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"YOU GRIEVE AT THE LEVEL YOU LOVED"
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Monday, December 29, 2008
Lord Vedder, ALWAYS
I have been asked many a times who is my inspiration, and I have never had an answer, I have never looked for one, I never felt the need for one, logically why would I need to be inspired, I live in a bubble that needs no inspiration.
But nonetheless if there is a driving force if I can call it that, its music, and especially Eddie Vedder and Pearl Jam.
From where I stand, my life has revolved around them since the day I heard their first album Ten, it’s been a never ending relationship since, I own and have literally killed all their records by hearing them over and over again for days to come.
I even once formed a band and sang nothing but their covers, trying to copy his style learning and deciphering his lyrics
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Pearl Jam and Eddie are that source of inspiration which maybe people ask me about
Eddie’s voice like a rumbling train through a valley, clear and commanding has been a source of my existence and maybe even inspiration.
The Room
Its not the room I grew up in, it aint a room with a view, it aint mine, yet I haven’t come across one which throws so much at you,
Its larger than life yet being only this tiny space in the corner of this really old house.
Its walls are cracking, it’s lit by wee lamps strewn around, there is chaos, there is a soul that lives there, and its free.
The music rambles along, it’s a place I wish I could call mine, the pictures on the walls, all come to life, the birds that fly past the fairy lights in sepia,
The blue curtains faded and old shut out the world,
The books old and aging, the musty odor of knowledge engulfs your senses.
There are no words that will justify this room, the room without a view yet free to view the world.
Its not the room I grew up in, it aint a room with a view, it aint mine, yet I haven’t come across one which throws so much at you,
Its larger than life yet being only this tiny space in the corner of this really old house.
Its walls are cracking, it’s lit by wee lamps strewn around, there is chaos, there is a soul that lives there, and its free.
The music rambles along, it’s a place I wish I could call mine, the pictures on the walls, all come to life, the birds that fly past the fairy lights in sepia,
The blue curtains faded and old shut out the world,
The books old and aging, the musty odor of knowledge engulfs your senses.
There are no words that will justify this room, the room without a view yet free to view the world.
Bring on the Green Dragon
I don’t advocate for drugs, but an existence so skewed it’s hard to go without a few drags of the green dragon.
The numbness that follows is a never-ending abyss of ecstasy, life slows down, gives you enough time to take stock of what’s around.
The anger abates, the lights grow dim, the music feels like a never-ending orgasm.
The conversation is refreshing, the books strewn around, the mess, the cracks on the wall, all seem surreal.
I wonder why I ever let go.
I don’t advocate for drugs, but an existence so skewed it’s hard to go without a few drags of the green dragon.
The numbness that follows is a never-ending abyss of ecstasy, life slows down, gives you enough time to take stock of what’s around.
The anger abates, the lights grow dim, the music feels like a never-ending orgasm.
The conversation is refreshing, the books strewn around, the mess, the cracks on the wall, all seem surreal.
I wonder why I ever let go.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Re learning the civil laws
It was quite strange how I was never inclined towards civil laws, I hated them found them boring and just not worth the effort, but as luck would have it, I find my self involved with some civil matters and I regret never paying any attention towards learing the civil code.
Back in law school all I did was just learnt the relevant portions and managed to clear my exams, the situation was so bad that a few hours before my exam I had no clue there was a whole chapter on orders which I had no knowledge about.
Sigh … now I find myself having to learning the whole darn thing all over again.
It was quite strange how I was never inclined towards civil laws, I hated them found them boring and just not worth the effort, but as luck would have it, I find my self involved with some civil matters and I regret never paying any attention towards learing the civil code.
Back in law school all I did was just learnt the relevant portions and managed to clear my exams, the situation was so bad that a few hours before my exam I had no clue there was a whole chapter on orders which I had no knowledge about.
Sigh … now I find myself having to learning the whole darn thing all over again.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
The boss is in her elements this day..
like a tsunami she rumbles along..
like a tornado she blows..
like an earthquake she destroys all in her path..
like a knife she cuts, slow, every blow like a surgeons artful stroke..
the associates run for cover, with no where to hide..
The tempest reigns supreme..
the end is neigh...
like a tsunami she rumbles along..
like a tornado she blows..
like an earthquake she destroys all in her path..
like a knife she cuts, slow, every blow like a surgeons artful stroke..
the associates run for cover, with no where to hide..
The tempest reigns supreme..
the end is neigh...
Give her some weed.
Really I think they should make smoking up mandatory in our office. There is so much existential angst that’s its scary, screams of despair, shouts of angst, files being torn and thrown.
I have tried finding a solution to this mess, but from where I stand now, I think the only thing that might help is some hard core smoking up.
