7 old friends walking down the street..
Their favorite street, jokes abound, every moment a joy..
7 old friends walking down the street..
One got lost, but no one knows how or why..
7 old friends walking down the street..
Another stumbled, and was helped up by the rest
one stumbling to help, but no one noticed in haste..
7 old friends walking down the street..
Moments of strife came, and went by..
7 old friends walking down the street..
Distant now, to each his own in life..
7 old friends walking down the street..
But it's not the same..
Not today, not anymore..
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Dust
Sunshine lights up the morning dew,
casting it's brilliance in every hue..
Another day begins for all,
but it's beauty is only seen by a few..
Wake up, oh body, weak or strong..
The soul's urge is clear,
and the call is long..
As we open our eyes yet once more,
we hope our dreams will see the real world..
And forever change in our eyes,
the look of the wasteland it once bore..
The truth is harsh...
As harsh as it is cold...
But the world would indeed freeze,
truth be told...
The brightest day,
the darkest night,
just chapters of countless lives;
and they watch their hope put up a fight,
then watch sadly, as it withers and dies..
"All is not lost", they say,
"through this abyss of blight,
we will surely find a way.
This tunnel too, will have it's light.."
Running, or walking on to a target set,
even merely crawling towards a goal,
they hadn't yet met..
They'd searched for themselves,
looking high and low..
Only to find out
from dust we come...
...to dust we go...
casting it's brilliance in every hue..
Another day begins for all,
but it's beauty is only seen by a few..
Wake up, oh body, weak or strong..
The soul's urge is clear,
and the call is long..
As we open our eyes yet once more,
we hope our dreams will see the real world..
And forever change in our eyes,
the look of the wasteland it once bore..
The truth is harsh...
As harsh as it is cold...
But the world would indeed freeze,
truth be told...
The brightest day,
the darkest night,
just chapters of countless lives;
and they watch their hope put up a fight,
then watch sadly, as it withers and dies..
"All is not lost", they say,
"through this abyss of blight,
we will surely find a way.
This tunnel too, will have it's light.."
Running, or walking on to a target set,
even merely crawling towards a goal,
they hadn't yet met..
They'd searched for themselves,
looking high and low..
Only to find out
from dust we come...
...to dust we go...
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Pain Uninterrupted...
What is law? A rule? Something everyone must follow? Why are they everywhere? What about those who don't abide? Worse yet, what about the fact that the people that make the laws don't wanna follow them themselves... Why must I even bother writing about it? Those who read this will probably have the same idea, while those who need to read it, probably still don't know what the internet is... Complacency is the single most important thing responsible for holding this shambles of a place back from true development. That's my view anyway... Random thoughts occur as I write every word...
How many of you would enjoy the slaughter of another, for committing a wrongdoing only you would understand? If there ever was a situation where the law couldn't see you, or trace you in any friggin way, would you go ahead, and rip the spine outta an unworthy human being just to see if you could actually do it with your bare hands... Would you test your might against all odds..?
Pain is superficial.. Sum people have borne with it since the day they began to exist, while other luckier souls cringe at the it's mere mention. Neither is weaker than the other, unless by choice.. Pain from a severed limb is so very different from that of a broken heart... Yet different is one from a bleeding heart.. One that's not yet broken, but's been cracked all over; oozing out the love that it contained, or rather, still contains; trying ever so hard to hold onto every last drop, in a cache that it can be barely contained in. There's more where that came from, but people who come and go, only get a few drops... The ocean capable is dripping away, drop by goddamn drop... Yet, it's unending, as hope keeps pumping, pumping new life into veins that want to not exist anymore, only driven by one thought and one thought alone. That which isn't had, isn't lost either.. Or so it may seem...
They say time and tide wait for none. Some thoughts so powerful, may make it seem like they have been successful at the seemingly impossible... And then the very next instant, it all fades again, not making you regret trying, but making you wish you never tried so hard... But then hope, that forsaken lovechild of desire, love, need and commitment surfaces again, only to give strength for one more try; even if it's not when you really need it.. The strife continues everyday, waiting, wanting, with such strong desire that it even feels real. When imagination as powerful as this, works upon these factors, illusions take surprisingly strong forms. Where is the real world? Are we living in it? Or we just a part of someone else's nightmare? One ends, while another begins. The worst part is the dreamer may choose the same cast for his ghastly creation yet again...
