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idhar zindagi ka

ravage — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 19:56:58 GMT

I've always been a fan of dramatic shairy.

Idhar zindagi ka janaza uthai ga
udhar zindagi unki dulhan banai gi

This shair may make u think he is merely announcing synchronized plans, or that this is merely correlation not causation. But he follows up with:

qayamat sai pehle qayamat hai yaro
merai samnay meri dunya lute gi

You can tell hes not happy, and is airing grievances against a specific party. Listen to the song to find out more.

more foo

ravage — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 07:00:26 GMT

foo

ravage — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 06:30:02 GMT

fighters are in my head these days. happens every year or so.

its this one at the moment.

Wasted the night, am bored. Should finish up and try to sleep.

Shameless plug

ravage — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 05:58:43 GMT

Im going to shamelessly plug my twitter page, twitter.com/qabacha. I have recently adopted the technology, and only three people are following me. That is pitiful.

Outfit

ravage — Sat, 21 Nov 2009 03:49:41 GMT

Love the lyrics to this, reminds me of my family. And forsaking humble roots for higher society.

You want to grow up to paint houses like me, a trailer in my yard till you're 23
You want to feel old after 42 years, keep dropping the hammer and grinding the gears

Well, I used to go out in a Mustang, a 302 Mach One in green.
Me and your Mama made you in the back and I sold it to buy her a ring.
And I learned not to say much of nothing so I figure you already know
but in case you dont or maybe forgot, Ill lay it out real nice and slow

Dont call what your wearing an outfit. Dont ever say your car is broke.
Dont worry about losing your accent, a Southern Man tells better jokes.
Have fun but stay clear of the needle. Call home on your sisters birthday.
Dont tell them youre bigger than Jesus, dont give it away.

Five years in a St. Florian foundry, they call it Industrial Park.
Then hospital maintenance and Tech School just to memorize Frigidaire parts.
But I got to missing your Mama. And I got to missing you too.
So I went back to painting for my old man and I guess thats what Ill always do

So dont let em take who you are boy, and dont try to be who you aint.
And dont let me catch you in Kendale with a bucket of wealthy-mans paint.

Dont call what your wearing an outfit. Dont ever say your car is broke.
Dont sing with a fake British accent. Dont act like your familys a joke.
Have fun, but stay clear of the needle, call home on your sisters birthday.
Dont tell them youre bigger than Jesus, Dont give it away.

loving this

ravage — Fri, 20 Nov 2009 13:28:40 GMT

Im not known for having the most cheerful outlook on life. But today is one of those days that breaks in every so often, and forces the most curmudgeonly of us to thank God.

Its 1:30 pm, my job allows me to saunter in taking a detour through a sparsely populated Hyde Park, listening to xx on youtube (im sitting on a park bench now). The weather is lovely, sunny with the faintest hint of nip to remind you that you didnt think you'd see a day like this again for another six months. That when you expect life to take a certain course, and think the way things have been for days is the way they will be today and tomorrow you can be so happily wrong.

I was depressed about my grandmother's dementia for a couple of days. But perhaps there are days like this for her, when consciousness like this sun breaks in for a few hours. Who then, witnessing this beauty of unexpected bounty can deny what its worth.

The beginning of mania

ravage — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 14:13:40 GMT

As the bus he's been waiting for speeds towards the bus stop he doesnt hold his hand out. He scowls at the bus driver saying in his head "You're not going to leave ME behind are you?". The bus swerves to a halt at his feet. He boards the bus acknowledging the bus driver for his deference alongwith with the passenger who actually hailed the bus.. a part of him hoping one day he believes in these powers. And grinning at the title of this blog post.

woah

ravage — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 12:10:25 GMT

slept 20 hours last night. thought those days were long gone when i could do that

its this bed, i've put an extra mattress from my sofa bed on it so its the softest thing you can imagine.

Drive-by Truckers

ravage — Wed, 18 Nov 2009 15:23:49 GMT

Have always rocked. Soulful underground southern rock that is. Links in with the last blog too.

If that songs got you blue listen to this

Then get in bed, turn off the lights and put this on.

