A silent storm beneath the beds
Of them asleep on satin
The vagabond goes beyond the lands
In search of a rose or Latin
He goes beyond, he rows and strides
In search of what he knows not
Beyond the horizon to parts unknown
He strides through war and peace
To the world’s end where prophets beckon
The vagabond is now beyond us
My satchel now chock-a-block
A word to my kin, Mother Nature
The vagabond now brews within me
I take a path for the stranger
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Remembrance of a Lawman
Rooftops and graffitti, all the lads in the bar
The whiskey on the rocks with a cuban cigar
Hooters and shooters and men behind the bars
Oh a fair lady made my empire
Dope,smoke and unlawful antics
Hippies, junkies and the healthy mob
Handcuffed and barred for the common man's cause
Those were the days
It's as real as it gets
Reminds me of the burning desire
Uniforms, guns and justice shall be served
Oh the law was my favourite attire
Enforcing order from dusk till dawn
Children on the streets the mothers all calm
Peacefully happy when I was around
Tonight I look back, the guns on my wall
Many are still here and there, but I've been long gone
Wish I was there still to make order stand tall
I'm jealous of the uniform clad lawmen
Old in age but in spirit I reign
The whiskey on the rocks with a cuban cigar
Hooters and shooters and men behind the bars
Oh a fair lady made my empire
Dope,smoke and unlawful antics
Hippies, junkies and the healthy mob
Handcuffed and barred for the common man's cause
Those were the days
It's as real as it gets
Reminds me of the burning desire
Uniforms, guns and justice shall be served
Oh the law was my favourite attire
Enforcing order from dusk till dawn
Children on the streets the mothers all calm
Peacefully happy when I was around
Tonight I look back, the guns on my wall
Many are still here and there, but I've been long gone
Wish I was there still to make order stand tall
I'm jealous of the uniform clad lawmen
Old in age but in spirit I reign
Friday, February 19, 2010
Dogmatic Flaws
Walking down the sands of time
Lucifer was a bud of mine
Came jesus, got him crucified
A lone bystander with his rhyme
Clandestine are the words of mine
Saints,prophets but another child
The lord's plan was superfly
Pitchers empty epiphanys rise
All the martyrs died
Secrets unveil revealing lies
Mother I'm grateful for the life
Even with the fatal lies
Soccer, brew and simplicity
Facing deceit it's still full of glee
Delayed but I apologize
Lucifer was a bud of mine
Came jesus, got him crucified
A lone bystander with his rhyme
Clandestine are the words of mine
Saints,prophets but another child
The lord's plan was superfly
Pitchers empty epiphanys rise
All the martyrs died
Secrets unveil revealing lies
Mother I'm grateful for the life
Even with the fatal lies
Soccer, brew and simplicity
Facing deceit it's still full of glee
Delayed but I apologize
Monday, February 1, 2010
GOGOL !
I’m not sure what was going through my parents minds or even if it was my parents that gave me the nickname Gogol but I always wondered who came up with that name and if they did then how, or rather why. I’ve been told that Gogol was a Russian scientist and the reason for naming me after him was that it would make me an academic too. Well, that failed miserably! Too bad the Gypsy punk band Gogol Bordello didn’t originate till I was about 10 years old. At least I would have been close to my name’s legacy, if not fulfilling it. Often I wonder if they really named me after Nikolai Vasilievich Gogol, because honestly, I love what I have read about that guy. I might not be like him, but from what I have read, it would be an honour to be like him.
Another thing about the name is that they nicknamed me Gogol while my official name is Prasid. I mean, come on, are we trying to make some kind of diverse person here. It’s one thing being born of parents from different cultures, but it’s completely different when you have one name that originates in Sanskrit (Praseed is the actual pronunciation of my name. Prasid is just the easier and more used version.) and another that is Russian. What were they trying to make? Some kind of dictator cum academic cum literary marvel or something? They pretty much failed in their attempts then I guess.
