~Chasing Cars~

We'll do it all
every thing
on our own
we don't need
anything
or anyone

if i lay here,
if i just lay here,
would you lie with me,
and just forget the world

i don't quite know
how to say
how i feel

those three words
are said too much
they're not enough

if i lay here,
if i just lay here,
would you lie with me,
and just forget the world

forget what we're told
before we get too old
show me a garden
thats bursting into life

let's waste time chasing cars
around our heads
i need your grace
to remind me
to find my own

if i lay here,
if i just lay here,
would you lie with me,
and just forget the world

forget what we're told
before we get too old
show me a garden
thats bursting into life

all that i am
all that i ever was
its here in your perfect eyes
they're all i can see
i don't know where
confused about how as well
just know that these things
will never change for us at all

if i lay here,
if i just lay here,
would you lie with me,
and just forget the world
- Snow Patrol, Chasing Cars

How often do we come across situations or moments in our lives that can make time stop?
You can plan these moments out in your head but you can never plan or know how your gonna feel. I guess thats why time stops...

All of our young lives we search for someone to love. Someone that makes us complete. We choose partners and change partners. We dance to a song of heartbreak and hope. All the while wondering if somewhere, somehow, there's someone perfect who might be searching for us...

If there was news, that the world wouldnt be ready to hear?

Who would be holding that back...?

Banksy

I was thinking to myself the other day that the whole system is essentially fundamentally flawed.

I've always debated who gets to decide whats right and whats wrong.

We need more people like Banksy. What better way to challenge the system than through creativity.





- It's easier to get forgiveness than permission.


-Leave the house before you find something worth staying in for.



-The time of getting fame for your name on its own is over. Artwork that is only about wanting to be famous will never make you famous. Any fame is a by-product of making something that means something. You don't go to a restaurant and order a meal because you want to have a shit.


For those of you who haven't heard of him, shame on you...

Thoughts from my random mind

I’ve been thinking about writing all sorts of stuff, but I just haven’t got down to doing it. I had an interesting discussion with a friend of mine over the weekend. We were talking about how old are we? Not us, but our planet.

To me numbers that professionals give us will always be speculative. I don’t think anyone on this planet is able to fully access or give us even anything accurate as to how old this planet actually is. Yes I do find it a little strange that of all the planets in our solar system ours is the only one with life. The time taken to revolve around the sun is 365 ¼ days which constitute a year. The time taken to for the earth to revolve around its own axis is a day. So according to lawsonomy time as recognized by man is merely a record of the number of revolutions made by the Sphere upon which he lives. So we rely on our fellow species to tell us exactly how things work around us. Not just for time, for practically everything else as well. Which is a different issue really but everything we don’t know is someone else’s interpretation of it.

How many of you actually think that dinosaurs look like exactly how they’re portrayed in Jurassic park. Yes a lot of research has gone behind what we call Paleontology but the fact of the matter is no one has a photograph of an actual dinosaur. So no one really knows what one looks like. How much are we to really on our imaginations. Actually that’s the only thing we can rely on. What can we base it on? Exactly how our fellow species defines it out to be.

You look at civilizations. I’m being very general and not going into details. At one point in time, practically each country had its own unique individuality without the influence of anyone else. Now I’m wearing clothes and speaking a language that in all actuality isn’t my own. If people around me in my work place can’t speak English as fluently as me, I actually have a stereo typical view which I’m not very proud of. It seems the course of the world is an interesting one. You take the biggest powerhouse in the world today. They don’t really have what we define as culture. But instead they really are a bunch of people from everywhere else who now constitute they’re one nationality. Their history is really self explanatory. I guess that’s pretty much why they are the biggest powerhouse because actually speaking they are a conglomerate of the world put in one country.

I remember way back in the 3rd grade a teacher asked us what the process of primates turning to humans is called. The answer being evolution she then proceeded to ask us if evolution is a whole process where in primates have evolved into the human species how come this process has stopped. What actually does control this process and how come we’re still not in that process? Another interesting question I remember a teacher asking me way back was to do with extra terrestrial life. Why is it that when we imagine them or portray them, we do it in the most ugliest, disgusting, weirdest form ever? Take alien or species or even E.T. So if they do exist or if we want them to in our movies why haven’t we pictured them in a better light?

Right so back to dinosaurs. The reason I’m writing about this is because I’m really confused as to how this whole thing works. Not the technicalities but more in term of events that are in all actuality just supposed to be random but in totality define so many things that concern our lives today. So one day something really crazy happened and dinosaurs just disappeared. It was obviously a random event. With so much speculation no one will actually ever know what happened. Whether an asteroid finished them off or due to a change in atmospheric climate conditions we now live on a planet that was once dominated by their species. So who’s to say none of this cant happen again?

When I mentioned earlier about the change in atmospheric climate conditions, what I really was talking about was that volcanic activity ceased which means that temperature levels were dropping which ultimately led to oxygen levels dropping. So its difficult for a dinosaur the size of a 10 storied building to get oxygen to all parts of its body. So my point really is the occurrence of random events. Where in no one actually knows what’s going to happen when. What really controls volcanic activity, earthquakes and other natural disasters? The world would definitely be a different place if there was more land than water. It seems like if there were someone who had control over us, every time he felt we were going outta control he’d use a tsunami to tame us. Yes I know, a very silly conception. Though we can monitor when the possibility of an earth quake is about to arise we don’t have time scales in terms of predictability.

So if the universe is infinite there is an infinite chance of anything and everything happening out there. Including an asteroid headed our way. I’m not really a paranoid person. But I’m more curious in terms of the future. Looking back to what seems like a very colorful history for us and our planet one can’t resist looking ahead either. The fact that the earth has evolved in terms of lifestyles so much in the last 20 years, more than it probably has in the past 200. So how much better does it get? Or do we get stagnant?

Looking at the world in which we live in today and probably what it was like 50 years ago, I say these are some pretty interesting times to come what with the way technology just seems to be galloping ahead.

There was a whole bunch of random stuff I wanted to post. But it’s a little scattered at the moment. So ill probably put in another post later or simply just update this one.

Some food for thought, one of the revelations that hit me when I was having that conversation with my friend was, was the fact that how do we know that the human species wasn’t wiped out and started all over again. In all honesty a billion years ago the human species reached the year 5000 was wiped out by an asteroid or natural disaster and then a billion years later they re-evolved to where we are now in the 21st century.

So how old actually are we?

It's like that Porsche ad, imagining what it could be like is a poor substitute for knowing...

部外者

If you have pleasant memories of the past which turned sour, leave them there. When you have those same elements of that past come by you in the present, keep an open mind.

Release your mind, search yourself.

Those elements are only meant to be reinforced.


I'm Gaijin and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Intuition

I've always wondered how it works. It is it really luck or a series of random situations and consequences that helps us to develop this extra sensory power. Too many close calls in my past have brought me to believe that it is definitely more than mere coincidence.

Its like David Blaine said on one of his shows. The phone rings and you know exactly who it is. Or you're just simply staring at your phone expecting it to ring and a couple of seconds later it does. I was sharing a cigarette with a friend the other day on my balcony when he asked me where my dad was. I said he wasn't home yet and I know when he'd be on the way coz my sister said she'd call when they left. So I knew once she called I'd have to stub the cigarette and head back inside. So we smoked a couple of cigarettes and I wasn't worried in the least bit coz I was expecting her to call. I don't know whether it was random or jus the anticipation of the expectation of that call that made me check. She had sent a message 20 mins ago sayin they were on the way. So we stubbed out and headed back inside. Sure enough my doorbell rings a couple of mins into us steppin back inside. So if id checked my phone a couple of mins later I would have been in the shits considering they weren't expected until a whole lot later.

The other day I was talking to my Dad about some random person and sure enough we bump into him on the road the next day. The odds of which are definitely slim to none. I was talking to a cousin about a friend of mine who lives in another city, I hang up with him and a couple of mins later my friend calls n I haven't spoken to him in ages.

