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Monday, October 10, 2011

Once there lived a Merry Man


Once there was a merry man
Who did everything he could he can
He was his only happy big Fan

He went to reach the sky above
He took the stars by the hand
He played the life like a music band

With the courses of ups and downs
With the stream of falls and frowns
With the might of depth and drowns

Once he lived a merry man
He did everything he could he can
All his life all his time, all through the span

Then came the time to take the last breath
He was only afraid of death
He still had his smile and faith

He still lived a merry man
he did all that he wanted to and can
The death feared his will and wit
Gave him a "heaven" a place where he could fit

Be a happy merry man
Do all that you want to and can
Never miser, never shy, be your own fan

Live the life you want to live
Dream a long, hope a long, dont you just survive
Keep it easy take it easy enjoy the dive

Once there lived a merry man
Once there lived a merry man.....

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Kurt Cobain's Suicide Letter

To Boddah:
Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile complain-ee. This note should be pretty easy to understand.
All the warnings from the punk rock 101 courses over the years, since my first introduction to the, shall we say, ethics involved with independence and the embracement of your community had proven to be very true. I haven't felt the excitement of listening to as well as creating music along with reading and writing for too many years now. I feel guilty beyond words about these things.
For example, when we're backstage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowds begin, it doesn't affect me the way in which it did for Freddie Mercury, who seemed to love, relish in the love and adoration from the crowd which is something I totally admire and envy. The fact is, I can't fool you, any one of you. It simply isn't fair to you or me. The worst crime I can think of would be to rip people off by faking it and pretending as if I'm having 100% fun.
Sometimes I feel as if I should have a punch-in time clock before I walk out on stage. I've tried everything within my power to appreciate it (and I do, God, believe me I do, but it's not enough). I appreciate the fact that I and we have affected and entertained a lot of people. It must be one of those narcissists who only appreciate things when they're gone. I'm too sensitive. I need to be slightly numb in order to regain the enthusiasms I once had as a child.
On our last 3 tours, I've had a much better appreciation for all the people I've known personally, and as fans of our music, but I still can't get over the frustration, the guilt and empathy I have for everyone. There's good in all of us and I think I simply love people too much, so much that it makes me feel too fucking sad. The sad little, sensitive, unappreciative, Pisces, Jesus man. Why don't you just enjoy it? I don't know!
I have a goddess of a wife who sweats ambition and empathy and a daughter who reminds me too much of what I used to be, full of love and joy, kissing every person she meets because everyone is good and will do her no harm. And that terrifies me to the point to where I can barely function. I can't stand the thought of Frances becoming the miserable, self-destructive, death rocker that I've become.
I have it good, very good, and I'm grateful, but since the age of seven, I've become hateful towards all humans in general. Only because it seems so easy for people to get along that have empathy. Only because I love and feel sorry for people too much, I guess.
Thank you all from the pit of my burning, nauseous stomach for your letters and concern during the past years. I'm too much of an erratic, moody baby! I don't have the passion anymore, and so remember, it's better to burn out than to fade away.
Peace, love, empathy,
Kurt Cobain
Frances and Courtney, I'll be at your altar.
Please keep going Courtney, for Frances.
For her life, which will be so much happier without me.

I love you, I love you!

Happy Dasara Festival

Day starts at 5 AM, the eve of Dasara Ayudha Pooja Festival,  I see my cute brother still asleep with his tiny palms half open, I was 11 then, Slowly an hour passes, we are all ready, slowly the Sun starts to rise as the soft rays peep in through the window, as we watch the round golden Sun shine up, we are all prepared for the pooja and I will always remember it. Dasara Holidays, a much awaited 15 day vacation from School, right after the mid term exam, everybody celebrating, and it was a lot of fun.
Later in the day, me and Pachu (my brother) loved playing in our little garden, watching the rain through the window sometimes when it rained and my best buddies used to jam up on our little terrace for all kinds of Games like Chess, Snake and Ladder, Business and the mandatory cricket in the evening at the Milk Colony and the Graveyard ground, those were the best days of my childhood.

My granny used to prepare the most delightful dishes along with my Mom's Cuisine, Dad's chanting of the Holy Mantras as the puja progressed, I never knew, I was blessed to be amidst such a blissful family.  There were no cellphones then, no Cable TV,  no Facebook of course, no hyped movies etc.,, and still life was just superb. The mood would be so cheered up, everyone happy, gearing up for the day, looking forward for the coming days, meeting relatives and friends, wishing each other for prosperity and good luck etc.,, Those were the real days, real festivals, true practice of our culture.

The difference now is, we have too many things to do, too much of crap to take, too much on our plates, the real valor and color in these celebrations has gone missing. We are still worried about a Project due, a Mail not sent, a work incomplete, a debt not paid, a gossip not cleared, a revenge not taken, a movie not watched, a heart thats broken (for a few), etc.,., Now wishing on Dasara means one SMS or a wall post. A lit Diya, exchange of sweets sometimes, and quickly get back to the same demeaning busy schedule with a fake smile on your face to show the world you're okay (not that if you are not anybody would bother), come back to the focus mode and continue the struggle.  