How many of you would enjoy the slaughter of another, for committing a wrongdoing only you would understand? If there ever was a situation where the law couldn't see you, or trace you in any friggin way, would you go ahead, and rip the spine outta an unworthy human being just to see if you could actually do it with your bare hands... Would you test your might against all odds..?
Pain is superficial.. Sum people have borne with it since the day they began to exist, while other luckier souls cringe at the it's mere mention. Neither is weaker than the other, unless by choice.. Pain from a severed limb is so very different from that of a broken heart... Yet different is one from a bleeding heart.. One that's not yet broken, but's been cracked all over; oozing out the love that it contained, or rather, still contains; trying ever so hard to hold onto every last drop, in a cache that it can be barely contained in. There's more where that came from, but people who come and go, only get a few drops... The ocean capable is dripping away, drop by goddamn drop... Yet, it's unending, as hope keeps pumping, pumping new life into veins that want to not exist anymore, only driven by one thought and one thought alone. That which isn't had, isn't lost either.. Or so it may seem...
They say time and tide wait for none. Some thoughts so powerful, may make it seem like they have been successful at the seemingly impossible... And then the very next instant, it all fades again, not making you regret trying, but making you wish you never tried so hard... But then hope, that forsaken lovechild of desire, love, need and commitment surfaces again, only to give strength for one more try; even if it's not when you really need it.. The strife continues everyday, waiting, wanting, with such strong desire that it even feels real. When imagination as powerful as this, works upon these factors, illusions take surprisingly strong forms. Where is the real world? Are we living in it? Or we just a part of someone else's nightmare? One ends, while another begins. The worst part is the dreamer may choose the same cast for his ghastly creation yet again...
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Character
No, I'm not talking about people, because as we all know, almost all have lost theirs' a good while ago... I'm talking about cars; not bikes - which seem to only get better, apart from the ones who would have a vintage look suit them better; cars that we drive today. Apart from the really expensive, exclusive ones, it's all a jungle of color out there. Most car companies have identical looking models - the Honda Civic started the single-toothed smile trend that passed on to the Jazz, the Hyundai i10, i20, i30 and so forth, the new Ford Fiesta internationally, and the Ikon in India. Side profile wise, the Indica Vista joins the list with it's petal-shaped headlamps. Sedans, too, are losing their beauty, with restricted curves. Why now?
The new "safety requirements" are to blame, obviously. The whole point being that pedestrians, when hit by a car, shouldn't burn or break their face when they fall on your hood; nevermind the broken limbs then, the safety people surely don't want you losing your good looks!
Car safety is a matter of discretion. It almost wholly depends on the class of driver. Be it a Humvee or an Alto, the risk is (near about) the same in the event of a crash. the Alto will take out a couple of people if it fails to stop on time. The Humvee will, well take out a bit more; but properties have their own insurance.. My point is, a safe driver will, in ANY car, be safe. When will the authorities responsible see the light? Thorough tests should be conducted on the person about to be licensed to drive, rather than extensive, and very expensive, crash and pedestrian safety tests on cars, that in most situations, will keep their occupants safe and sound.
Another issue brought out by a rather well-known automobile enthusiast, on an even better known automobile show, is this - big cars, or more precisely, SUVs.
Picture this - you're a parent of two little children, who by the way, mean the world to you...
Your choice of cars is (A) a Toyota Prius - practical, medium sized, basic creature comforts, very "green", sips fuel like a lazy old man sips his tea, and doesn't cost the earth (or so they say..);
and (B) a BMW X5 3.0 Diesel - large, comfortable, well-built and almost as economical as C-segment car when not driven with a lead foot..
Which would you pick when the safety of your prides and joys is at stake... Forget the X5, I'd pick the Humvee...
That was off-topic, I know, but now back to what I wanted to say... What defines a car? What sets it apart from the rest? Why is the Audi A4 the car of choice when compared to the Honda Accord Inspire V6? They have almost identical features, power, build quality and are equally good looking in their own respects. Is it heritage? Honda and Audi both have that, so do Toyota, Mitsubishi, BMW, Mercedes-Benz, Volkswagen, other Japanese and German manufacturers, and so too, many, many others... A car need not be as exclusive as a Bugatti Veyron or a Pagani Zonda, it can be one which costs 1/100th of those, like a Mini, a Golf or even an old Mahindra 4x4. They've built a name for themselves, a reputation of icons, and all those for the simple reason of character. The companies that launched them, built them with the sole intention of sale. Even iconic marquees like Jaguar, who make cars for more than just sales, can make absolute rubbish like the S-type. What matters is, when you drive them, you can feel the car speak to you, not actual words mind you, but the way it responds with every little, almost involuntary, input that you give it. That is the precise reason I adore the TVS Apache RTR, a bike oozing with character; but, back to cars..
They needn't be the fastest, the quickest around corners or even the biggest engined. When you get behind the wheel, it should make you feel good. It should make you look forward to the drive, even if you have nowhere to go... There are many cars the can do that to you, and yes, it could be said that almost all cars are special to their owners.. That is a special bond that develops. It is what justifies us and our choices. But it's not what defines the car. You may agree or disagree, but was I wrong to talk about character? It isn't about how the car looks, or drives, or even how it makes you feel.. It's all those those things, and a whole lot more...
The new "safety requirements" are to blame, obviously. The whole point being that pedestrians, when hit by a car, shouldn't burn or break their face when they fall on your hood; nevermind the broken limbs then, the safety people surely don't want you losing your good looks!
Car safety is a matter of discretion. It almost wholly depends on the class of driver. Be it a Humvee or an Alto, the risk is (near about) the same in the event of a crash. the Alto will take out a couple of people if it fails to stop on time. The Humvee will, well take out a bit more; but properties have their own insurance.. My point is, a safe driver will, in ANY car, be safe. When will the authorities responsible see the light? Thorough tests should be conducted on the person about to be licensed to drive, rather than extensive, and very expensive, crash and pedestrian safety tests on cars, that in most situations, will keep their occupants safe and sound.
Another issue brought out by a rather well-known automobile enthusiast, on an even better known automobile show, is this - big cars, or more precisely, SUVs.
Picture this - you're a parent of two little children, who by the way, mean the world to you...
Your choice of cars is (A) a Toyota Prius - practical, medium sized, basic creature comforts, very "green", sips fuel like a lazy old man sips his tea, and doesn't cost the earth (or so they say..);
and (B) a BMW X5 3.0 Diesel - large, comfortable, well-built and almost as economical as C-segment car when not driven with a lead foot..
Which would you pick when the safety of your prides and joys is at stake... Forget the X5, I'd pick the Humvee...
That was off-topic, I know, but now back to what I wanted to say... What defines a car? What sets it apart from the rest? Why is the Audi A4 the car of choice when compared to the Honda Accord Inspire V6? They have almost identical features, power, build quality and are equally good looking in their own respects. Is it heritage? Honda and Audi both have that, so do Toyota, Mitsubishi, BMW, Mercedes-Benz, Volkswagen, other Japanese and German manufacturers, and so too, many, many others... A car need not be as exclusive as a Bugatti Veyron or a Pagani Zonda, it can be one which costs 1/100th of those, like a Mini, a Golf or even an old Mahindra 4x4. They've built a name for themselves, a reputation of icons, and all those for the simple reason of character. The companies that launched them, built them with the sole intention of sale. Even iconic marquees like Jaguar, who make cars for more than just sales, can make absolute rubbish like the S-type. What matters is, when you drive them, you can feel the car speak to you, not actual words mind you, but the way it responds with every little, almost involuntary, input that you give it. That is the precise reason I adore the TVS Apache RTR, a bike oozing with character; but, back to cars..
They needn't be the fastest, the quickest around corners or even the biggest engined. When you get behind the wheel, it should make you feel good. It should make you look forward to the drive, even if you have nowhere to go... There are many cars the can do that to you, and yes, it could be said that almost all cars are special to their owners.. That is a special bond that develops. It is what justifies us and our choices. But it's not what defines the car. You may agree or disagree, but was I wrong to talk about character? It isn't about how the car looks, or drives, or even how it makes you feel.. It's all those those things, and a whole lot more...
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