Acknowledgement: The following post is guilty of shameless plagiarism.The idea is inspired by Kaushik's orkut profile.He's changed it now,though,so I feel pretty saintly being honest about it.
Ok this happens to me nearly everyday during most lectures.I can't focus in class.Absofuckinlutely not!It has been happening since the first sem,but this sem,my 6th,has seen me scaling new heights in lack-of-concentration-in-class.This is how my mind usually plays tricks on me.
Venue:Lecture hall 11,mostly
One of the Profs is blabbering away.Say Dr.Mazumdar.I'm taking his example because he's so loud in class that even the most sleepy souls can't catch forty winks.Not that I ever sleep during lectures.Nope,thats the other problem.I am as awake as,well,any fully awake person(I thank Scott Adams for inhibiting my ability to quote appropriate analogies).
Anyway,the point is,if I can daydream in this lecture,the rest of the Profs don't really stand a chance.
A typical train of thought: (Song playing in head)Whooo are you,who who,who who?Who the fuck are you,who who,who who? Man!If Pete Townshend isn't God,I don't know who God is!Wonder if my band members will ever agree to cover The Who songs.Probably not,they're already on an overdose of Floyd. Vinny will kill me if I mention more classic Rock'n'Roll.Hmmm...what bands does that genre really spawn?Rolling Stones is probably the flagship band.Actually,it sounds pretty similar to The Who. And Floyd? can never be sure about their genre.But who cares? They're Gods anyway.Huh,what?Oh shit,he asked a question.What the fuck is going on anyway?Alternative Iron making,shit!Gawd!what did I do to deserve this?Oh,he's coming this way.If you're there,God,now is the time to prove it.Phew!he asked Neerav.Well,Okay I'm beginning to get convinced.Concentrate,man,concentrate!
Now what is Hiran asking?How would I know?Nishant seems to have an idea.How is he so attentive in class?Shit,people are writing copious amounts of stuff.When did he say all this?
Well,there goes more photocopy money flying!Money,so they say,Is the root of all evil today!
I can never get how Money is Floyd's only top 20 hit in the US? That is another reason for me to believe that Americans are assholes.But they make some great movies.Ooh man,The Shawshank Redemption. Why didn't it win an Oscar?Oh yea,the Americans are assholes!Gotta watch Mystic River asap.Once I get over with this goddamn quiz!Oh,shit!got practice tonight.But Panty isn't coming.So probably we'll just do Highway to Hell.Phat jayegi yaar!The chorus part is so fuckin high.Lets see if Vishnu can help me out with it.Will junta come to see a rock show here?Hmm,maybe we'll put up the list of songs a few days before the show.Smoke on the water,Highway to Hell,Run like Hell ought to draw some crowd at least.
How much time left?10 more minutes!Lets see what's going on.Hmmmm......no idea.
Arre yaar,gotta prepare at leats one good dance before the sem ends.The boys really want to take a team to other colleges.Oh,the prize money for Groovin.Gotta talk to Pathak today.
Will we be able to go to Allahabad for Gnosiomania?Well,Dube and Shahi are ready.Not sure about Mandu though.Lets see if Nishant and Barsaiyan agree.It'll be fun if they do.
Just 2 more mins,hmm...120,119,118,117......
You get the picture,don't you?
a reason to rhyme about revelations in real-time
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Thursday, February 23, 2006
Saturday, August 27, 2005
Darkness imprisoning me
"A cynical bastard"...yea,that was it!That was the most recent accolade I received.more than that,Mandu said I define the phrase.In fact,the way it was said was,"...so-n-so is almost as cynical as Avichal".needless to say,it has got me thinking.Sometimes I think about the things that get me thinking,which means there are a lot of such things.I do think a lot,which is the probably the first sign of a defeatist attitude.
There is no doubt that I'm a pessimist,a perennially depressed soul who is more often than not in the wallowing-in-self-pity mode.but then,there's no cure to it,cos I enjoy sadness.I kno thts sad,but its enjoyable all the same.anyhow,the reason for my latest bout of depression was somewhat more valid than the usual ones.We're fuckin outcasts in our batch,for fuck's sake!that would have been reason enuf to think of devising new ways of comitting suicide for a true doomsayer,or genocide maybe.but then,somehow i know better,thoh i dont know how.
So i show them the finger,but I'm depressed nonetheless,cos I ask myself why??whats the reason for all the bitterness surrounding me?I conclude they're all assholes,which is another reason to be in blue funk.I'm surrounded by assholes!!what did I do to deserve this fate?
Anyway,like I said before,I love it anyway.I've been listening to haunting music,reading fuckin weird literature,and enjoying it like never before....
I've always maintained depression brings out the best in artists.Roger Waters probably authenticises that philosophy like none else.but then,there are others too.Kafka in literature,Edvard Munch in Art.Munch,in fact,became a more cheerful person towards the latter part of his life,but thereby lost the magic in his art.Floyd's lyrics,in the post-Waters era,became more positive in their message,no more gloomy preoccupations with themes of war and madness,a more cheerful outlook with songs like "learning to fly" and "coming back to life".
but it was hardly the Floyd sound ever again.and Kafka,shiiit maaaan!just read "The Metamorphosis" and am still reeling from the blow.
and finally,to end this depressing post,lines from my favorite suicidal lyrics:
Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings,
Thought I oughta tear the curtain down.
I held the blade in trembling hands
Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang
I never had the nerve to make the final cut
There is no doubt that I'm a pessimist,a perennially depressed soul who is more often than not in the wallowing-in-self-pity mode.but then,there's no cure to it,cos I enjoy sadness.I kno thts sad,but its enjoyable all the same.anyhow,the reason for my latest bout of depression was somewhat more valid than the usual ones.We're fuckin outcasts in our batch,for fuck's sake!that would have been reason enuf to think of devising new ways of comitting suicide for a true doomsayer,or genocide maybe.but then,somehow i know better,thoh i dont know how.
So i show them the finger,but I'm depressed nonetheless,cos I ask myself why??whats the reason for all the bitterness surrounding me?I conclude they're all assholes,which is another reason to be in blue funk.I'm surrounded by assholes!!what did I do to deserve this fate?
Anyway,like I said before,I love it anyway.I've been listening to haunting music,reading fuckin weird literature,and enjoying it like never before....
I've always maintained depression brings out the best in artists.Roger Waters probably authenticises that philosophy like none else.but then,there are others too.Kafka in literature,Edvard Munch in Art.Munch,in fact,became a more cheerful person towards the latter part of his life,but thereby lost the magic in his art.Floyd's lyrics,in the post-Waters era,became more positive in their message,no more gloomy preoccupations with themes of war and madness,a more cheerful outlook with songs like "learning to fly" and "coming back to life".
but it was hardly the Floyd sound ever again.and Kafka,shiiit maaaan!just read "The Metamorphosis" and am still reeling from the blow.
and finally,to end this depressing post,lines from my favorite suicidal lyrics:
Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings,
Thought I oughta tear the curtain down.
I held the blade in trembling hands
Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang
I never had the nerve to make the final cut
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