My Birthday Party!!!

So I'm sittin' up on my bed, plugged in, listenin' to dancing in the dark as I write an essay for some rich Chinese kid who had his birthday on the weekend and had been celebrating all week, so got late at his submissions. And this is my birthday present. Anyway, I need a break from it, I need to dress up, with blazer and all, and go to Soda Factory, a nice little pub around the corner. See I've never been to a pub alone, so am a little nervous. I'm not looking for any of my mates' company but hoping to find some new out here, although I'm quiet sure I won't because I'm weird like that. I'm quiet astound by the sight of people sitting alone at the bar at Soda Factory, never had noticed that before. I'm sure I wouldn't want to be pally with someone who came alone to a bar, especially if they expected to meet someone there. Right? Right! Ah they are playing Smash Mouth, glorious school days! I sure wish I could talk to somebody, anybody. It seems so easy for people, man this is not for me! I'll grab a bloody expensive beer to sit by myself, could have done that for one seventh of the price if I sat in the park, like everyday, with better music in my headphones. Ah! Aerosmith! This is not bad, although the beer sucks. Believe me I've never even tried Kingfisher, fuck that! Those girls at the bar, do they get hit on a lot? I'm sure they do, I would rather go out with one of them than the one sittin' alone. Okay I know! Whatever! Good for the hunk chattin' up with them. Man I need to be regular at the gym. No I dont want to get that big! Fuck no, he looks ugly in my opinion, I don't know why these girls flock around people like him. He's wearing a white denim! Was he in a tampon commercial? No I'm not jealous. I'm analytically criticising. There is a difference... and the difference is... confidence? Well I do need more. And I need to pee. But do I really need to look for acne on my face in the bathroom mirror? Beware: objects in the mirror are more insecure than they appear! Have I lost too much weight? I feel I need to get leaner. Damn what's wrong with me? When did I grow a vagina? I need more beer. Man I've got my whole life wrong. Then again what 'right' be? I had something in mind once, I forget. I know I'm onto something but I don't know what. Like the number 42. I know the answer but I don't know the question to it. Was I supposed to be here? Not at home for sure! Sure as hell I'm glad I'm not with the people I hoped to be with, fuck them! Ah Elvis! This song reminds me of her! Fuck my life! I need a new life, new name. I need a new name. Well I do need a pen name and I can't put my finger on it. Fuck it I'll go with Tyler. Why not? I need the change over. Man I wish I could meet myself from somebody else's point of view. Girls have left me pointing out flaws I didn't know I had. What's fucked up is that I could never point at any flaw they had. Its the flaws that I fell in love with. Maybe that is what the problem is. Fuck you Elvis, this is your fault. Gotta get outta here. So much to do. I'm going to sneak up to my room again, finish the fucking essay. Then stay awake watching Game Of Thrones. I wish I could sleep before 4am. I fucking dread the dreams. I should get some medication. Maybe I'll get  a pill for tonight. Yeah fuck it! It's my Birthday! Happy birthday to me!

From The Cave

I saw into my eye closely and scared me to shits. He didn't seem like me. Nothing I would be. Stranger staring right into you, knowing everything you know, it's scary. And made me think if I really am on the right side of the mirror. Am I? Am I in control of myself? Or am I just a reflection of something much stronger? Am I just an image? Are you?