Suspend judgement

ravage — Tue, 17 Nov 2009 22:27:25 GMT

One of the habits you pick up living in the West is to suspend judgement for social reasons. But how much of that do you internalize? Do your own values change because you dont disassociate with what conflicts with them?

A person with there is considerable recent contact dresses in a way that I would have found inappropriate a few years ago. Its strange that this same person is always seriously afraid of how the world is changing, and how to instill good traditional values into the next generation.

Do you resist change in your identity?

Increasingly I find the sense of loss some in my family felt, and still feel, when I left home a decade ago.. that they were losing the person they knew.. not so far fetched after all.

On another note, its a little disturbing that I find the music for an oxford notebooks ad clearly targeted at tweens pretty addictive. I think its the french accent.. 'ow many shoulders will I break?'

God DAMN

ravage — Sun, 15 Nov 2009 05:24:14 GMT

car alarms, and douchebags who let them go on for three hours straight in the middle of the night.

****ing sickos, social misanthropes without a shred of regard for basic human decency.

Clarified

ravage — Sun, 15 Nov 2009 03:14:58 GMT

I feel today as I feel I always have been when I remove myself from the task of living.

A traveling show without need for an audience.
No God shaped hole.
Disconnected from the particular. Disdainful for the small particulars of others and solitary for it.
Nostalgic about the present.
Enraptured with my window into human existence, with myself as the star exhibit. And a little bored of the view.
Lavishing specks of time as if I had an eternity to live, and all activity is equally meaningful, equally meaningless. And regretful of the years slipping through my hands.

But regretful for what? What would I rather do?

The life I have is the life I chose.

Dislocations

ravage — Sun, 15 Nov 2009 02:39:26 GMT

I have moved again, straight across the city to West London.

All the stuff from my two bedroom flat is now dumped inside a medium sized studio. Which means that I have to complete an obstacle course everytime I go pee. Which is not fun at night.

The rent difference is not huge, which tells you something about the areas where I moved from and to. East London is nice as an experience. Builds character. Teaches you important life lessons like NEVER rely on bus number 147 to get to a meeting on time. But it was time for change.

I had about 20 days to do the move, 20 days to take my stuff from one flat to another because I had to take this one early. Still I did the bulk of the shifting (and flat cleaning up) the night before I had to vacate the apartment. Two car-fuls, in awful rain, driving across town. Luckily my well-timed khana last week bought a little goodwill, and there was relatively little moaning given the circumstances.

But it is a really nice change. The area has life late into the night, I just got back an hour or so ago from a late night, ill conceived sojourn to find a tv antenna (which you cant get after 11pm on Saturday).. and the buses were full, lots of shops were open, and I didnt have the feeling walking about that I would get cracked on the head with a bottle.

Though as I was walking along one of those hummer limos did slow down next to me, full of drunk college kids and one guy stood through out of the window and shouted "You're a ......... Paki!" I think given my odd combination of button down blue shirt, blue tracksuit lowers, ancient blue sneakers and very blue navy trench coat, I would agree with his assessment.

Khoobi-e-Ikhtisar

ravage — Sat, 14 Nov 2009 21:39:21 GMT

Kal jo hua hai duf'atan, us se mera mukalma
Khoobi-e-ikhtisar ka tajraba kuch unique hai
Mai ne kaha ke bazm-e-naz, us ne kaha ke "kia kaha :mad:"
Mai ne kaha ke "kuch nahi :s", us ne kaha ke "theek hai"

Self Absorption

ravage — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 01:28:23 GMT

There is no escaping your desire to please yourself. It is pervasive, infinitely recursive. Apparent self denial, even self-conscious avoidance of self indulgence is hedonism for a different set of pleasure centers, remote and unacknowledged.

You catch yourself enjoying someone buying the perception you sell them, and feel bad. All the while understanding how much credit you're giving yourself for feeling bad. That the pride you feel on being a good guy for atleast knowing when you shouldnt be self-indulgent is merely self-indulgence sublimated.

And then you blog about it, and feel better about it all. This least self-absorbed of activities.

:rolleyes: