Watch your Back!

The night turns black,
and when it becomes difficult to track
the sight leaves a major crack.

Crack- a substance which is black

Gives you that which you lack

One which wasn’t on your rack

The surreal world belongs to jack

Frantic mutterings in the shack

Can someone please slap him? Whack!

Crack- where one man goes back in black

Jack in the meanwhile prepares to slack

Do enjoy but watch your back!

The Fall

The clouds above and the ground down
Between the two is me a clown.
And behind me is the entire town.

I stand there and wonder
What if its all a blunder?
I want to go down with the thunder

Thunder – one strike and gone
For others, their lives will move on
Only if my will was strong

Maybe it’s a good thing
Only if someone could sing
I’d feel like a king.


Only thing left to do
Who cares, afterall whose who
Everyones everything but true.

It seems as if it’s a call
And there is no one at all
To see me take this leap or fall.

Whatever. I cannot help to care.

The final question

Where am I ?
Where the world’s dry?
Or where there’s peace nearby.

Dry- as cold as ice
Everything but nice,
Strange thrice.

Put me in a fix,
First, when I was six
Just coming out of the mix.

Never wanted to be seen
Second, when I was seventeen
When being nice was being mean.

Everyone but none,
Third, I was twenty – one
Enjoyed everything except the sun.

Broken promises , untold lies
As I watch the time, oh yes it flies!
As my heart inside me cries

Cries- for it still wishes
Each beat that it misses
Nothing amongst the dishes.

Tonight as I sit in this place
Nothing in front of me, but empty space
Nothing is there, looks like an endless race.

With everything and nothing to do.
Time with self, of who’s who?
Who am I , who are you ?

Promises Unkept

It’s a usual thing to do
Say something , later,
We’ll see if we can actually do.

No ties can bind
Or give me a hint , for me,
I am blind .

Blinded with the shining lights
Caught in the shadows
Of what’s wrong and what’s right.

One question that still remained
Where are the those words?
Words, they are stained.

Words of mutual consent
Words only remain,while
People who said them went.

Somewhere, in the corner a boy wept,
For he wasn’t aware of
The promises unkept.

Black versus White

It was a fine day,they say.
Each in his very own way,
Looking down this hole
Zero , an empty soul.

To everyone it was clearer
About which one is dearer,
Some wondered about the bright
Some basked in the glory of light.

So, then the battle begun
To choose the chosen one.
In his mind he was right
The other one had sight.

Sigh , did the powers up in heaven.
Did the number increase from seven?

He thought he did lack.
He thought he lost his sight.
After all black is black and
White was unfortunately always white.

Hey!

Hey! we got no despair
Hey! there's no one to disappear

And now, everywhere everyday
he says she says what do I say ?

Hey I don't know what I would say
Hey I know what you would say

And hey! there's one more cloud to rain
And there's no one who lives in vain
Hey there's one more moon today
And there's no way , no way , is there anyway?

Hey! there's no more sun in day
Where is who , who is to say ?

And there is no more dead today
Hey! there's no more dark today

No faces , no traces .
Only scars remain!

it's lost

Oh yes its gone all gone. No way can it be back. Only thing I have ever had in life dat helped me get through my anxiety is gone and nothing but a cloud of dense smoke sorrounds my head, in short and simple words only thing that keeps hovering around my head is that of doubt. Only questions and unanswered doubts are what I have with me now. I tried so much to recover it back but no I have lost it it is in no way going to come back. The guy I was and I tried to aspire for is dead and I see myself standing on the same crossroads as I was on back in the eighth grade. What will I ever do in this life. Who will I have for me. I have no clue. The only one thing I ever had badly in me ,that kept me going throughout ,that made me believe that I was good is lost. I don’t have the power to search for a new one.
The one thing that made my life –life was my self -confidence. It’s nowhere in me now.