The Red Pill

There is no watching the fight outside your window, sooner or later the rocks will shatter your glass. You can only become a part of the fight, or step away from the window and go back to sleep and let them take care of you. The control machine. They'll keep you in the cave, away from pain, truth, choice and all the poison devils as long as you visit the shopping mall. Of course It's all about money, Its always been, we saw that through the twentieth century and thought we'd learn. Far from it. But now its time to realise that we are not putty in their hands. We are people. We have our own bodies and our own minds and our own will. We will not give into the fashion scene. Don't you'll ever think about the fashion scene? Fashion was meant to make us standout, make us unique, but we all look alike. We don't think of ourselves that way. We are all unique, we are all ourselves, we are all people, we are all human, and we should not submit to the dehumanisation. I'm concerned with what's happening in our world. The control machine has made the matrix come true. Its not science fiction. We live in a world that is pulled over our eyes by the machine to blind us from the truth. Everything you know is a part of an elaborate dream. When you visit the zoo and see the animal in the cage, are you sure which side you're on? I want freedom! And thats what you should want. Freedom from everything negative the media makes us believe the world is about. Freedom from the corporate slavery. The joystick of control for the machine is insecurities.  That is what advertising creates. And advertising is all around us, even when you don't see it. We are all pathetic and small, so we should give up our will, our freedom, our fate, right? What we don't realise is that we are all being conditioned on a mass scale. The consent is manufactured, gender roles are learnt. Stand up and refuse to be a corporate tool. Stand up against the lies, against classism, against stateism and all the other isms tools of control. Let this be the time for human kind standing up for right, for freedom, for purity, for love. Right wing, Left wing, Faith, Democrats, Liberals, its all bat shit, it's all incentive for the control of the joystick. Your colleagues who have convinced you that they are better than you and are fighting for the management jobs to become your bosses and control you! They are not real people. Neither is everyone around you. They are all programmes working hard, as they are asked to, to control other programmes. Wake up motherfuckers! your'e in the matrix!

But we have not lost. We will not lose. This not the end. We are not under achievers, we are not an unsuccessful race. Agree?

The Creative Jam

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gallery includes images of the paintings put up at the Leela exhibition...

A different arrangement

Those with my kind of 'appearance' aka 'unorthodox facial and cranium hair arrangement' aka 'metalheads' are often attacked with 'the' question: "how did you grow your hair/beard that long?" I usually am dumbstrucked with that one... So what is it that u want to know?!

Well... Its actually quite simple... you can do it too...

Here is how to grow your hair / a beard (ladies please don't try this at home) :

On day 1, do nothing. On day 2, do nothing again. On day 3, do nothing twice. On day 4 verify that the nothing is still being done. then repeat the cycle till someone poses that question mentioned above to you.

Now for the other distressing question that we face: "Why?! did you... blah blah"

I have been told I'm quite irritating at times and/or after a relation of a few *awesome* jokes told from the *awesome* sense of humor that I posses, people have felt the need to rearrange my face. Unfortunately (for them) there is no legal way to do that. And since I'm such a kind and generous individual, I thought of doing this to myself. And today after a few (actually quite a lot) cycles of the procedure, my face is definitely rearranged.

Sadistic Rhymes

Just for Fun... njoi :)

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Mary had a little lamb,
Fleece as black as coal
And when you fall asleep tonight,
The world will steal your soul

Rock ‘a’ by baby on the treetops
When the wind blows, your life suddenly stops
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall
And dead will be baby, smile and all

Twinkle, Twinkle little star
The sky is black, the moon to far
Roses are red until they die
Oh, soon enough like you and I

So hush little baby, it will be alright
That is, if you survive the night

Dreaming Reality

This is a story I had written some time back when i was working with Beyond Dreams. Original concept for production thou people thought of it to be too complicated... Nevertheless here it is for your reading and comments :)

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The year was 1945, The entire globe was engaged with the second world war, Chimu's father served in the Indian British Raj Army and was conducting his service on the waters of the English Channel for 'the motherland' then - Great Britain.

Chimu (Age:9) really was a special child. Doctors and local 'Vaids' could never figure out the reasons for the way Chimu behaved. "Maybe he is lonely, so imagining things around him. Its just a game for him." - Common quotations. Sometimes he had to be shaken out of his so called 'games' which would only make him cranky.

Chimu would always be in a lucid dream state and after being shaken up to reality would claim seeing Monsters, Creatures and deformed faces of people around, he would also talk of visiting fantasias lands. Obviously facinating to guests visiting home.

Then there was this day when Chimu was at the deserted fields playing 'with' a tree when he catches the eye of a passerby. After a brief friendly chat with the man they become friends. The man returns the next day and sets to take him to the 'real fantasy land' as he promises the previous day. Walking to the nearby tribal village, there they meet with the 'high leader', a 75 year old priest. 