Sometimes, in those moments where you think of how things will be in the future and other such matters, I think to myself, what would it be like being say 35 years old and being called Gogol ? I mean, it would be like ‘Aye Gogol-da ki hochche’ or ‘Mr. Gogol, nice to meet you’ or the most hilarious, what would it be like being called Gogol in bed. Think about it yourself, in bed with a woman and she goes like ‘Oh Gogol, do that thing you always do’! That’s freaking hilarious. Somewhere some person will be telling his friend, ‘you know, I know this guy named Gogol, he’s a friend of mine and he’s got this new car which he drives around in all the time…’. It’s just funny, how the simple name makes even the most casual conversations sound funny.
With all that though, the name’s kinda cool. I mean, it makes me a living smile generator in a way. That’s always a good place to be. I see a person crying and in tears, all I have to do is go up to them and say, ‘Hi, my name is Gogol’ and voila they’re laughing or at least they stop crying for sometime to realise if I’m really serious. This recent movie, I forget the name has somewhat ruined the comedy that my name carried with itself but hell, it makes it cooler. Now I have a name that’s been used in movies and that’s not just Tom, Dick and Harry or any other regular name. It’s a name you don’t hear very often, it’s Gogol !
Even when people try making fun of it, ‘Oh hey, hi! So your name is Gogol. Do you like Go gol all the time or something?’. They just end of making a fool out of themselves. It’s not really easy to make fun of a name which is in itself funny and in my opinion, it takes a pretty lucky person to have a name which makes the world smile. In any case, it’s better than Hardik being called Hard-dick !
As of late, I’ve been called Prasid much more than Gogol. Actually, Gogol’s only used at home now. But I realise now that it was much more fun when people used to call me Gogol and they used to smile everytime they did it.
Another thing about the name is that they nicknamed me Gogol while my official name is Prasid. I mean, come on, are we trying to make some kind of diverse person here. It’s one thing being born of parents from different cultures, but it’s completely different when you have one name that originates in Sanskrit (Praseed is the actual pronunciation of my name. Prasid is just the easier and more used version.) and another that is Russian. What were they trying to make? Some kind of dictator cum academic cum literary marvel or something? They pretty much failed in their attempts then I guess.
Sometimes, in those moments where you think of how things will be in the future and other such matters, I think to myself, what would it be like being say 35 years old and being called Gogol ? I mean, it would be like ‘Aye Gogol-da ki hochche’ or ‘Mr. Gogol, nice to meet you’ or the most hilarious, what would it be like being called Gogol in bed. Think about it yourself, in bed with a woman and she goes like ‘Oh Gogol, do that thing you always do’! That’s freaking hilarious. Somewhere some person will be telling his friend, ‘you know, I know this guy named Gogol, he’s a friend of mine and he’s got this new car which he drives around in all the time…’. It’s just funny, how the simple name makes even the most casual conversations sound funny.
With all that though, the name’s kinda cool. I mean, it makes me a living smile generator in a way. That’s always a good place to be. I see a person crying and in tears, all I have to do is go up to them and say, ‘Hi, my name is Gogol’ and voila they’re laughing or at least they stop crying for sometime to realise if I’m really serious. This recent movie, I forget the name has somewhat ruined the comedy that my name carried with itself but hell, it makes it cooler. Now I have a name that’s been used in movies and that’s not just Tom, Dick and Harry or any other regular name. It’s a name you don’t hear very often, it’s Gogol !
Even when people try making fun of it, ‘Oh hey, hi! So your name is Gogol. Do you like Go gol all the time or something?’. They just end of making a fool out of themselves. It’s not really easy to make fun of a name which is in itself funny and in my opinion, it takes a pretty lucky person to have a name which makes the world smile. In any case, it’s better than Hardik being called Hard-dick !
As of late, I’ve been called Prasid much more than Gogol. Actually, Gogol’s only used at home now. But I realise now that it was much more fun when people used to call me Gogol and they used to smile everytime they did it.