Its all meant to be

Everything that happens has a reason . there is absolutely nothing that just does not happen without a logical explanation. What has happened with me in the past 2 months there is absolutely no rational explanation yet there is some reason that I can see f what all has happened.for the last 2 months I have undergone a major confidence crisis nd I cannot believe that my only weapon that of confidence has gone for a toss. I just cannot say anything with confidence , do anything with it. Everytime I do anything I just keep on doubting myself. I got my internship finally with my dream departments and I have done nothing but to screw it . I asked silly questions did silly mistakes. The question arrives why the possible explanation is that I got emotionally dependent on someone so much that I forgot about my strengths. In other words I made that person my strength and when that person decided to leave I lost all my strength . even as I am writing this blog I am still confused, although I have gotten out of a major crisis but still some part of me still wants those 4 months back . to be honest as of now I would do anything to get those 4 months back. This has not been my first relationship , but the way I bonded with her was really different and I remember I didn’t take not much time to get over people. But its been more than 2 months and I just cannot get it out of my mind . and this is unlike me . I get over things really quick . on the top of that with me I have seen 5 random people who I just happen to know, not very close or anything going through almost the same thing and all 4 of them turning to me for advice.i mean they didn’t even talk to me except a maybe hi/hello but still for this they turned to me for advice , for support or whatever you may call it .it goes on to to show one thing definitely , no matter how much I try to move on , there will be incidents that will still remind me of those 4 beautiful months. Yes I am sad because I cannot ave it anymore. Did I throw it away ? am I to blame ? yes because it was my incapability to understand situations and apply myself into it.i am so cared on any relationship now , I can very safely say . in fact I don’t know what I want from life as of now. I still have one more year to go to finish my studies and I frankly have no idea of how I am going to survive that one year .maybe some more weed and some drinking will help my case . but should that be the way out , I don’t know. To be honest I have seen much worse things than this in my life and I have very easily come out of it . what I need maybe is like going broke for sometime and do something I have never done before. But whenever I try to do something new thing I am still reminded about that person in one way or the other. Is that wrong? Is that cowardly? Is that irritating?i have absolutely no idea, but I am feeling that way . I cannot stop it . my sister tells me I am becoming a cy baby these days but I cannot help it. I know she understands what I am going through and to make me strong she is saying all that. But why cant people understand and tell me that it’s okay. I will find the right person in my life. Everything happens for a reason , if its bad u learn out of it if its good , u just enjoy . I know there is no way that she might come back or anything. But god that very idea kills me. I am always asking this question to god , if I had to lose her then why did I get her? Experience? Hard thing to swallow, harder than living alone in a room . harder than anything that I have ever coped up with.but if its meant to be its meant to be.

Broken

Broken dreams, broken laws
Cant believe just what I saw
Black shadows lingering in the sky
A cold wind rushes me by

In the search to find my lost soul
I am staring in the abyss into a blackhole

Dead end is what I find when I go anywhere
Dead souls and cold eyes is what I meet everywhere
It was u who decided to go
As i wait here to know



This half cup of love , is what I am drinking
This joke of a life that I am living
The mirror infront of me is broken
The relection of me is gone



And I am broken………





Ghost of myself still haunts me
Death is even scared to see
You left me both high and dry
I cannot even cry no matter how much i try

Locked doors and blank thoughts
A lost battle is whatI fought
Life is not the way it was meant to be
If only I had the eyes to see

The question still remains why did he do this
The time of my life that I would sorely miss



This half cup of love , is what I am drinking
This joke of a life that I am living
The mirror infront of me is broken
The relection of me is gone



And I am broken………

the pains

o here is my first hand at poetry :P the title is the pain

i never thought that u werent the one
i always thought it was battle i won
I never thought things would end this way
i always thought u were here to stay

so i kept your hand and held it with me
i never realised i was too blind to see
maybe u never bothered to fit
baby u never bothered to sit

so i walk on this broken glass
i cant walk no more
and i've been cut into half
this pain i cant take no more

baby you did what u thought was right
maybe you never saw me in your sight
baby you said that our love had died
i never saw had you had lied

i never thought you would do this to me
i always thought i was able to see
I never thought we werent the same
i always found myself only to blame
so i walk on this broken glass
i cant walk no more
and i've been cut into half
this pain i cant take no more

PS:i will be converting this into a song and will be uploading it on the net soon will be uploading the links as well.. please listen , share and comment.

the fuckups

yes so i am single again !! it does not end for i guess. but den as u might have read dis tiem i thought it was it but then i messed it up again .i sometimes fail to understand myself . Why i do such stuff.Everytime i have something good going for i fuck it all up . I'll share a secret with u guys this time around . I am like this only . I just want more and more in my life i guess.. I fuck everytime up. Its my problem , i am selfish and i am egotistical to such an extent that nobody likes to be with me . As a riend everyones okay but when it comes to relationships everyone ikes to keep there distance. I am so annoyed at myself thee days that cant think of anything else but ending it rather . It's not because of the break up but the manner in which it happened. I had everygoing my wy , one problem and i got so fucking impatient that i fucked it . i have to deal with probably the hardest and the most crucial time and dis is what i do to myself. anyways i wish that girl of mine a very good luck in life and would like to publicaly apologise for being rude and mean to her . the name is richa sabherwal..

Insecurities and complications in life …..

In one of the earlier blogs I mentioned that life is just like movie.. some find it good.. some find it funny some find it worthless some find it sad … Yet we still live it and we still watch movies. However there is one thing that has always confused me and I haven’t even figured what exactly is the reason and what is the solution for it . Or maybe I have figured out the reason but surely not the solution. I will pose the situation and then tell the reason which is so complicated that it inturn makes it the problem .
Say for example u want a girlfriend. So u’ll look for a potential partner. Then u will decide to tell her and if she says yes, that’s cool . So lets say the first step is complete and u finally d find urself a girlfriend. So the insecurity here was that might never be able to have a girlfriend. So now step 2 which makes it a bit ccomplex is that of how the future is Is it safe? U want her to be always urs and it leads to different human emotions , jealousy , anger , sadness, etc. SO the possible solution u will look is marriage . Say you achieved that too and now you are married . the future aspect which was a reason was ur insecurity will grow in size in step 3 . Your now future tension will be that of stability .. So u get urself a good job , u open a savings account and invest money here ad there. You then have kids to give urself the tag of happy family . Say you achieved that too , now te insecurity u will have will be that of ur kids futue. Will they be able to support you and ur wife and various other things?

So the catch here is nothing is certain about our future but still we try everything to make it certain yet we fail miserabely at it. The dichotomy of the situation is that if u don’t do it u will lose sure shot.But there I no sign of wining. So in a nutshell u r doing it to lose coz everytime u do something u’ll end up doing the same thing with a greater magnitude. So why do it ? coz thereis no other option. So u have only 2 options to lose and to do sumthing and still lose?I am not that pessimistic as of now that these are 2 only possible ways to go bout in life. Life is so complicated that I am very sure we will have other ways to go bout it . Yo have tofigure it out ..I am still on my way of exploring them .

Decide for yourself-being a pothead

Since I have come to Pune I did a lot of things which were something I didn’t really do much when I was back In delhi. One of them was weeding. And i started stoning quite regularly.I am now in a state where I proudle say that it gave me a new perspective on life. People say it’s bad it’s drugs , they harm yourbody and stuff. But u know that’s what is called stereotyping .i have tried everything in life and by everything I mean everything and I don’t mind sharing it here on this blog .Reason I don’t have a problem with anyone . I believe until u try things you cannot say wether it’s good or bad for you.it’s a simple example you do not make your opinion about a movie wether it’s good or bad until you yourself have seen it .so unless you have tried things which people call ‘unethical’ you cannot base your opinion on it .Coming back to being a stoner , I have only done weed and that is something that I realized is that something is totally unharmful. Weed is now used by medical practioners as a natural drug to cure cancer patients. Anyways weed does no harm. Have you ever heard someone dying because he used to smoke weed? No right ?and Iam telling you it’s the best high yu get . It opens your mind to things and you start realizing things.Anyways that’s me reading about weed and telling you abut . You should not to start weeding because someone is saying . It’s like you do not form an opinion about a movie until you have seen it yourself.You don’t learn to appreciate a ride on the bicycle until you have done it yourself.That’s how simple it is . You cannot form an opinion about weed until you have smoked it . People say do not talk back to your parents but don’t we do it? Why? Because sometimes we feel that they are wrong and we are right.I done weed because I have to prove something to the society or my parents or other pople . I do it because I like doing it . And now that I have found that it’s not harmful I am more than happy .
The other reason which is more obvious and which bears a better explanation is that people don’t want to see themselves as an idiot infront of others when he is stned. But that’s exactly what my problem is . Why do we care so much about how people think about us? If that is so then why do you say it’s my life and I want to do what I feel like?