The priest speaks to the man and Chimu about the the robberies and crimes that have been taken place recently and even thou there was no connection found in all of them he claimed that he knew how and by whom they were done. He removes a book from his closet, the book appeared to be very old and had handwritten texts in probably Pali.

The priest spoke about the texts in the book and even though Chimu seemed much too young to understand it he seemed to relate to it. The 'Mayasutra' book spoke about a parallel universe which was connected to us through our dreams. Every dream, every thought lives in physical form in that universe. And like our actions and ideas/thoughts affect things there, things if manipulated there can very well affect things here.

Then the speaks of the one missing page from the book which teaches the technique of entering the other universe. He tells them about Chimu having a gift where he could easily be trained to do so. The priest exclaims that the dreams and hallucinations Chimu experiences when with people are actually their thoughts and emotions. And a Physical access into their mind (which is a part of the universe) is possible.

When inquired about the 'missing page' the priest tells them about a young man from Calcutta who also possed similar powers like Chimu Visited him 3 years ago. After learning about the book he fled with the page and used it to enter peoples minds after the y had slept and made them do things (in their sleep) which they wouldn't remember i the morning. He tells them that once in the universe it is possible to track ones mind easily if we knew about them and they dreamt. If in that state they are given a 'False Awakening' You could interact with them as their conscience and make them do things in the real world.

The Man and the priest over a couple of sessions train Chimu on the transition to the other world, Chimu gains experience through peoples minds as different creatures (pleasant and dark), Different Landscaped (pleasant and dark) at diffrent situations till he reaches a stage when he could attempt and track the young thug down.

Later we go through many episodes/phases where Chimu learns how to keep up with the thug, how he can follow him to other peoples minds and how he can also shake him to a false awakening or co-exist in another persons mind raging a battle with his (the other mans or the thugs) demons.

Reffrences for further reading: 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dream_argument

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/False_awakening

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/meta-universe

No Leaf Clover

And it feels right this time

On this crash course we're in the big time

Pay no mind to the distant thunder

Beauty fills his head with wonder, boy...

Says it feels right this time

Turn around, found new high lights

Good day to be alive Sir

Good day to be alive, he said...

Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel

Is just a freight train coming your way...

Don't it feel right like this

All the pieces fall to his wish

Suck up for that quick reward boy

Suck up for that quick reward they said...

Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel

Is just a freight train coming your way......

Quote: I was reaching my goal, guess it was just bad luck!

'No leaf clover' comes from the 'four leaf clover' with all the leaves plucked out... four leafs being LOVE FAITH HOPE and LUCK

The 'four leaf clover' is actually the unusual variation of the usual 'three leaf clover'. The four leaf clover if found accidently is believed to get good luck. (luck symbolizing the fourth leaf)

Keep your ears and mind open.. You're dead the day you stop learning and dead men have no luck...

There is a balance in this world...

When somethings going too well... something somewhere is.... uhuh!...

And when things are not going well you're overlooking something...

That brings us to the balance theory in ancient hindu scripts called Karma or the cycle of cause and effect.

The end of that cycle is Nirvana or Moksha in Hindu Jain and Buddhist beliefs.

Moksha is freedom from irrational perception according to jain and Buddhist beliefs.

LOVE is the act of selflessness and ego is the attribute of irrationality

FAITH is a sense of joy deriving from an idea... Joy with no ego leads to Moksha and doubt leads to Karma

HOPE accompanies and brings relief to everything. In Greek mythology when Pandora opened the Pandora's Box she released all the worlds evil except one, Hope. Without hope to accompany their troubles humanity was in great despair. Relief only came after Pandora's revisit to the box and release of hope. 

Even thou considered an evil, Hope brings us to Faith, Faith to Love and love to Moksha. And that is what all Messiahs preach.

So what is LUCK? A miracle?

After-all it is the unusual fourth leaf in the usual 'three leaf clover'.