As I said, I will always remember and miss that day, because it happened every year till I was 16, thats when I stepped out of the house for College Studies and never have been able to live that day since then. Every Dasara, I miss my Parents, miss being with them. Just for what I thought I could do, I stepped out and since then every attempt every year this season reminds me of my family and I wish I get to be with them just like the old days. I miss my brother everyday, less he knows this is true and I cant even tell him how much I think of him in a given day. I want to show my Dad how much I love him, but he is miles away from me.
Even though cell phones exist, social networking is so easy, communication has advanced so many folds, though you are in reach of anybody within the click of a button, yet, nothing beats the traditional way of being together as one Family.

I will give up any of all that I have to spend one jolly day with my Family and getting to stay with them is all I want. Happy Dasara to all of you and I wish you all get to be with your loved ones and celebrate the days, wish you all prosperity and happiness....

- Maddy

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Everybody hurts and its Painful

In the days of sun and the moon, the routine goes by, time passes, things happen and most of it - is painful. And this pain is caused by people around you. You listen to Ipods, smoke a cigarette, get drunk, watch a movie, take up another job, watch IPL, post messages on Facebook, etc.,., which is all a sort of an escapism to get away from the hurt, the real pain in todays world. We are all living amidst frustration and intolerable pain, with struggle for everything gets tougher by the day none is spared but left with a chance to hurt another person only to feel better within. 


  Its not always personal painful stuff, its not about you and me or one person to another, its much beyond that. Today I came across a house keeper in my office, aged around 45 or 50, and he was waiting for other young happy rich employees to pass the door, showing them the level of respect so that he could get in after them. He could've chosen to get in ignoring the passing employees, but, he kept his head low, he had his shoulders down, and looked very sad with the life he was living. I was one among the passing employees, with whom I walked into the lift. I didnt know most of them, but its been 3 plus years in this organization so most know me by face. And one of the employee continued to discuss about the problems with his Boss and work, he sounded sad, the other was feeling depressed about not being able to be with his wife and his new born son for the Diwali for not getting leave, one of the guys was upset that he doesnt have a car to go home as it was about to rain and it would be just another day that he would get drenched, he was angry on the company for not giving him a good hike and also not delighted that he didnt get a dowry to purchase the car etc.,., 


  So I went on to my car and started to drive thinking about all this, reached a Signal. There a very young girl, around 7 or 8 years, in torn clothes came to clean my car and within that 60 second signal she wanted to also lift her hand to the window of my car and ask for money. All her childhood gone, with complete innocence in her eyes, all it showed there was pain. I called my mom or my wife,  I do that often when I am feeling low, and they both always helps me out of it. She was in pain too, she has a knee problem and a slip disk still she has to cook and sometimes not cook for my brother studying in the college. Same goes with my Dad, he stays away from his family, I stay away from them, not able to take care of anybody I face guilt everyday. Still I have to give a smile with billions of problems hanging right behind it. I am sure its the same with everyone else, more or less.


 Though many do smile, have fun, its just to escape from the living pain and fear that when its there i will live that moment and push the pain to another day or face it when it comes. This is our current life. I even feel bad for people in 40s who drive slow, I also see a frustration in those young hot blood, lonely and determined who drive rash and fast on the roads. I came across a blog in which it said "The day we all realise this, that the rich is in as much pain as the poor, that the employer is having as tough a time as the employee, that the cop who asks you for a bribe lives as sad a life as you, the pickpocket you catch has risked being lynched because he has no other alternative means of livelihood, that the movie star you idolise is as lonely as you are, that the one who brutalises you is perhaps as brutalised by life as you are, the less we will seek to blame others for our fate. You will feel less anger against that guy in the tax office who asks you for a bribe when you realise he is still paying back, after ten years on his job, his father's debt for getting him the job. We are lucky. The Americans are consuming today what their next 13 generations will have to pay for. The Greeks will be lucky if their next generation can survive their current crisis. "


Yet man bravely strides ahead. As we flirt with more pain, more danger, we discover more and more ways to seek gratification, more technology to flaunt, more entertainment to excite us and, most important, more dreams to chase. So we pursue new ways to earn more money, grow more food, hunt down more pleasures, seek to extend our life spans.


his is the miracle of our times. Even as most things go wrong, man's ingenuity to seek hope and happiness keeps improving. But where we fail most is in sustaining relationships. The best companies collapse, as do the best marriages, the best rock groups, the most intense relationships because our weltschmerz makes us lonely islands of pain. That's why last week, when R.E.M broke up after 31 years, I remembered their most popular song, which became the anthem of our times. Everybody hurts. Yes, everybody hurts. And that is why we hurt each other so much.