Again I am not asking you to do it . What I am saying is don’t form an opinion when you haven’t tried something because that’s not good. You don’t do judge a fight until you have seen it with your own eyes. So don’t say that weed is bad just because people have told you . Try it and then form an opinion. My experience- it’s the best feeling in this whole world .

life from different perspectives

You know when someone goes to a movie , everyone in the theatre will have some opinion about it . One may think its as a useless movie , one may try and relate himself with it and one may like the story and many other things. Life also is like a movie only . One may think it’s useless , one may try and explore life one may like to remember some of the amasing moments in their life while regret some of the most unhappy things.When I was growing up I always thought about how people form opinions , their likes and dislikes. Ad it took me sometime to decide for myself , as in what I feel. Always I went for things which were like there in the society . I didn’t think much before wanting anything . Result , I ended up getting what I feel was bad . Impatience may be that some people might think . I on the other hand think it was the unwillingness on my part to not think for myself. Anyways I grew older and now I can decide about my opinions but then there are elements outside that do shape your thinking. For example listening to so much of rock music has made me a guy who will always question every rule. And it is because that is what people say abut rock music. This can also be attributed to what I perceive of the genre of the music. This is all nothing but a clash of opinions in your mind. You are thinking about something and with passage of sometime you realize that these all will help build you anopinion about it . right now as I am typing I forminganopinion and there are factors that will lead me to it . It sounds really confusing but then that’s the trick . The confusion will help you to form you own opinions .

the saga of indian railways

Well it might be kinda boring for you guys to read it but the I thought to make you part of my boredome as I sit here in this duronto express which got delayed thanks to the gujjar dharnas.Anyways As I sit here I can now go back to my first train journey and if I remember it correctly my first train journey was to vaishno devi in jammu , We were travelling in Jhelum express and it reached somewhere around in the afternoon Dad was still in army that time so we stayed in military headquarters.I remember another family travelling with us who had a daughter along with them and who fell from the upper birth with a great thud.My second journey was to Ajmer where we were supposed to go at my bua’s place and I remember I had drunk so much of khus khus that even my crap got green in colour. Sounds awfully beautiful doesn’t it ? As years went by and I grew up I was fascinated by train travels and there in grade 7 I remember sitting in Goa express on my way to pune to see my sister who was pursuing engineering. That was the first time I spent like more than 24 hours in a train . I remember being scared in the night when the train used to stop in the middle of nowhere and praying to god that it would just start moving.Grade 9 saw saw me moving from delhi to Bombay in rajdhani , from there to goa and back again to Bombay from where we went again to Aurangabad and returned to Bombay and ginally to the national capital.Grade saw my first alone journey to ajmer in shatabdi and grade 11 saw me moving from Amritsar to delhi in another shatabdi.Wait for 2 more years and I remember moving with one of best friends to pune that too in sleeper class. We met another guy on the train who was a guitarist himself and we sat there on the train doing nothing but playing guitars , talking about sex and how girlfriends are the most irritating people on this planet. While returning from pune me and my friend got really bored and we played ludo to pass some time . It was then that I tried to open up the pouch of letchup and by mistake I squeezed and some part of the ketchup it landed straight on an elederly gentleman’s bald head.Third year saw me travelling for the first time in a sleeper class to pune and guess what ? I ended up drinking from the trains pantry . Oh and I forgot we also had a college tour to mount abu which had nothing special except for the fact that we were drinking vodka in the bathroom and smoking cigarettes till police came and we remember throwing it away . Coming back to third year I remember the college trip to jodhpur and it was winters and I remember sleeping in the sleeping bag which was too cozy for my liking. Now as I sit here today on my probably the longest of my journeys I remember the three train journeys in the span of a month and this is my fourth one shunting between delhi and pune .
What I feel about Indian trains is the amount of excitement and fun that people tend to have in trains . They are mostly on holidays and they make sure that they have a lot of fun . Indian railiways is the best example of probably the classic Indian middle class struggle and yet how they manage to do it with a smile on their face . They are ever so helpful yet they are able to make their way out . Every time a train stops at a particular station the entire train gets down to treat themselves to tea and some local snacks . Certain hawkers get on the train to sell the local fruits , sweets , snacks and some other stuff which might be important on a train except a freaking matchbox. I remember the time I was going back to delhi , I forgot my matchbox and I spent an entire day getting down at stations trying to ask for a matchbox . Finally some other smoker took pity on my and gifted me that pack of matchbox. Though it is of no special significance I still carry it and have now labeled it as my emergency matchbox. The example of the matchbox I feel throws light on the fact that Indian railways and Indian culture are both interconnected and you get to see and observe a lot of people around . There will be early risers who will get up at 5 am to to their daily routine their will be late risers in the day who will find it hard to go about their daily routines and then there will be people like me who will me the intermediate connect between the two . I tend to have a lot of fun during these train journeys and I am always on the lookout of observing people , getting to know them , getting to know their tastes and all . I wonder if you people also feel like it

