never come near me again
Do you really think I need you

Ill never be open again, I could never be open again.
Ill never be open again, I could never be open again.

And Ill smile and Ill learn to pretend
And Ill never be open again
And Ill have no more dreams to defend
And Ill never be open again

--
~asto' ma sat gamaya

Leave him be

Bleak is the light
that shone once on horizon
it is dusk again
before it could be dawn
he took the flight
thinking love would heal
flew too close to sun
had not read the fable of Icarus perhaps
now strangely contended with life
in the darkness he searches
for the pieces that were him
could they be glued together
eventually they will become dust
so why give a damn now
why care for the one who is lost
leave him be
he won't be heard again

--
~asto' ma sat gamaya

Surging Ahead

Has it happened to you
you wanted something desperately
for the whole of your life
and when you got it
you were shit scared
because you didn't know how life would turn out
because all your life till that moment
was just about desperately wanting it
and it is very scary
to let go of what you have known
for the whole of your life
and surge ahead into unknown.

but there might be positive here too
one just has to look for it.

--
~asto' ma sat gamaya

getting high

Meandering through the thoughts
wisps of smoke from smouldering tobacco
formless just like the smoke
has this life been
as i walk through the moments
revisiting them again
enshrined, entombed in past
in some culvert of my mind
i see the chaos that has ruled
i see the agony that has drained me
I see the hurt i have inflicted
on to myself
again and again
without any fail
life seems like a house of horrors
It is like getting high on pot
but not knowing what to do with it


--
~asto' ma sat gamaya

Ankit took the free ColorQuiz.com personality test! "Desires a tranquil, peaceful state of harmony offe..." Click here to read the rest of the results.

Die each day,
don't let your ego live for the next day
don't carry hurt
don't carry happiness
when you go to sleep
let the slumberland engulf you
like the earth in 'dust to dust'
and wake up a new being
free from tiresome thoughts
thoughts of self doubt
of inadequacy
of freedom
of passion

--
~asto' ma sat gamaya

Rockstar - Modern Poetry at best

Every once in a while we come across a song that goes back to the true meaning of rock, when poetry weds music. when the artist sees the naked truth.
This is one of my current favourites

Rockstar by Nickelback

I'm through with standin' in line
at clubs I'll never get in
It's like the bottom of the ninth
and I'm never gonna win
this life hasn't turned out
quite the way I want it to be
(Tell me what you want)

I want a brand new house
on an episode of Cribs
And a bathroom I can play baseball in
And a king size tub big enough
for ten plus me
--(So what you need)--

I need a a credit card that's got no limit
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Gonna join the mile high club
At thirty-seven thousand feet
--(Been there done that)--

I want a new tour bus full of old guitars
My own star on Hollywood Boulevard
Somewhere between Cher and
James Dean is fine for me
(So how you gonna do it?)

I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair and change my name

[CHORUS]
'Cause we all just wanna be a big rockstars and
Live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
in the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blonde hair
And well...

Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar

I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels
Hire eight body guards that love to beat up assholes
Sign a couple autographs
So I can eat my meals for free
--(I'll have the quesadilla, ha-ha)--

I'm gonna dress my ass
with the latest fashion
Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion
Gonna date a centerfold that loves to
blow my money for me
(So how you gonna do it?)

I'm gonna trade this life
For fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair
And change my name

'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
we'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
in the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blonde hair
And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary of
today's who's who
They'll get you anything
with that evil smile
Everybody's got a
drug dealer on speed dial, well
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar

I'm gonna sing those songs
that offend the censors
Gonna pop my pills
from a Pez dispenser
Get washed-up singers writing all my songs
Lip --sync-- 'em every night so I don't get 'em wrong

Well we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in Hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
in the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blond hair
And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary of
today's who's who
They'll get you anything
with that evil smile
Everybody's got a
drug dealer on speed dial, well

Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar
--
~asto' ma sat gamaya

Seneca says

Begin at once to live, and count each day as a separate llife
~Seneca

A profound statement, I think i understand it :-)