Friday, June 5, 2009
End of an era
Era: a period marked by distinctive character or reckoned from a fixed point
or event.
Nope, I guess the title doesn't match the content again. Oh well, what's in a
name !!
There are often some times in your life, when you find everything around you
very dull and boring. You've got a hell of a lot of work to do but you still
find yourself wanting of that little thrill or excitement, something to
look forward to each day or for some people, each weekend. Till about a week
back, I used to look forward to each Saturday and the guitar class at 3.30pm
but since this Wednesday, something's changed. Well, the reason is pretty
simple, my companion to the class left Delhi and now somehow I don't quite
look forward to the journey to and from Noida, suddenly, it's all become, just
a guitar class, maybe I'll go next week or the week after, it's not like
anybody but me gives a buck about it.
I guess it's all the boredom and irritation, that the constant banter that
goes on at the house, or the fixed routine of never doing anything I am
supposed to that has led me to this point, where this small change seems to be
the end of an era. I took two days to think on this, and I came up with this.
Yes, it is the end of an era. I mean, who knows where I might be in a year. I
might be stuck in my college looking for a job like all of the others in the rat
race, or I might have somehow made enough money and time to finally go
on a trip to Greece(not that I need the money), or maybe I might have decided
to study. Sounds highly unlikely, I know, but who knows what the future may
come. I mean, yes, it's just a god damn year, but does that mean that we'll be
playing poker the same way we used to ? Will there still be a bottle of Black
Label to hide ? Or best, will the person that had the most time, have even a
little time to spend on these things. Time will tell, of course, that's what we
all live on don't we, let's just let time decide and tell us how things are
gonna be.
Haha...I guess I was right then, there is a lot to look forward to. We all do want
unpredictability in our lives don't we, I know I would love some, and I guess you my
friend would also love to have something to look forward to. The end might be bad or
worse but we won't know until we're there would we now..that's it, going to guitar
class tomorrow morning,learning something new and looking forward to the end of this
year for a start of a new era, I'm good with that.
or event.
Nope, I guess the title doesn't match the content again. Oh well, what's in a
name !!
There are often some times in your life, when you find everything around you
very dull and boring. You've got a hell of a lot of work to do but you still
find yourself wanting of that little thrill or excitement, something to
look forward to each day or for some people, each weekend. Till about a week
back, I used to look forward to each Saturday and the guitar class at 3.30pm
but since this Wednesday, something's changed. Well, the reason is pretty
simple, my companion to the class left Delhi and now somehow I don't quite
look forward to the journey to and from Noida, suddenly, it's all become, just
a guitar class, maybe I'll go next week or the week after, it's not like
anybody but me gives a buck about it.
I guess it's all the boredom and irritation, that the constant banter that
goes on at the house, or the fixed routine of never doing anything I am
supposed to that has led me to this point, where this small change seems to be
the end of an era. I took two days to think on this, and I came up with this.
Yes, it is the end of an era. I mean, who knows where I might be in a year. I
might be stuck in my college looking for a job like all of the others in the rat
race, or I might have somehow made enough money and time to finally go
on a trip to Greece(not that I need the money), or maybe I might have decided
to study. Sounds highly unlikely, I know, but who knows what the future may
come. I mean, yes, it's just a god damn year, but does that mean that we'll be
playing poker the same way we used to ? Will there still be a bottle of Black
Label to hide ? Or best, will the person that had the most time, have even a
little time to spend on these things. Time will tell, of course, that's what we
all live on don't we, let's just let time decide and tell us how things are
gonna be.