The good ol’ weed shall come to rescue, we all need to be stoned immaculate to survive this.
Really I think they should make smoking up mandatory in our office. There is so much existential angst that’s its scary, screams of despair, shouts of angst, files being torn and thrown.
I have tried finding a solution to this mess, but from where I stand now, I think the only thing that might help is some hard core smoking up.
The good ol’ weed shall come to rescue, we all need to be stoned immaculate to survive this.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Cricket always seems to be the soothing balm, a great Indian victory today over the Poms was just what the doctor ordered. 26/11 is still on my mind, the freaking media just doesn’t let you forget it. The boss's unrealistic demands get even more unrealistic with every passing minute.
But despite all this, India pulled off a victory I never thought was possible. For four days I just followed the Indian team’s progress through the newspapers coz watching them loosing was far too painful. But over the last 24 hours they did what no team in India has done, chasing down 387 on a final day of a test match in India.
Its fantastic, its unbelievable, its just what the doctor ordered, fuck terrorism, fuck deadlines, fuck everything else, long live the game of the cricket.
P.S- its high time the Poms give back the Kohinoor diamond, bloody thieves
But despite all this, India pulled off a victory I never thought was possible. For four days I just followed the Indian team’s progress through the newspapers coz watching them loosing was far too painful. But over the last 24 hours they did what no team in India has done, chasing down 387 on a final day of a test match in India.
Its fantastic, its unbelievable, its just what the doctor ordered, fuck terrorism, fuck deadlines, fuck everything else, long live the game of the cricket.
P.S- its high time the Poms give back the Kohinoor diamond, bloody thieves
Friday, December 12, 2008
A Failed State
A failed state? Maybe, do I have an answer? I guess not, I come across cases, news reports et al which convince me that we are a failed state to say the least.
Corruption in every sector including the judiciary and the legal system is totally disheartening,
I have been reading a charge sheet for one of my clients who was arrested for reasons made by the state, reasons which were a manifestation of the politics we find ourselves entwined in.
It pains to know that we cant and wont take action against such atrocities and corruption.
The “great India” is a myth, its more like toilet paper I wont wipe my arse with.
I don’t know how many people is it gonna take for a united stand against this rubbish. The corporate’s are busy making money and following the stocks and we human rights lawyers and activists are reduced and termed as the ‘jhola clan’
O come on wake up
One of the statements that really hurt me post the 26/11 attacks on Bombay, was how bad it was that the Taj and the Oberoi were attacked, and the said statement was made by a famous cine artist and all while ignoring those who were killed at the VT station where the common man takes a ride back home.
Will the corporate’s only rise when one of their own is killed or shot? The common middle class man who cant pay 2000 rupees for a meal is not valued by this failed state.
I am not trying to undermine the death of the corporate’s the crème de la crème, all I am saying is give a thought to the common man. The you and the me.
A failed state? Maybe, do I have an answer? I guess not, I come across cases, news reports et al which convince me that we are a failed state to say the least.
Corruption in every sector including the judiciary and the legal system is totally disheartening,
I have been reading a charge sheet for one of my clients who was arrested for reasons made by the state, reasons which were a manifestation of the politics we find ourselves entwined in.
It pains to know that we cant and wont take action against such atrocities and corruption.
The “great India” is a myth, its more like toilet paper I wont wipe my arse with.
I don’t know how many people is it gonna take for a united stand against this rubbish. The corporate’s are busy making money and following the stocks and we human rights lawyers and activists are reduced and termed as the ‘jhola clan’
O come on wake up
One of the statements that really hurt me post the 26/11 attacks on Bombay, was how bad it was that the Taj and the Oberoi were attacked, and the said statement was made by a famous cine artist and all while ignoring those who were killed at the VT station where the common man takes a ride back home.
Will the corporate’s only rise when one of their own is killed or shot? The common middle class man who cant pay 2000 rupees for a meal is not valued by this failed state.
I am not trying to undermine the death of the corporate’s the crème de la crème, all I am saying is give a thought to the common man. The you and the me.
Friday, December 05, 2008
The events of 26/11 left me numbed, distressed and disturbed, it was a tough phase not just for every human but also every Indian who watched terror being unleashed live on their television screens.
It was scary to say the least, by the end of it, I was raging, fuming and hate flowed from every pore, but I restrained from going over board with my emotions and thus took a conscious decision of refraining from writing anything on my blog, instead I channelized my energies to pen an analysis on terror and international law which I shall post here soon enough.
It was scary to say the least, by the end of it, I was raging, fuming and hate flowed from every pore, but I restrained from going over board with my emotions and thus took a conscious decision of refraining from writing anything on my blog, instead I channelized my energies to pen an analysis on terror and international law which I shall post here soon enough.
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