One of the classics that I'd like to deem happened a couple of years ago. I used to sneak out in the middle of the night once in a while to chill with friends. We'd have a quick couple of drinks n then I'd head back coz no matter how adventurous you are the paranoia eventually gets to you. I say paranoia coz in order to enter my room 3 doors have to be opened,the house door, the TV room door and my room door. In order to get to the TV room I have to surpass my parents room. That's the hardest part. Once I'm through the TV room, its the safe zone. Technicalities aside my Dad has always had erratic sleeping habits. Due to the traveling and time differences he many a time wakes up in the middle of the night to watch TV. He chooses to step outta his room coz he doesn't wanna wake my mom. Which doesn't work very well for me. So that night on consuming copious amounts of alcohol I figure I'll slip into my room MI:3 style.
I open door no.1 things seem quiet. On my way past my parent's room I hear a door close. I figure someone's just used the toilet. At this stage the adrenalin kicks into overdrive. In a 10 second dash I find myself behind the room of my door panting real hard when I hear the TV room door open. In a minute the TV is on and my dad is watching the tube. I struggle to imagine how I got away. Its not like I get away with it all the time. I have been caught. But I've definitely escaped more times than I have been caught. What prompted me to leave at that exact time and not a couple of minutes later? Intuition? I'm not quite sure. Yes if id left a couple of minutes before Id have been completely safe. But you can never get enough of a good thing.

There are so many things in this world that I do not understand. But it's definitely some food for thought.

The Price of Fame

I was watching an interesting show on the tube last night. It was basically encounters that celebrities had with the paparazzi. I think that the foremost reason that celebrities are famous is solely because of the paparazzi. But is there a line that shouldn't be crossed? I would like to think so.

Cher as we all know is a passionate singer. Standing out is something she's been able to do with ease. She's on her bike in Malibu when she spots a guy with a camera from across the street. She's obviously visibly upset. So she drives up a lil further and then decides to confront the guy.

"What the f$#& do you think you're doing? This is not a red carpet premiere or a concert. This is a private place. This is where I live!"

She storms off.

Paparazzi remains silent.

Cher chooses to come back again.

"Your f$%#ing sick you know that? How can you sleep at night? How do you live with yourself?"

Once again Paparazzi remains silent.

Cher decides to stomp back again attempting to deliver the last and final blow.

"Your not a f$%#ing man!"

Thinking she's made an impact she finally decides to leave.

"Heh heh..... your right Cher.....heh heh.....ure absolutely right..... heh heh... I'm not a man, I'm a f$%#ing richer man now!"


I'm not sure who had the upper hand in this situation. But 2 things struck me. Yes, if your famous you must already know that your career option does involve intrusions with your private life. Which means you choose to live with this fame primarily because it's the paparazzi and media that actually enhance it. Cher could have driven off. Not confronting that cameraman would have avoided her being on that show. But I would empathize. Your personal time is personal.

There were a host of other celebrities that featured on the show. Frank Sinatra said " Ill break your f$%#ing head" to a camera man outside a restaurant. Tommy Lee assaulted a guy and people were holding Pamela Anderson back. Charlie Sheen got so pissed off that his walking towards the guy with his fists clenched made the cameraman back off and apologize profusely, for the fear of getting beat up. Pierce Brosnan our very own 007 slapped a guy. Shannon Doherty's party got trashed. I guess my point being that celebrity reactions in this sort of fashion can be so amusing that they have triggered of a show named ' The Price of Fame'.

No matter how much we choose to deny it, gossip is always gossip. Most people can never mind their own business. They've got to know what's happening in everyone else's life. So much so, that these famous peoples personal lives are exposed on a whole new level. Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie had to flee from one country to another. Visas were denied to journalists who wished to visit Namibia on Jungle Safaris.

As I continue to find corners in circular rooms. I feel that we make these famous people famous. We choose to pry into their personal and public lives. We choose how famous they are and get to be. We are given the choice to actually determine how far they may get. If the whole world decided 50 made shit rhymes, you think he'd be where he is right now? People look for something different and unique that sets them apart from the rest of the crowd. There may be so many more people who possess qualities then.


What makes famous people famous?

People.

People being millions of masses, thinking with one mind.

BRACE YOURSELF - PART I

Tuesday, May 9th

Sailor calls me in the evening. I haven't spoken to him in a while and it's a nice surprise. Being in the merchant navy he's in the city 2 maybe 3 times a year. So its always nice catching up with him and having to hear about his escapades at various ports around the world.

"I’m passing by in 10 mins, I'll give you a call when I'm downstairs".

"Sure thing, I'll see you soon".

I make my way down and looking at me with a big wide grin is none other than Btax. Btax always has this knack for surprise visits. He's done it to me a couple of times before and the best part is I have never had a clue.

"When the fuck did you get here", I walk over and give him a hug.

"Today afternoon, I'm here for a week".

"You know what that means". Sailor adds in.

I can already see the week unfolding. It’s definitely going to be one long week. Whenever Btax is in town you know its gonna get crazy.

"We're off to the Train Spree for dinner, why don’t you join us?"

When he says dinner he really actually means Drinks with appetizers. Dinner is really outta the question.

"Sorry man, but I've got guests home for dinner. Gimme a call on your way back, we'll meet up for a bit".

We smoke a cigarette and he leaves. I head back upstairs wondering what’s going to happen tonight.

At 11:30 my phone rings. It's Btax.

"Are you getting out?" His slur and the loud music tell me he's had more to drink than appetizers.

"Yeah but only for an hour, I've got work tomorrow!". I've got to forewarn him right from the start coz otherwise my boss will have me sleepin with the fishies.

"We'll see about that", he says with a snarl. Its the same snarl that Agent Smith uses when he tells Neo, "You hear that Mr. Anderson? That is the sound of inevitability" Right before he's gonna get hit by that train. Fortunately Neo escapes. That train has already run me over.

The car ride is a noisy one till we get to his place. Its one of those rare moments where only one of us is inebriated around the other.

We get there. Sailor is explaining to me why he traded in his old car for the new one he's driving now when Btax says, "You see ScarrsS, we'rre on the 3rd floor. Yourrr in the basement. You need to get up here".

He pulls out a 1.75 liter bottle of Jack Daniels.

Fuck. That’s a lotta Bourbon.

"You know what Btax, I’m already on the freakinn roof" I couldn't fathom the size of that bottle.

He pulls out the coke, I carry the bottle and sailor takes the glasses. Only that Sailor breaks a glass, Btax drops the ice and I need to take all of it.

The first couple of drinks are slow. Your sipping your drink slowly and trying to act civilized. Once Mr. Jack shakes your hand, you know it’s nice to meet him.

Fast-forward an hour n a half. I’m down 8 whoppers of Jack n Cokes n I’m singing really loudly.
It’s definitely time to leave. Only I look at Btax, Btax looks at me, I look at Sailor and Sailor looks at me. We all look at each other. We crack up hysterically.
Finally after 5 rounds of "we'll leave after this song", I drive Sailors car to my place. I'm at that stage where I haven't completely let go. So the speed limit isn't scary.
I drop myself back and somehow Btax convinces Sailor he'll drive. I cross my fingers, touch some wood and make my way up.

I slip into my room switch my vaio on and start typing my previous post. I get a glance at the time its 3:00, I'm sleepin with the fishies.

BRACE YOURSELF - PART II

Wednesday, May 10th


"Don’t you have work today?" is the first thing I hear at half 7 in the morning. Its one of those mornings I really cant wake up on my own. My heads spinning, my mouths dry and I have a funny taste in my mouth. Water, I need shit loads of water. Cold showers are temporary relievers. After which you can feel the effects wearing you down.

I make it to the office. The morning's hard. I manage to squeeze a cigarette in the middle and try to dredge up last night. Looking out the window on the 4th floor I suddenly see a guy on a bike trying to jump the signal. Only he doesn’t see the cop waiting on the other side.

Looks like I'm not the only one whose gonna have a long day.

I drink as much water as I can. I make it to the afternoon which is a whole lot more relaxed. I can’t wait to get home. Before I leave to get home, I get a call.

" We're going to Suede Bar tonight. Be ready at 9". Click. Btax hangs up.

I get a lil more than an hour to find my bearings till Btax comes to get me. Like I said, cold showers are temporary relievers.