The final realization

As I sit here in my 3 tier Ac compartment Duronto express that is taking more time to reach than a fucking cycle rickshaw I get time to write another blog after like what six months . The last one was in July which boasted about how I excited and at the same time scared I was to experience. Now after having lived those 6 months and then came back home spent 2 months I have time to reflect on how exactly I have changed on certain things and how certain things are still the same regardless of time space and money . Well money still is a large contributing factor of how I have changed . Now that I have shifted away from home I have to manage my household in 8000 rupees which includes food , rent , cigarettes and other things. Mind it is not an easy thing to spend it in this tight budget , but then as dad says if u are’nt able to fit urself in this budget even if increase ur money it wont matter , u will still cry about it . And he turns out it is quite right I have finally learnt to live in this world . Where I am the only one standing tall without any problem , I am more aggressive now in places and no longer shy or a bit tounge tied at places because I have learnt that in this world you create respect because of yourself . Noone can create that for you . When I started with my internship , The first day of interview I was given a go for the internship because I was studying masters in that profession and that too frpm a fucking brilliant university and I cracked the entrance for it where there was only one seat for me . I am not boasting or anything but then I killed the competition of about 150 people which is no joke . one seat and 150 people up to give the examination is no joke . But then this I feel I was able to do because this is something I always wanted to do . So now coming to the ‘ maturity’ levels that I think I have achieved. I think I have become more patient towards things and I also think I have started respected my parents more . this is because out here in pune when I see there is nobody out for me I now realize that how blessed I am to have my parents in delhi to everyday advise me and take care of me . That everyday scold of don’t do this and we are your parents we know now all seems to make sense. The best part that I love about this change is that I have started opening up . I am no longer shy and I have started respecting people about what they do . Be it a cycle rickshaw puller or a business entrepreneur. I know what peop;le exactly do and how hard it is for them to do it . To get up every morning and go to work is not an easy thing to do . My editor always said during the brainstorming sessions , people out there want to know why stuff is happening why is that event quirky. That is because people want to break the bubble and try and know about different thing that are happening in and around them. That’s why journalists are respect everywhere. I have to admit I loved the respect I got from everyone . True every profession carries its own set of problems and true that fact journalism also carries the baggage of pressure of time , high profile people and accuracy . I remember when my copy editor mis-spelled one of the Indian bands as Pakistani band , we received a huge email and the next day we had to print a corrigendum . I mean as journalists you do get power but then you also should know how to manage it or it can backfire heavily on you . It feels great when your family and relatives appreciate your work and especially it feels awesome when your work gets appreciated in the newsroom , but you have to compromise on a lot of things . Imagine I was here for like one month and I had to cancel about a week of meeting with my girlfriend . I am finally in love and I desperately want to see her but because I have to work I cannot meet her . Thankfully she understanood this and never created much fuss about it. But then when I wanted to spend maximum time with her I was not able to . Only a bloody Sunday I got which I had to divide between her / friends and family . You guess who got cut . I had to cancel a lot of nighouts so that I could meet her and the rest of the evening I could spend with my family . This is something I learnt from Pune itself. Compromise. You had to compromise on a lot of shit to do something which was really important .Am I happy about it ? you bet I am . Friends will understand and they actually do . The train is still running slow and I have no idea as to when I will reach pune. And now that I will be here for another 6 months there s again a bundle of surprises that await me and I am also excited to face those new challenges . I still have to learn how to ride a bike and how to roll properly with a backflip . I stii have to learn to sit properly in Indian style bathrooms and still have to realize the importance of cleaning rooms. Lets see if I am able to do this in the next set of months . Till then let’s just hope that I survive .