--
~asto' ma sat gamaya

burning star

I am the burning star
the beacon you have been looking for
I will show you the way, every day
and i will never complain
just burn all day, every day
give away my light
so that you can see
what it means to be
a burning star


--
~asto' ma sat gamaya

no good without evil

look at me now
stare me in my eyes
feel the pain, do you
feel the loss of being right
wings torn and clipped
lend me some glue
let me soar up to the moon
lets party where no one has been
live for the moment
get wasted beyond senses
come down on the altar
they want their sacrifice
when the blood will flow
and trickle down to dirt
demons will rise then
gods will be appeased
they have someone to slay
to conquer to plunder
good vs evil
and good will win
but all will forget
there is no good without evil

--
~asto' ma sat gamaya

The voilets and the reds
the yellows and the pinks
bloom all of you bloom
paint the town with all the hues
let the scented breeze blow
and engulf me ever so softly
in the careless whispers of time
let me revel, let me rejoice
let me be born again
let me die


--
~asto' ma sat gamaya

What does deliverance mean
is there peace somewhere
hidden from naked eye
beyond the distant horizon
waiting for me as my destiny
do I have to relinquish everything
do I have to walk alone
on the path shown by seers
does it even matter
why do we want to live in make believe
why are we so desperate
why do I think
why doesn't the chatter stop


--
~asto' ma sat gamaya

thoughts

Some thoughts can be liberating,
some can make you weep
thoughts bind you in chains of slavery
where you toil hard to make sense of nothing
they weigh a tonn sometimes
and sometimes float like feathers
they are the enemy within

--
~asto' ma sat gamaya

Random thoughts

Had a strange thought, in a way I don't even own the moments of my own life. They are shared with a lot of people. the Good, the bad and the ugly. How can I talk about those moments, without being prejudiced. The truth is that my thoughts are my own, I don't owe them to anyone. but my experiences are not just my own. If I were to write aboutmyself I will have to write about people in my life. I am not sure that it is the right time for the same. It might be right time for me, but not for them.
I have to find will once again, or maybe for the first time. I have to find a cause. I have to define a reward system for myself devoid of any pretenses.
Till now I have seen all but pretenses. I have met people trying to help others working for NGO's trying to give back something to the community. but just below the surface I have always found lurking, some in-authenticity about them. As if they were chasing a different dream, but eneded up here and are fine with it.
I am unable to do that to myself, I know that I have limitations, I know that I am obsessed with self, I know that I demand perfection from myself. But just now, I am tired, very tired and don't seem to have the will to go on, the will to wage war. And by the way, war against whom??
My enemy is as nameless and as faceless as myself.
Will love bloom??
Who am I to say after all I am not the man in charge of "Garden of Eden"

We all have vices
Vices thrive in harmony, if you have one, be assured that you have the others too, they are just hidden beneath your skin, but they are there. And it is ok for them to be there. Without them you will no longer be a Human.


--
~asto' ma sat gamaya

Recent Trip

 

I want to write something, but the words have the way of disappearing, when you need them the most. Thoughts become a hazy collage, and I get lost in the myriad of possibilities, all that could have been, all that are wishes and desires.


--
~asto' ma sat gamaya

Silence

Can I kill he asked
the sun had just gone down
evening promised cool breeze
and a light shower to go along
love was in the air
and he had a gun in his hand
Can I kill he asked again
wait, replied the voice
keep walking some more
feel the breeze, feel the love
cannot feel them, he replied
children had come out
playing small meaningless games
so absorbed in what they did
without a care for tomorrow
taking life for granted
he crossed them on a trot
didn't have it in him to stop
Kill Kill Kill said the voice
he walked on
It was silence once again
he came to a park
lovers holding hands
elderly gathered in groups
some using the jogging track
Kill Kill Kill said the voice
he couldn't
his hands were rocks
his legs lead
his eyes fireballs about to explode
hi breath stale and sick
Kill Kill Kill
I cannot I cannot
you have to
this is where it ends
yes this is where it ends
clouds in his mind cleared
hands lifted themselves
bang
there were some shrieks as he fell
there was silence once again

--
~asto' ma sat gamaya