Btax comes to get me with Sailor and Tsar. Tsar no longer spends too much time in this city as his work is concentrated somewhere else. I take well to reacquainting with familiar people.

We head there and its reasonably crowded for a Wednesday night. At least I don’t have to squeeze by people saying, "Now, as a question of etiquette - as I pass, do I give you the ass or the crotch? ".

Fortunately we make our way to the bar with ease. Jack n cokes for Btax n me, Sailor's on Bacardi and Tsar is on diet coke. Tsar doesn’t drink in this city. He's got his reason and we respect that reason. So there's no questioning his motives. But Tsar outside of this city is a different ball game and since we know this, we don’t question.

More often than not, the topic of conversation will always find its way to unmentionables.

" I’m paranoid about carrying anything on flights", I tell Tsar. He's been traveling up and down between cities for a couple of years now. He's built his confidence. He knows the loopholes. He defines a calculated risk.

" What about sniffer dogs?" I suddenly have a vision of an Alsatian barking up my ass and all eyes in the airport are on me. Candid camera moment.

"The odds are slim" Tsar reinforces. " They're mostly there when they get a tip off".

2 years ago I was traveling alone to Singapore to catch up with a childhood friend. On the way to the airport, I was in a catch-22 situation. Either I could play safe and get rid of what I had on me or I could get on the flight and revel in my notoriety once I got there. I had the same vision of the Alsation grabbing a bite off my rear end. Calculated risk? Not when Cheebai greeted me at the airport with evergreen. I'm glad I chucked it outta the window. Sure enough someone else was going to be notorious on my way back home, I caught site of 3 Labradors before I checked in at Changi.

We need refills. I make my way to the bar and try to get the bartenders attention. Sitting at the bar is a middle age guy probably in his mid 40's. He's checking his messages. I glance over and then I glance back. I'm not the kinda person to pry into other people's personal lives coz I wouldn’t want anyone to pry into mine, but the guy literally had his phone in my face. Besides which, looking the other way wasn’t going to get us our drinks. He's staring at his phone and the message reads ' How could you do this to me? You used me. I hate you, you promised me you would leave her and the kids'.
My eyebrows perk up. My eyes get big. I'm not quite sure what to think. The guys probably in a mid life crisis, his wife is too busy with the kids n not giving him enough attention. So he's probably buckled in and given into someone who would. Heck, I don’t know. All I know is that Diane Lane's role in Unfaithful is not restricted to women only. This guy was giving me a live act.
" Can we have a repeat of our 3 drinks please" I try to keep a strait face.
The bartender knows what we've been drinking. Its my 3rd time around.

He looks at middle-aged guy. " Can I get a double scotch on the rocks". I guess he could use it. He's going to have a long night.

I get our drinks and head towards the guys. I tell them about my encounter. They crack up.

" Either which way, he's going to be lonely tonight!" Btax has a cruel sense of humor. None of us can help but agree. I know I shouldn't feel bad for the guy, but I can’t help myself. Sticky situations like those need a lotta work to get out of and your basically screwed.

In the mean while Btax has mysteriously organized for our second round of blue kamikaze’s.

"Cheers!" and the drinks disappear as mysteriously as they appear.

Tsar starts to tell us about a trip he's planning to make to Portugal. One hour from Lisbon is a lake around which happy campers are going to rave on for about a week. His description of what he's anticipating to experience makes us all want to be there.

We hang around till the bartender tells us its our last order.

"One more round of blue kamikaze’s", last orders are code for Btax calling the shots. No pun intended.

The nights still young according to our standards. The only difference is I have a balding boss to report to the next day. I call it a night and ask the guys to drop me back. It's difficult to resist the temptation of having the night out. But a fucked up day at work is not the price I am willing to pay. Even though it's still going to be pretty fucked. By the time we reach my place the guys have decided to drive to our French Colony for breakfast. Its a 2 hour drive one way. I do the math. I need my sleep. I bid goodbye to the guys and make my ascent upstairs. Its funny how when your trying to make the least amount of noise getting into your house, you end up making the most. Fortunately I was quick and made a nose dive strait for my room. After a quick change I set the alarm on my sound dock and dive into my blanket of obscurity.

Daryl Hannah makes for a feisty nurse when she walks down the aisle of that hospital in Kill Bill Vol.1. She's got that sinister smile n she looks ominous with her eye patch. She's whistling a tune I hear. I wake up. My phones been ringing.

"ScarS you awake?" Btax is all frantic.

"wassup?" i say in a muffled tone.

"Can you get out?"

I look at my watch. It's almost 5.

"Are you serious?" Click. Btax hangs up.

I rest my head back on my pillow and darkness engulfs me.

BRACE YOURSELF - PART III

Thursday, May 11th

Imagine you wake up. Like any other day you do all the routine stuff you usually do in the morning. You brush your teeth, shave, take a shower n then get ready. You grab a bite and your all set to leave. You drive your car outta your building, head strait n then you make a right which heads into the busiest part of town. At first it doesn't seem all that strange. But then you start to look around. There's not a single person in sight. It's half 9, its usually thriving with people and bustling with cars. Except your the only person in the only car on the road. You feel strange so you drive a little further with anticipation. You drive a little more than further and the anticipation turns into anxiety. Anxious you stop the car in the middle of the road, get out and take a 360-degree turn. All you can see is emptiness, which fills you up like how water would the Grand Canyon. What's usually filled with a million people is now only you and you alone. You start to freak out. You start running down the middle of the road looking for signs of life. You run and then you run some more, till your muscles burn and your heart feels like its going to explode through your chest. And then you stop running coz the adrenalin rush has failed to realign your perception. You outstretch your arms, look up into the unknown and shout out loud. You’re waiting for it to hit you.

Abre Los Ojos.

I think about David Aames's dream in Vanilla Sky. My sound dock wakes me up to the same track that's playing in his dream sequence in the opening scene of the movie. The room that is a whirlpool is my head. With just over 6 hours of sleep in 2 days, you automatically get the volume turned down.

It's sardonic, when on a day like today, a person with a regular 8 hours of sleep would still feel tired after the work I was given to do. I felt like I was breathing smoke. As long as my heart kept thrusting blood to my brain, my body still functioned. After 6 liters of water, 3 cups of black coffee and a couple of whizz breaks to relieve some of the intoxication, I brawl through the first 8 hours of the day to get my work done on time. I smoke the first cigarette I take pleasure in at 4, n with a cup of coffee in my hand I stare outside my 4th floor window lost in oblivion.

When my phone rings and I see its Btax, I have my speech all ready about the importance of revitalization. When he tells me we're taking a break today. I breathe a sigh of relief. Tomorrow night is Btax's birthday and its a night I know we're going to remember.

We catch a movie in the evening; Btax and Sailor drop me home. I get into bed at about 11. For the first time in a while, I'm almost instantly asleep.

BRACE YOURSELF - PART IV

Friday, May 12th


I wake up around the usual time feeling as though my brains been replaced with a new one. It’s been thoroughly serviced and ready for the weekend. I firmly believe that the only cure/solution to the after effects of alcohol consumption is nothing but sleep. 8 hours of sleep feels like I won a million dollar lottery. On the contrary, I've never won the lottery so it’s more like sleeping for the first time in 3 days.

Work is a refreshing change. Feeling that I've been hydrated to normal levels, the day breezes by.

Btax has made reservations at the Train Spree for dinner. Again by dinner I mean drinks/appetizers. In all the time that we've known each other, there has seldom been a time when Btax and I have actually gone out to eat a proper meal. Pitching this to him is no point coz even if we decided to go to dinner, it would beer for appetizers, whiskey for the main course and tequila for dessert. Trust me, I do not want to get into what a 3-course meal would sound like.

I dial sailors number.

"Do we have a cake?" I ask Sailor hoping he's already thought of it.

"No, but I was thinking about the same thing. I'll call the hotel and notify them".

It's a good thing Sailor and I remember. Btax is celebrating his birthday here for the first time in 3 years. I know he'd be disappointed even though he's going to act embarrassed when they bring it out for him.

Our reservation is at half 8. The reason being so early is coz Btax's parents will join us for a brief while. Train Spree has a nice spot on the roof. Elegantly set, its ambience is welcoming. You get a nice view of central parts of the city, something you wouldn’t find in most other hotels. Plus we were fortunate with constant wind. You would expect a nice meal and some good drinks to hit the spot, but alas the food hits a negative low on my scale. I have eaten better food at a roadside dhaba on the outskirts of Delhi. Moreover they do not have an International Liquor License. Which means either you can decide to here pipers playing with a 100 pipers or get rough with Black Dog. Either of which none of us fancied. It was only the next day that we were trying to figure out why we went there in the first place.

Btax, Sailor and I reach first. We're shown to our table. Btax's parents join us shortly. Our neighboring table is a noisy one. A party of 10, they make a market place seem serene.

We order our drinks. Hoping that the alcohol will help drown out the ladies shrieking and the men prattling.

"You know what's going to happen after a few drinks right?" I ask Btax.

"What?" He replies a little tentatively.

"They're gonna wanna make us keep our mouths shut!" I say with furtive smile.

What we fail to understand is the difference between our decibel levels before and after the consumption of intoxicants such as alcohol. With every drink that goes down, you turn the volume up a notch.

Btax smiles back. We're thinking in unison.

Tsar joins us at about half nine.

"I'll have a sweet lime juice" he tells the waiter that approaches him. Almost immediately Btax's folks look at him as though his flying saucer just pulled in from Mars.

"You dont drink?" Btax's Dad poses the question quizzically.

"Its a long story Dad, maybe some other time." Btax interrupts before Tsar can explain.

A moment of silence ensues.

"So who did you vote for Uncle?" I ask Btax's Dad to get the incongruity outta the air.

Btax's Dad goes on to tell me that for the past 2 elections who ever he's voted for have lost. So we come to the conclusion that the next time around if he wants the fat lady to win he should vote for the old man. The elections have been the hot topic of conversation over the past week. Since it was so keenly contested, most people have their own individual points of view.

Tsar gets his juice and his Btax's folks still have that look of aberration. Maybe its coz Btax, Sailor n I have been ordering drinks every 20 minutes.

Parots, GT and his better half walk in at about half 10.

" You fu-ah, Btax why didn't you tell me it was your birthday" GT notices Btax's folks in time.

Btax like a lot of us doesn't like to announce his birthday to the whole world. If people know, good. If they don’t, they'll find out eventually. We don’t subscribe to the, ' Hey its my birthday, you forgot to wish me', scenario.

Everyone settles down and we order everyone drinks. GT looks at me and gives me that smile. Its the 'I know you've had 6 drinks smile'.

Btax hands me the menu and asks me to order appetizers. I give him the dumbfounded look. He can’t decide, so now it’s conveniently up to me to order. Which makes it especially difficult since no ones here to eat dinner. I glance up and down the menu 10 times. What we've already ordered is below average and I don’t want the blame for ordering bad food. Besides which I've already convinced them to get 2 orders of food from their low-level restaurant/coffee shop.
I suddenly have a vision that Katrina's hit and we're all stranded atop this hotel. I’m positive the relief supplies of food we're thrown will taste better.

No, not an option.

I place the order for appetizers and direct my attention back to the table. Btax's folks will wanna leave soon, which means we need to get the cake. I only hope the cakes good. It would take something drastic for a hotel like theirs to go wrong with the cake. They have a good spread of desserts at the coffee shop. I convince myself. I let the waiter know and then head to the restroom so I don’t give away the surprise. On relieving myself, I check myself out in the mirror. Sure enough there's a stranger staring back at me. I check to see if I have, 'I've had 6 drinks' written on my face and sure enough I do.

I head back to our table and in a minute the cake arrives. Btax is embarrassed. He's flushed and the whole restaurant's looking at him.

"Can we ask them to put the cake in a box, we'll go home and do this" Btax whispers to me on the side.

"Sorry mate, no chance" I reply sternly.

All of us get outta our seats and start singing. Sailor n me know its pay back time to the folks on the neighboring table, so we scream out at the top our lungs.

Formalities finished and cake being fed, we bid adieu to Btax's parents. The cake is good and I'm thanking god for small mercies. Almost instantaneously the table's gyrated. From being sophisticated and refined young men we've made ourselves comfortable to being in our backyards. The smokes are being pulled out a whole lot more frequently and the waiters are buzzing around with constant orders for repeats of drinks. When the parents are away, none of us behave.

We now owned the place.

"I've lost my capacity to drink" GT tells Sailor and me. "It's not like how it used to be".

I empathize with GT. On joining the workforce our version of balance has capsized. Working 5-6 days a week, we look forward to weekends to vent out and our concept of weekends is now tainted.

"That's what happens when you start working" I try to reassure him.

I'm loosing track of whiskies and I’m making his point more evident. GT smiles back and gives me a pat on the shoulder.

GT's better half leaves for Hans's place. A place we will grace very shortly.

Since most of us have lived/studied/worked/traveled abroad, our topic of conversation starts to delve into travel and places visited. GT starts to tell us about a trip he made to Northern Scotland. Where he vacationed along the Loch Ness. He tells us about a caravan he hired for a lil over 20 pounds a day which about 4 people can use.

"That's damn cheap" I do the exchange rate conversation in my head for each person.

"Yeah and you can do whatever you want out there, no restrictions".

"What about the Loch Ness monster, do you think it exists?" I ask him spontaneously.

"Of course it does. There are like pictures and sightings and the whole works"

"But its not been scientifically proven, its a myth" Tsar butts in.

"How do you explain the pictures and sightings then?" GT reemphasizes his stand.

"None of the evidence is conclusive and all the proof has proven to be elusive” I add trying to gain ground.

"But people have actually seen it!" GT replies.

Personally, I'd like to believe in myths. If there's a slightest hint of a vampire, I'm in. But what is perplexing to me is how old 'Nessie' actually is. People spotted it way back in the 6th century and there have been all sorts of reports on sightings all along the years. So how old is the damn thing then?? I explain my point to GT and he concurs.

"But that don’t mean it does or doesn’t exist!" I exult.

Its not that I do or don’t' believe. It just made for interesting conversation on Indian whiskey.

After a certain point in the night, I glance at my watch. It reads 11-00. I've lost track of the whiskies gone down and the 3 shots Btax ordered were stiff and unprofessionally made. Its nearing time to leave.

"I need to get home. I've got something to pick up." Btax sounds as though he's in a hurry.

"What do you need?" GT asks.

"I've got to pick up my bottle of JD"

"What??!! You've got one more of those?!" I ask envisioning my fatality.

As a kid, Mortal Kombat use to make for a famous 2-player game. My favorite being Sub zero, I use to practice real hard to get his fatality correct. Its his last finishing move where in he freezes his opponent and upper cuts him to leave him in pieces. Instead Btax being Scorpion has taken off his mask and revealed his skull face that breathes fire, burning me completely.

K.O

"Why do you want to go all the way home for that?" GT cant make sense outta the situation.

"Coz I want JD"

"But I've got a bottle of Chivas at home" GT tries to get a heads up.

But I know Btax. He's the same kid who wouldn’t have ice cream if he dint get his flavor.

I glance over at GT, "Its his birthday".

GT nods and submits to what seems to him an illogical conquest.

The plan is to now meet Parots n Btax at Hans's place. With the whiskey down and the time of the night we estimate about 20 mins until we all get there. Tsar stares on. I hate to contemplate the states of people like us through the eyes of a sober entity. Tsar probably thought we'd given into valet awaiting the arrival of our flying saucers.

I look at Sailor's drink. He's almost done.

"Another one?" I wink.

Sailor nods and I signal for the waiter.

"Another round of drinks please" the slurring hasn’t begun but I can tell its well on the way.

"I’m sorry sir, but we've closed the bar"

"What? You've got to be kiddin me?!"

"I’m sorry sir but we cant serve you anymore drinks because the bar is closed"

"Yeah we know it is, you just said that. But all we really need is one more drink" GT adds in.

"Call your manager!" Sailors become the captain.

"We're ready to leave, it's just one for the road" I try to sound convincing.

"I'll talk to the manager" he replies. I guess we no longer owned the place.