The New Face

First of all i would apologise for not being in touch for a long time, have to say that it was really unacceptable on my part .

Anyways as i am sitting here typing this blog , i am waiting for my result that will declare me as a graduate. Finally the dream of becmong a graduate will be complete.
Also I just got through pune university's MJMC(masters in Journalism and Communications)where there were only 2 seats for General candidates throughout India but outside Maharashtra. I just took a room nearby my college which is located in the heart of the city( i dont know this my sister tells me so)and have a goan roomate Omkar Rege..Uptill now I was comfortable with the fact that allright I'll be alone living independently, finally away from the naggings and restrictions dat i face at home. But then suddenly realised that now everything will be my decesion,everything will done as i want and as soon as i thought of that i realised one more thing, i will have noone to take advice from , i have to mend my own problems. All this left me wondering why is it such a good thing to be independent? why has alwayws dependency looked down upon? as a negative thing? just because u cling onto someone and rest through him comfortably?why cant be there a personal will to depend on others? the answer lies in the irony of the situation which is even if you dcide as your will to depend on someone it was ultimately your decision to do that . In a way it was your decesion to depend on others , you took that decision independently .

Yesterday night my jiju asked me this question .. Are you scared of living alone?
I answred him -yes . But his next question was.. why? I could not answer him . There were so many thing.. What if I fell while shiiting on the indian style bathroom ... What if i run out of money and have one week left and wont get to eat food.. what if eat something rubbish outside and my stomach gets upset? what if i lose my college i card and don have mooney again to pay for a new one , what if sumone steals my guitar ? there are so many things that I will experience here ... that i dont even know about ... and yes I am scared... Having said that , I want to stand up against this and face it.. I want ti learn things. I want to be finally independent and then take whatever is thrown aginst me formy decesion. I need to learn that I am solely responsiblr for my decisions . Maybe this will help me in controling my lying habits. Maybe it will make me more tolerant and patient towards things and maybe it will teach me to wait for everyone to sit and eat together and not start eating first ....

The catch of the whole situation is that it will be totally me who will be taking decisions and finally it wont matter whatever result comes out of it .

There will be times definitely when i would want go give up and go to delhi again but there will be also times when i would enjoy and say that this is the best time of my life.

In the span of 21 years of my life I have had changing phases in my lifer which i believe go with every living individual which help him to realise something, it maybe small or big, its irrelevant, the fact is that there is a sense of realisation. after class 5'th i realised that football had a certain rule by the name of offside, after class 8'th i realised how important are sports for you, after 10'th i realised the importance of music,after 12'th i realised the importance of concentration, after the three years of my college i came to realise hat respecting opinions will make u understand people better .
This is the new face that probably will have in the next two years -the new face which I would try hard to get , not that i loath my current face- its just that new face will be a better version of me - like an upgraded software . This is something that actually need to kind of correct my ways to go about life, stop being a narcissistic bastard that i am and try to understand the fact that just by understanding people i cannot be in the society until and unless i also respect their time and there interests. it will give me the vision to see things on my own and enjoy what is the best for me and what is worst for me .....

the face is so much upon me that i started blogging again !!!

Cheers!!!!

The Spirit Of Rock

Okay the spirit of rock ?? eh ?? thats a very tricky question to answer .. There is a simple reason behind it , that many people mistake rock to be like anti religion , or as many Christian Catholics say , anti Christ . Rock ain’t anti GOD , or anti Christ . Rock is all about rebellion , all about standing against the people who run the society . or as Jack black says in his movie “ The School Of Rock” rock is all about sticking it the man …
Yes my friends , rock is all about sticking it to the man .

Rock is one layman’s term . Or to put in other words it is a very big genre of music , just as you have blues , jazz and pop . Rock has many sub genres for example ,
Classic rock , Grunge Rock , Hard Rock , Punk Rock , Progressive Rock , Soft Rock ( yeah rockstars are soft also .. ) Psychedelic Rock , Country rock , Alternative Rock and many more . And each genre has its own style of conveying a message .
For instance , grunge rock include bands like Nirvana , Alice in chains, Pearl Jam and many more .. There lyrics don’t make sense at all with the music and the lines are quite counfusing , but as you look at the lyrics as a whole , you will understand that the lyrics convey some potential meaning after all ..

Rock also gave birth to one of the genres that todays youngsters are really fascinated about .. – METAL
Yes my friends metal , this is a much bigger way of showing rebellion to a particular organization and it also has its sub genres . thrash metal , death metal , brutal death metal , heavy metal , gothich metal , psychedelic metal . and many more ..
First Metal band to name was BLACK SABBATH , who gave birth to one of the most famous names in entire rock history – OZZY OZBOURNE
And then in 1980’s came three bands , Metallica , Megadeth and Iron Maiden , bringing a revolution in the metal history and changed history of metal forever .
But there is one saying that sums up which of the bands gave the most to metal fans .
Black Sabbath created metal but METALLICA perfected it , and the rest is history …

To sum up Rock is not anti god . Rock is standing up for yourself , it is all about freedom of speech , freedom of mind from the shackles of laws that people have to abide by to live in it , but they do not know that these very rules and laws are the ones that feed upon them and brings upon them suffering . Rock goes against such rules , but you see as the famous song goes by Pink Floyd people are “ COMFORTABLY NUMB .”

My problem of lying

Okay this is no adevnture , you might say .. but as you read along ... you'l find many of my adventures .. Yes yes everyone lies , what is new that I lie ?? eh?? you see people lie so that they are not blamed of sumthing they did , I lie because I want to be blamed for something I didnt do .
Yes that is me , I am really weird in normal situations , and trust me there is no answer of why I want to be blamed . Okay I agree that want to be famous , but not this way , and to tell you honestly no one can understand this , I will really love talk to a person who lies to get into trouble .

So this first incident is when I was in the ninth grade . I had a very good friend , Harshit , who gave me his library book to get it reissued , coz he had some work in the computer lab . So I took my book along with his book and I got both of them reissued . Everything was going fine . No problems . But then .. as the period got over and I returned to the class , I realised that I forgot his book . I got scared and as Harshit came to me , where the book is .... I LIED to him that the book is in his bag . I could have told him easily that i forgot the book in library but no I had to lie .. and so I did .. I told him its in his bag . Well ofcourse book was'nt there in his bag ..
And so the story began , I was blamed for stealing a book , My classteacher , Mrs. Pratibha Nath , she took situation in her hand and asked me several times , did I really steal the book . She really trusted me and loved me .. and she knew it that I did'n steal but she could not do anything . This was not his .. , Harshit's mother called at my place to tell my parents that I have stolen a his son's book . And my parents , already upset with me not exceling in studies , got more angry .
BOY!!! parents sometimes think too much about their kids !!
Anyways the week got over and me and harshit went to the library period .. and we talked to asst. librarian about the current situation .. she told us to check in the shelves . I just prayed to GOD that the book should be there in the shelf and no one else shud have had it issued , but considering the fact that exams were near and kids were getting almost all the refrence books issued the chances of my wish happening were quite slim . We checked first shelf , second shelf , third .. I remeber there were about 15 shelfes of refrence books for ninth class and as we were checking shelves .. my wish seem to be miles and miles far . But as we moved to the seventh shelf , My eyes moved to a book " quantum physics - class IX " , a dusty red coloured cover and soon as I picked it up , I said YEA!!!!!! , I found it . And I told harshit " see I didnt steal the book , it was here only " . But he did not believe and soon came the reply from his side " You must have hid this book a day before " . I could not believe my ears . One of my close firends did not believe ME , He thought of me as a thief . And since then , he did not remain in my company a lot as he used to do . And to tell the truth if I still tell him that I did not steal his book , He still wont believe me , and I wont be surprised .
Many incidents like this have happened and I have continued to lie wothout any good reason and kept getting myself into world of trouble . And I know that I have lost many people who were very close to me , just like Harshit . Only if I didnt lie .....
Who knows .. I might have written some lies in this post too ..

PS: harshit if you have read this , desperatly need some compliments .
and if you are not Harshit , I really do need comments ...

My first electric Guitar

oh my .... this will take some time of yours ... My first electric guitar , I bought it on 1'st June 2008 from pune from a shop called in a basement for 3600 bucks ... and I tell you it was no easy , it was not just making a decesion and going there and buying a guitar straightaway ..It was some hectic job to buy a guitar and I had to test my patience to have my guitar and let me tell you patience is not one of my better qualities but it had been exercised a lot untill i got my guitar .


I had decided to but an electric guitar in september when my brother in law told me that the acoustic guitar I possessed was not of good quality and so i just got upset and decided that the next guitar i buy will be of a better quality and it will be definately electric . And from then onwards my search started I started looking at diffrent types of electric guitars on internet , made a rough budget in my mind , and after a week I went to papa and told him that I want to but an electric guitar . He said "NO " . I was angry , I started throwing things here and there ( wel just tryin to show to throw things .. if I would have done it in reality i would have been kicked out ) and then papa said in his typical patient tone , okay you can buy , but after your university exams are over . And I looked at the calendar and saw september and counted months from september till may - 9 months .. Okay so 9 months wat was it ? just roughly 270 days only 6480hours . Thats not much ?? is it ??


after the wait was over on 23'rd april , the day my exams got over , I went to papa and told him about his promise he made me 9 months ago and he told me start lokking for guitars .


So I started looking for guitars , and in the meanwhile I made a band with a guy I found on orkut .. and we decided to start off by June .. Anyways I went this band member of mine to buy him an acoustic guitar to a shop in lajpat nagar in delhi , and as soon I entered the shop i heard an amasing progression being played by the salesperson there and I was stunned by the range of guitars they had . Anyways I bought my friend his acoustic guitar and came bak home . I decided that time has now come and i have to buy a guitar and I told papa that i want to . and he told me that I should not take guitar in a hurry and told me that i was already goin to pune in may .. so its better i buy it from there under my brother in law's guidance . My patience was facing the worst kind of test ...


Anyways I got down at pune and on the first day itself I told my brother about it . The nest day we went to furtados to checkout some guitars and i saw there a guitar for about 13 k . and it was AMASING . and we almost bought it .. but then we decided that we will look in more shops and who knows we might get a deal better than this and we did . about 10 days later we went into a basement music room , and this shop was not that big but I could smell the strings in it . So we got down looking at some guitars and then we decided about two guitars one was sky blue in color and the other total black , so we decided after a lot of thinkin that black one was the best .


But then came another twist , my sister wanted to wait more due to financial reasons , and now patience had given way and i was gettin desperate to buy , so my brother in law , me and my sister we all discussed the repurcussions if we buy a guitar that moment and what if we do not .. and then they cancelled each other . And then it came down to a coin toss . And it was like everything had come to a stand still . my brother took the coin out of his wallet , i said tails and when he tossed it up in the air , it was like the world had stopped for me . The coin went up in the air and it touched the ceiling and landed straight into his hands and as he removed hiss left hand to see the outcome I said to myself , it should be a tails . and it was . So we went and we got what i wanted for the last 9 months . A nice black coloured guitar . yeah I posessed her !!!

Whatever may be the price , for me it is priceless , I luv playing it and though I am yet to perform with it infront of people , I am sure she definatelt wo'nt let me down .

PS: I know it might be boring for you to read it , but try and imagine what I felt at sum key moments ..
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