My nervous system starts to act up and I make my way to the rest room. On the way to the rest room is a plasma screen playing one of our music channels. I decide to stop on my way back. Conscious of employees staring at me, I use the eyes at the back of my head to keep a strong stand while I watch on. There’s a show on where people are doing exotic things to prove their love to one another. My first thoughts are, people will do anything to get on TV. One of the clips I couldn’t understand was where a girl who dint know how to swim was attempting to wade from one end of a pool to the other with floats attached to the sides of her arms. It’s the same orange floats we use to wear at 5 years old. The catch is, the pool is filled with bricks of ice. Attempting an artic swim when you don’t know how to swim for a supposed love of your life didn't make sense to me at that point in time. In fact it still doesn't. She jumps in and halfway through the water she realizes she's about to drown. She then makes her way to the side and people are attempting to pull her out. Only she doesn’t want to get out. She loves her man so much she's willing to go into hypothermia on t.v.

I crack up real hard. It's one of those reflexes, which you just can’t control. The waiters around me are looking at me like I'm in need of alcoholic's anonymous coz I’m past the delirious state. Only they don’t see how ridiculous it was when she completed the swim, her man pulls her out and they have Meatloaf's 'I would do anything for love' playing. I was going to be sick.

I make my way back trying to access the seriousness of the show. I decide to tell the guys about the show when I realize our glasses are still empty. Shit.

"The managers a stickler for rules" GT says greeting me back.

"Lets get the hell outta here" Tsar says. Not drinking the service has pissed him off.

"Did you tell them we're not coming back?" I ask GT hoping he's used that line for some extra leverage.

"Didn’t work" he replies spitefully.

They probably wouldn't need us back. We gave them their business for the month.

We leave nodding our heads instead of the traditional thank you and walk out swearing under our breaths.

On the portico, we decide that Sailor will ride with Tsar and I'll ride with GT. We leave Sailors car behind and decide to pick it up from the hotel on the way back. We let the valet guy know by showing him our tag and identifying our car. We look deep into his eyes and ask him to remember us. Incase of the unfortunate loss of tag which we hope wouldn’t happen but in any case I’m sure he was gonna remember the Martians.

We stop over on the way to Hans's to pick up some smokes and coke for the JD. I grab a red bull hoping I have a revitalization of body and mind. Only none of that happens and I can now hear my heart beating outside of my chest.

On the way to Hans's I realize its a couple of minutes past 12. I dial Btax's number.

"Happy Birthday, you son of a b%&#, so much for being in the same city!"

I wish him and so does GT and soon after we pull in to Hans's. While we're about to enter Hans's, Parot's car pulls up and Btax jumps out. I walk over give him a hug and wish him again. With sufficient ammunition we're about to enter the battlefield. I carry the JD, Sailor carries the coke and Btax wanted a minute coz he was on the phone. We announce our arrival by setting Mr. Jack on the table and shortly after everyone starts to sing for Btax.

I scan the place like I would in CSI. Glasses and Ice that’s all we need. I fix drinks for us and move over to the side to talk to Sailor. I start to explain the lethality involved with Mr. Jack now. Its sweet, distinct and suddenly tastes a whole lot better than whiskey would with soda.

"We've left the port and we've started sailing. I don’t think we're docking anytime soon" Sailors analogies are making more sense to me than A for Apples and B for Balls. I make my way out to the garden to greet some fellow acquaintances and in moments I find myself part of a circle. A circle in which, I must now employ my smoking ethics.

After spinning a round, I glance over my left shoulder. I swear I saw a white rabbit. Or did I? No, I don’t think I’m following this one this time. I look at my glass and my drinks suddenly disappeared. I make my way back to fix a drink trying to seem innocuous. I get a glimpse of Sailor and he smiles at me.

Yeah, we're sailing.

I head to the kitchen to get some ice. Upon entering I see Tsars and Nah talking. I wonder whether to stick around.


"Do you prefer going out here or in another city" looks like I’ll be sticking around.

"Is that a trick question?"

"Just answer the question"

"Well that depends"

Tsar says never mind coz he already knows my answer.

When I was traveling to Europe a couple of summers ago, I had to stop in and outta BBay. A second year of mine greeted me at the airport with half a bottle of whiskey and some accessories. After chilling in the suburbs for a while, I asked him our plan of action. He said we were headed to his friends place coz it was his birthday. I was a little apprehensive considering I’m not so great with meeting new people. " Just chill" was all he said. On reaching there I was welcomed by the cutest girl ever who said " Hi I'm Simin, can I get you something to drink?" Which was a first for me actually coz I’ve never felt at home in a place I couldn’t call home. Everyone was real friendly and I had an awesome night. Which has led me to believe that it’s not the place, but the people that make the place.

I decide to avoid the speech and head outta the kitchen when Btax stops me in my tracks.

"I wanna leave soon" he sounds a little flustered, so I don’t ask him any questions. I tell him we will and fix myself a drink.

I find Parots n let him know we're gonna be leaving soon. He says no problem. Now I have to try and get our platoon together coz everyone seems to be fighting different battles. I tell the people I need to and head back to the kitchen for some more ice. This time I encounter GT. He looks like he has, 'I've had 10 drinks', written on his face. We share a laugh and I open the deep freeze. Staring back at me is a cold bottle of beer. When I say cold, I mean sub-zero cold, only its not frozen. I've found my 'one' for the road.

I pop the beer and start to say my Good Bye's and Thank you's. Hans is an impeccable host considering no one thinks twice about anything they wanna do in his pad. The beer starts to bring me back to life. We head back to the hotel coz Sailors car is impounded out there. On the way we decide that I drive Sailor's car, Btax rides with Tsar and Parots will join us at Btax's place. Only I hadn’t anticipated Btax's frame of mind. He some how manages to get a hold of the car tag.

When we reach the hotel, the valet is greeting the Martians with a big smile. Btax is arguing with Sailor and me coz he wants to drive. What's about to happen, I would rather forget. We find ourselves chasing Btax all around the hotel coz he refuses to give us the tag.

"Don’t you recognize me?" I ask the valet out of breath.

"Sorry sir, no tag, no car" So much for staring deep into his eyes.

We settle with Sailor driving, Btax with him and I'm riding with Tsars. I cross my fingers till we get there. Parots joins us at Btax's 10 minutes after we do. With the music blazing, we start to unwind. After a couple of drinks we reach variable states of mind. Being cooped up I start to feel uncomfortable and contemplate our options.

"How’d ya like to go for a swim?" a light bulb flashes over my head.

"What?" says everyone in chorus.

”Lets head to the beach pad!" I start to envision the cool water soak up my inebriated state.

In the next 15 mins we change up, get all we need and find ourselves on our coastal road. Once we reach there it takes a while to get in coz Vam the caretaker doesnt usually expect anyone at half 3 in the morning.

Next thing I know, I’m air borne for a fraction of a second with split-second thoughts in my head before the water swallows me. With just the sound of bubbles of air leaving my mouth, I wade a couple of feet underwater before I emerge.

I was born again.

I look at Vam and then I look at Mr. Jack. They both smile back and Vam fixes me a drink. Soon after everyone jumps in and like a bunch of loaded up ducks we start to make a lotta noise. From racing laps to staying underwater, we exhaust every man made pool game.

"Chicken fight time" I announce tryin to be a lil more constructive than feelin sober underwater.
Parots is on my shoulders and Btax is on Tsars. They loose. Next Sailor goes up on Tsars shoulders and they loose as well. We were undefeated, only I pulled something in my back. I crawl out and sit myself in the Jacuzzi. With a drink in hand I start to see twilight fading. I start to hear some birds chirping. I light up. Dawn was coming.

There's something eerie about seeing the transition of dusk to dawn. My breathing starts to slow down and the effects of the night are bearing down to take its toll on me. I’m joined by Sailor.

"We've not docked yet" Sailor reminds me. I spin him my cigarette and look at the JD bottle next to me. There were probably 3 drinks left. My stomach starts to growl and I can feel the hunger starting to act up. We clean out the remnants of our 1.75 liter bottle of JD and head to the Sheraton for Breakfast.

"Where's a camcorder when you need one?" I ask Btax as we enter the hotel. Dressed in shorts and bathroom slippers, we were a sight for sore eyes. We're shown into the smoking section and ask for our preference for juice like 'normal' people would. I head out to the buffet and load my plate up with cold cuts bacon n sausages. I let the waiter know about the eggs to order and request for the waffles to be sent soon. Considering none of us ever have time to eat in the morning, we give breakfast being the most important meal of the day a whole new meaning.

"That was pretty damn good!" I slink lower into my seat and light up. The guys agree with me and Sailor and Btax light up as well. After dabbling over certain aspects of the night, we pay the cheque and leave. Tsars drops Sailor and me in Btax’s place and he heads home. Sailor n I do the Carl Lewis sprint to Btax's room hoping to avoid obstacles such as engaging in conversation with conventional people.

Btax enters the room with a bottle of beer.

No fucking way.

We split the beer and he plays my favorite song.

"Cheers" and the three of us start to do our own little jig. Which can really actually be compared to the Kwabena African Tribal dance.

In moments we're sprawled on the bed.

"Did you have a good birthday" I ask as I get dormant.

"You bet, do you know how I'm gonna remember this birthday?"

"How?"

"I'll remember it every time I open a bottle of JD"

"Amen"...

What are we known by?

I believe in a long prolonged derangement of the senses to attain the unknown... Although I live in the subconscious, our pale reason hides the infinite from us.

-Jim Morrison

I was suddenly thinking to myself…. Each one of us goes by a certain name right?After a certain point in time or rather after being reasonably acquainted with a certain person we couldn’t possibly know/identify through any other way. I guess what I’m trying to say is that, if I changed my name tomorrow no one I know would call me by it but someone I met for the first time wouldn’t have a choice. So essentially some people would consider their names only as a form of identification but some people feel it’s a part of who they are.

Yes, I personally believe that our names stick/stay with us for, well… probably a lifetime. Now you go watch a movie. A movie played by a certain bunch of actors. All of these actors have their own individualistic names, yet we identify them for what ever character they choose to play and the best part is, its quite aptly suited. Why do we do this? Well yeah, you’re watching a movie after all. It’s not real. What ever said and done, there’s a director behind a camera shouting ”action” to a bunch of people who already have their own individualistic names portraying a certain character they believe they’re doing justice to. I don’t believe I’m the kind of person to debate this sort of thing. It is the very definition of entertainment to us and the people who entertain us go more than just by their names. But my point is, if you knew this person on a personal level playing a character in a certain movie, watching him or her would definitely make for interesting viewing. The surviving members of "The Doors" claim that Val Kilmer did such a good job playing Jim Morrison and singing as Jim Morrison that they could not distinguish his voice from the real Morrison's. I sometimes wonder what it would have been like for those guys to see people portray them and Kilmer portray Morrison’s life in a 2-hour feature film.

Tomorrow I meet a bunch of people I’ve never seen in my life. They ask me my name. I say ‘ScarS’. Far fetched? Definitely. But they still don’t have a clue of what I go by and will most definitely buy it. Well, at least to a certain extent. So how much do our names play in terms of defining whom we are? Is it something we define on a personal level or something we rely on others to make individualistic impressions of? I guess your reputation must therefore precede you.

So is my name the equivalent to me like how we say table or chair? Or is it something I rely on myself to feel on a personal level? Some people like their names and some people are trying really hard to change them and well half the time I'm sitting in a circular room looking for a corner.

I say it doesn’t matter what you go by, but rather how you go by.

Reflections on Train Spotting

I look at my watch, its 11’oclock in the morning, its Good Friday. I would have been in bbay 10 hours earlier if I hadn’t gotten bumped off my flight. 10 minutes earlier at the airport and I would have been in Bbay 10 hours earlier. So with 8 hours of waiting 2 hours of sleep, 6 cups of coffee and half a pack of cigarettes and not to mention an upgrade to business class, I try to look out for Dalmo n Vicks. Vicks I’ve seen pretty consistently over the years. Dalmo’s the one I haven’t seen in 5. My phone rings.

“Can you see a pink hat?” an excited voice at the other end tells me Vicks is lookin for me frantically. Only he’s in the wrong terminal.

I light up. Sure enough 10 mins later I see a pink hat. It’s good to see Vicks. He’s one of those guys who’ll pretty much never change. He was on my first project week with me 6 n a half years ago. 6 n a half years later he’s wearing a pink hat and I’m not in the least bit surprised.

We make our way to the car. Dalmo steps out. We stare at each other for a brief moment.

I feel that waking up at a different time at a different place has made me a different person. Both of us are asking ourselves, has it really been 5 years? I give Dalmo a hug. God damn, its good to see him. Both of us are pretty sure of the fact that neither of us has changed. It’s a 2 hour drive to Shaharpur, north of BBay. We have good time to catch up before the others get there. I can remember the first half hour into the ride. Getting out of traffic and onto the highway. After which I can tell its scorching outside. I can see miles n miles of barren land interrupted by 30 floor concrete buildings. Dalmo is explaining to me Bbays plans of expansion. Its always fascinating to hear and contrast where Im from to what its like out here. The road ahead is a silvery mirage of the heat taking a bite of us every inch along the way.

“I need cigarettes”. I look at my pack n then I look at Dalmo. We were supposed to pick them up 45 mins ago. Peripheral distraction. Now we were outta the city on the highway with the occasional Paan Shop every couple of miles. Odds of which are 1 in 10 for getting our brand of cigarettes. But we need them and we’re not left with much of a choice. In the next 45 mins Vicks, Dalmo n Me cleaned out every paan shop within a radius of 30 kms. Why did we have to do that? Coz each shop dint have more 10-12 cigarettes a pack. On accumulating 6 packs, we hit the jack pot and cleaned out the last paan shop I ever wanted to see. He gave us a carton.

I’ve felt wired before with no sleep. But not until I saw Dalmo’s cousins pad. It was in the middle of no where. There was no road leading upto it. Just dirt and rocks. We took a right of the highway and headed into what would appear to be the unknown for a good 6-7 km. When we finally made it there, it all made sense to me in some strange little way. Its as simple as ‘ no pain, no gain.’

It took us about half n hour to scan the whole place. We were pretty sure that once we got in, there was no getting out n there was absolutely no need to. We had a car sent ahead of us with all the supplies we needed. We were set for the next 48 hours. Im not quite sure how to go about explaining what the place was like, coz for me it was pretty much beyond description. 8 bedrooms. An indoor swimming pool, Jacuzzi n Sauna with the works. Dalmo told me the place was decked up with props from James Bond’s Octopus Eye. No shit. There was a lavish garden with a pathway that lead down to a cool water river that flowed around the back. Yes my name was Bond, James 'Let'er Rip' Bond.

Couple of hours later n the others got in. My overwhelming sensation in middle of my chest capsized on being the light at the end of the tunnel.We tossed our conjured laurel wreaths and proclaimed the games begin.

I do not want to go about explaining what we did or what went down in those 48 hours. Good Friday would come to be known as ‘Great Friday’. I no longer felt like I had blood flowing through my veins, 15 of us will now have our own individual tales to tell.

I open my eyes on Sunday morning. I try to think about what happened in 2 days of my life I’d never see again. When you don’t get much sleep, your never really asleep and your never really awake.

All I get is a slide show of images that are printed in a memory that feels like its been pumping battery acid.

Faces, voices, thoughts aloud, blaring music, underwater glimpses, black underwater glimpses, freezing water, hot water, throat burns, permanent shades, sun rise, sun set, gourmet food, white wine, red wine, cheese platters, cocktails, big shots, small shots, bottle swigs, nicotine outbreaks, incessant conversations, indecipherable conversations, inebriated poker, infinite beer, unmentionables and then some more unmentionables.

I resurrect myself. I look at my wrist, it smarts from a cigarette burn. It’s gonna leave a scar. I look at my watch, its 11’oclock. I light up.

My thoughts are now with the Tall Man :

there is a tall man next to me,
he says, would you like a shot,
ah says, no thanks and tries to take off,
his shadow is close, his presence is hard,
what compelled me to stop, ah know not,
he says, ah do ya cunt,
this is mah hand, to deal and sort out,
dinna open yer mouth,
there's buggers that cried, cause they dinna get a hit,
and then there's you,
dinna use, when the shits on a platter for you to take,
ah dinna have time to explain, or make sense of it all,
you takes what ah gives, cause yah knows you will fall,
a second to jab, a second to feel,
two long, those two seconds, but thats the deal,
but when time elapses and the deed is done,
there is nothing that matters, under the bloomin sun,
ah wonder if all this shits real,
ah wonder why time stops, and then in an instant seems maddening,
ah dinna understand what the fuck is happening,
its become a generalization,
out of body, out of mind, boomed out of mah box,
all ah really know is that those suits are there,
telling me what ah should wear,
it seems they determine human nature,
us thinks thats crap, the world thinks thats 'culture',
when ur here it dinna have significance though,
all ya wants is too look at the drain,
the one tall man is next too,
where all the punters poo,
ah know ah dinna make much sense know,
even in me own head,
as do know however, the future i must dread,
when i come back through the door,
and have to see and abide by 'culturall' fuckin law,
ah will have to fill mah body with this shite,
to stay where ah am,
tall man says, sorry mate, ur on ur own,
ah dinna have to think about that, cause thats just the way it is,
you take what you get and gives what you gives,
the throb in mah stomach just wont go away,
its like a domestic animal gone astray,
boom, boom, boom, welcome to oblivion,
ah wish thats the way it was,
the pain that comes first and it does not stop,
till yer almost there and then it doesnt seem too good,
ahm rambling now, ah dinna know meat from fruit,
the darkness looms but gets brighter every minute,
could this be it, am ah being reunited,
with the glory of god that ah knew in me ma's womb,
that shits fuckall and ah know it now,
the shits worn off and im still stuck in this crudy town,
dinae give me your redemption, dinna give me your love,
gods a prick compared to shit,
all ah wants is the fuckin buzz,
that feeling that ah know something is soon replaced by despair,
ah knows jack squat, ah knows nobody cares,
about me and mah life, that ah know is my own,
the worlds a piece a shite anyway, its getting me down,
so ahm gonna fuck off now, and find the needle that is the key,
to the only world ah understand,
or dont, whichever way ya choose,
tall man, where the fuck are ya, let all hell break loose.

R.I.P

D12 almost always came up with some interesting rhymes. I always believed that it wasnt Em who always held them up. They all pretty much made distinct contributions...

One of my personal fav's...

I been so many places
I’ve seen so many faces
But nothing compares
To these blue and yellow purple hills
I’ve climbed the highest mountain
Once or twice but who’s countin’
But nothing compares
To these blue and yellow purple hills




Proof:
Hop hills
Hills I hop
Hop two hills
On stilts I walk
Snort ? ? lines that were filled with chalk
Thought it was incredible and can’t ?
I wanna roll away
Like a rollerblade
Until my eyes roll back in my skull for days
And when I’m old and gray
Yeah I’m gonna go for broke
I hope you don’t
Pack up my nose with soap
*cough cough cough*
Am I supposed to choke?
Had an accident when the trojan broke
Ahh, poor baby
Born by whore lady
Now I’m paying child support
(it’s your baby!)

Here's to Proof:
Sittin in my room trippin on shit
im starin at my mirror n the mirror jus slit
2 pieces 3 pieces 4
mah mirror jus makes them mushies taste sour
D12's playin i turn the volume up
suddenly proof's talkin abt chokin up
starin at this screen made me wanna reminisce
how D12 always got my head in a mess
proof's gone coz he got shot
Now D12 aint ever gonna be so hot
I never thought Toy Soliders was gonna be real
Here's to you proof coz this is how i feel
********************************************

~R.I.P PROOF~

*Getting Nostalgic*

This picture is the view up on campus that we use to have back in school. Its the lawn between the Art centre and the Multi Purpose Hall, but unfortunately you cant see the Art centre on the right. It was really quite resplendent. I remember sitting on the edge smoking cigarettes with so many people and sharing so many moments. Memories that were tucked away and suddenly triggered back considering I'm going to be in Bombay this weekend.

5 years. That's one thousand eight hundred and twenty five days. All in a blink. Sometimes its hard to fathom how so much time can go by so soon. But it does and I guess there's really nothing you can do about it. Time is one of those inevitable factors we will never have control of. Of course with the sort of setting I had back then, it was only made more complete with the people that were involved. People I haven't seen in 5 years and will be seeing in a little more than 24 hours.
I have waves of emotions flowing through me right now, unable to pin point which one exactly. Most of all I'm nervous and excited. It was different for me being all the way down south and all of them concentrated in Bombay. But it made it all the more extravagant seeing them all after so long with everyone together. There are friends who I have met a couple of times since I graduated. I know what meeting them is going to be like. But meeting people I haven't seen in so long is going to be plain and simple, crazy. All of us being together is going to be crazy.

I was 16 when I first went there. I spent two of those most inexplicable years of my life there. Two years I wouldn't trade for the world. 2 years that changed me and 2 years that made my friends for life. Being 18 back then and almost 23 now has inevitably changed me. But like all unbreakable bonds, it hasn't changed my relationship with people I shared unimaginable times with.

20 of us drive down 2 hours from Bombay on Friday morning for a weekend filled with madness. Something I could say I have been looking forward to in 5 years and even though its gone by so quickly, it really has been too long. Speaking to friends on the phone getting excited and with all that anticipation, I've been sitting on the edge of this seat for weeks now. I can't believe its finally going to happen.

When I think about it now, I realize I am a completely different person when I am with them. I am completely comfortable being me doing and saying the crazy things that I do, that I would otherwise not do in my present set of situations. I feel free and completely inhibition less.

Most of all, I miss that person like hell and it just reemphasizes it more when I hear them saying the same thing.

*Superstitions*

Superstition is a set of behaviors that are related to magical thinking, whereby the practitioner believes that the future, or the outcome of certain events, can be influenced by certain specified behaviors.

I opened my dashboard only to see that the number of posts I had up on this blog were 13. Like most people I consider 13 a very unlucky number. I'm not quite sure why though. When I was in school playing cricket Id make sure Id get of 13 quickly, coz of the fear of getting out. Watching the opposition play with someone at 13, I would hope it proved unlucky for them. Of course there are so many more instances where I've seen the number 13 and considered it unlucky. Even though there's a history behind the number being unlucky I draw the difference at a point where even though I don't know why its unlucky, I just simply feel it is.
The fear of the number 13 is called triskaidekaphobia. Damn, I dint even know a word like that existed. Looking at this paragraph on a whole now and mentioning that number more than once is actually inching me closer to the fear of that word, which is excruciating to pronounce.

How much can we actually rely on these superstitions? More so, why do we rely on them and believe in them so much? How significant are they really? I've never asked myself these questions before. Its like the greater forces I believe in that exist. Forces, which cannot be scientifically proved. Something we've never seen touched or heard before, but believe or have faith in.

One of my closest friends the General and I, strongly believe in black cats crossing our path. In our history together and the future that's ahead we never have and never will cross the path of a black cat. When its happened to us before we've just simply waited for someone else to cross that path before us. Yes its mean to pass our bad luck on to someone else. But its the only way we'd get peace of mind. On other occasions in the middle of the night when there's only us on the road, we've taken drastic steps to turn the car around and head another way. Of course with the General around its always tough to handle these sorta situations especially since he's extra paranoid about any colored cat that crosses the road. Something I'll never understand. Black cats, yes. But any colored cat and his incomprehensible ideology, no.

There are other superstitions that give me second thoughts.
Sneezing whilst just before leaving . If I sneeze immediately after that its okay. Otherwise I would like to wait a couple of minutes.
Idealistically I wouldnt like to open an umbrella indoors.
How a crow's faeces falling on me can be a good sign, I simply do not get. It makes me feel icky rather than lucky.
I am obsessed with the number 9.

But most of all...
I Touch Wood for everything. If I were to count the number of times I touch wood everyday and for what not, well I'd simply loose count. No wood around and Im tapping my head away.
Im pretty sure if the head option was'nt there id be carrying a piece of wood around with me. Btax and the General do as well, but I guess they're not as drastic as I am.
So I guess I do believe that by touching wood, the future or the outcome of certain events can most definitely be influenced.

I do not fully understand why people believe in superstitions. Maybe its a comfort you get out of knowing thats theres a greater good out there looking out for you. Its the comfort we get out of knowing that there is something greater than us that helps determine the consequences we're faced with or the good luck that'll befall us.

Whatever it is, I dont think I'll ever know and to me it'll always be one of life's greatest mysteries.

Trying to Stay Alive....

I was up till pretty late last night... started drinking and I guess we all know whats happens then.
The problem about stayin up late and drinking is nothing, but worrying about work the next day. Which i had a weird sort of feeling that I would be able to handle. So I party hard and drink hard.. wake up knowing that I am going to get to work on time...... thank god for that..... !
I brush my teeth for 15 mins ... ( I hate bad breath esp after drinking)...

I get to work on time...knowing that I am not super hung over...not hung over at all.. well maybe just a lil wired.....completely capable of working like how I do on any normal day.
and well what do u know... the first question my boss asks me is whether I was drunk last night? It turns out I reek a half a mile away.
I guess Im going to get a very good recommendation from him now! I wish I had popped in that gum Im chewing right now...... damn.....
everything happens for a reason??? what damn reason is this...

Hopefully the fact that tom Im not supposed to have a boss and be my own someday.

Choice...

More than often I always ask myself what if I did something differently back then. Chose something else, took some other path... how different would things be today.
Would I still be asking myself the same questions...
I believe I have no regrets. At the same time there are a lot of things I wish I did differently.

For me it's always been choice. Everything boils down to choice. We are defined by the choices we make. We are where we are because of the choices we've made. So if I chose to do something else, how different would it be today?

As far as the whole concept of destiny is concerned, I've never been quite sure what to believe.
Everything happens for a reason. I'm a strong supporter of that. Always have been, always will. This totally contradicts what I've said above in relation to choice.
If some one were to ask me why I believed everything happens for a reason, at this point I would have no answer. I tried to ask myself today the same question, and I told myself that reasons I probably cant understand now, I will later. I have had instances in my life where I felt that it's happened for a reason. Ive met people in my life which I beleive has happened for a reason. But there are a whole lot of other things for which I cannot determine reasons and theres probably a reason why I cant determine that now.

All this sounds so vague and strange but i guess id primarily attribute it to the fact that, I like every other person have made choices. I have made choices that have brought me up to where I am right now. I will continue to make choices that will lead me to god knows where.

The reason being we can never see past the choices we don't understand.

A Nightmare Inside a Dream...

Even though I've been dreaming a lot this year, I never had a nightmare until last night.
I have some really weird and strange dreams but nothing that woke me up scared in a sweat and in the shits. As a kid I remember watching Stephen Kings IT... that Clown scared the hell outta me and I dint sleep to well post that movie. Under 10, when I watched Masters Of the Universe Skeletor made for a frightful villain. I've dreamt about snakes, but that's a different story.
Its been a while since I had my last nightmare and I cant remember seeing anything scary on tv or witnessing or reading about anything remotely scary in the recent past.

Of course now I cant remember too much of it. But it involved this girl i know and she was definitely not herself. I don't really know her all that well and we've met like a couple of times but we're in touch once in a while and she has the sweetest disposition.
I cant remember how she came to be that way or what the hell entered her but I sure as hell remember we were chilling and the next thing I know, I was trying to stay alive.

It definitely felt like one of those horror movies like Nightmare on Elm street where I could have had Freddy Kruger on my ass. Or like that Hindi movie Bhoot.

The whole thing was soo real. I actually woke up in a bit of a sweat and I could hear my heart beating fast and loud.

The empty department store in the middle of the night I was escaping from, nothing Id ever seen in my life but recreated into something that could definitely exist somewhere. Im running as hard as I can inbetween the counters pulling everything down I see to slow her down.
Her face is no more that sweet child like appearance I know. In fact I dont even think its her anymore. Im shouting her name out aloud and I'm running hard..
My hands quiver whilst putting this down.
The next thing I know Im in an apartment running strait for the first door I see and of course she's after me with the sharpest knife I'd ever seen. I know its menacing coz its long its big and its freakin gleaming.
I manage to get behind the door and with all the adrenalin I have left I try to hold it back. Theres some serious pounding of the knife on the door happening and she's hysterically screaming and banging on the door real hard. After all that loud hysterical screaming of hers and the pounding of the knife and the banging, it stops.
Silence.... not a sound.

I wait a while and then I wait some more. Nothing.

Gathering all the guts I have left, I open the door. The apartments empty no one's inside. At this stage im a lil more freaked than I was behind the door. I make my way down stairs.
Its broad day light. Kids are playing around like its a holiday.
I start to search for her frantically down the street and everywhere around, there's just no sight of her.

Finally I call her. Its her, she's normal again and heading to a friends place which I know is far out. She talks to me like she knows nothing n everythings normal.

I wake up.

What the fuck was that all about?

The Lord of......?

Most people already know what they want to do with their lives. At least most people I know. They go abroad get an education, come back and then work with the family business. Or some people do the same without a family business; instead they get a job abroad and pretty much start working their way up. Being fully content with what they're doing they have some idea where their heading lest they know where they're at and its really not that bad or rather anythin to complain about.

My breed of people adheres to those who dont have a freakin clue of what they want to do with their lives. Yes I do have a long term plan but its really quite sketchy at this point considering all the steps that lead up to it are getting steeper... So when somebody asks me what Im doing at this point, I have a clear-cut answer which satisfies some steps in order to reach a higher plain. Yes, the higher plain.
Seeing as its really easy to talk about , getting there will most definitely prove to be a problem. Why? I forgot to mention that my breed of people, well, we like to take our lives a quarter of a mile at a time...... so down the '8 mile' road I dont know whats waiting....

I remember every significant movie I saw left a last lasting impression on me. Ever since a kid id leave a movie theatre or if im sittin at home id always wonder what it would be like to lead that life. Or if I read a book same thing... so yeah I wouldnt mind being Michael J. Fox for a day just to get a glimpse of what my future's going to be like........

dreams is really what they are at the end of the day... But then if you dont have dreams... you dont have anything...

The last movie I saw?

The Lord of War...
its got nick cage...and its based on some true incidents... The guy is basically an arms dealer..... who starts out with zilch....
Did you know?
There are over 550 million firearms in worldwide circulation. That's one firearm for every twelve people on the planet. So I guess the only question is: How do we arm the other 11? Im not going to answer that coz I jus may be on the 6'o'clock news for the wrong reasons..

another interesting piece of information I picked up from the movie...
Of all the weapons in the vast soviet arsenal, nothing was more profitable than Avtomat Kalashnikova model of 1947. More commonly known as the AK-47, or Kalashnikov. It's the worlds most popular assault rifle. A weapon all fighters love. An elegantly simple 9 pound amalgamation of forged steel and plywood. It doesn't break, jam, or overheat. It'll shoot whether it's covered in mud or filled with sand. It's so easy, even a child can use it; and they do. The Soviets put the gun on a coin. Mozambique put it on their flag. Since the end of the Cold War, the Kalashnikov has become the Russian people's greatest export. After that comes vodka, caviar, suicidal novelists. One thing's for sure, no one's lining up to buy their cars......

and no... its not a career option for me... its a shout out to check the movie out..

So yeah whatever you choose to get into, you have to know your shit....and if your good at it you'll sure as hell enjoy doing it..... even if that means dealing in arms or sittin on a secluded beach being a part of community isolated from the rest of the world.. and the only thing ure good at is....well, rolling joints.
The point is our eternal search ends at finding something we're so good at doing we'd never think of doing anythin else simply because you have a sense of feeling that you were born to do it (yes these people do exist). That I believe will definitely lead to the happiness we want, where in lies our peace of mind.

As of now Im turning out to be the Lord of Dreams.....with the possibilities being endless.... and one dream building on another....... I dont know where Im heading always wondering whats waiting down that road.......

So I wonder if the future holds me to be The Lord of................?