Haha...I guess I was right then, there is a lot to look forward to. We all do want
unpredictability in our lives don't we, I know I would love some, and I guess you my
friend would also love to have something to look forward to. The end might be bad or
worse but we won't know until we're there would we now..that's it, going to guitar
class tomorrow morning,learning something new and looking forward to the end of this
year for a start of a new era, I'm good with that.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Remembrance Of A Survivor(THIS IS NOT ABOUT ME)
I used to be quiet a vagabond in my childhood days. I wasn’t the average child who had the regular boring school-home-tuition-friends routine. Everyday of mine was marked with some new event about which nobody but I knew. I used to let myself indulge in all sorts of activities…from petty crimes to small acts of kindness to just roaming about like a mentally challenged loner or going to a new place to find some new people to play with. I still look back at those days and say…. Ahh… those were the days but it takes me about just over a minute to realise that those ‘were’ the days and I have something else to do now…something that will make me forget those days.
I have no guilt or shame whatsoever in admitting that the childhood days were what laid the foundation for me to be what I am now and I am proud to say that whenever I stole a bag from a man, I always made it a point to somehow return it to him within the next 5 minutes.
I was in class 6th when these little adventures of mine had first started and I have a really strong feeling that the only reason that I took those tuitions was because I wanted to roam around and enjoy some independence. Even as a kid I remember bugging my mother to let me cross the road by myself and go to school… although she never allowed me to do it but in a recent conversation about my ‘selfishness’ I was reminded that it was in class 2 that she first allowed me to go to school and come back alone. I must inform the reader that my school was not more than a 2min walk from my house at that time, crossing the road was all there was to it, but hey…what do you expect from a child. I was happy with the way it was then and I’m sure I had no idea why I wanted to go alone I know now…that this has always been a trademark of mine from the time I learned to talk and understand. Getting back to the point, my little adventures had not really started until class 7th when we shifted into a new society that was a little over 1 kilometre away from my school and my tuitions. It was at this time that I began to use my bicycle as my path to freedom and peace. My tuitions used to end at 7pm and I have often heard my friends say that my mother used to tell them to make me understand the importance of coming back home on time. Simply put, my tuitions ended at 7 and I don’t remember coming back home before 9. Here again, I urge the reader to understand that in my house, coming back home after 7.30 was like a reincarnation of Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
So, as I was saying. Me and my dear cycle used to go to places, sometimes we used to ride as fast as we could and snatch a purse from a woman, only to return it on our way back. We used to have a jolly good time making friends and chatting with the roadside vendor who used to treat us to free boiled eggs very often. Sometimes I used to decide to go to Vasundhara Enclave and farther beyond the place and my poor old cycle would have to tag along, even though she was tired and out of gas. She used to have her revenge always though, I had a very hard and tiring time pulling her till there. I remember the one day when I was shit tired and had to look for a mechanic so that I could get the tires refilled with air. Oh man, was that bad or what! I was stuck at some place where there wasn’t a cycle mechanic for more than 3 kilometres on either side and I had to walk the all the way back to get my bike repaired. This was just one of the many instances of my adventures. There was this one time when I had tried to be Zorro. I had watched The Mask Of Zorro just before I left for tuition and I just had to leave my own symbol after my snatchings. Hence, my super fast brain thought of the perfect plan. I took a sheet of plain paper and cut it out very neatly into an ‘S’, the S stood for Sigmund since Sigmund had been born by that time but he wasn’t doing much stuff to get noticed, he used to be just a superhero that I dreamed off who could adjust to any situation and exhibit powers accordingly. So, I had my symbol, next was, how do we show it…well…again…after snatching I very skilfully threw the piece of paper towards my ‘victim’ so that he doesn’t know that I had thrown something...but little did I know, a wind was about to blow and alas…my little symbol floated away to some place far off. That was the last time I ever snatched anything though. I realised that I had become bored of it and also realised that I was in fact doing something very wrong. Yes, the people did look relieved when we came back at top speed and tossed there bag towards them. But it was still not something anybody would have liked. I am sure the reader will take me to be a certified retard after reading this and I am also sure that if you heard every little adventure that I can remember, you will actually have infinite thoughts in your head about me and the correctness in hanging out with me but I can assure you at least this much my friend. A lot of those adventured could be termed incorrect but all of them had taught me something or the other, I could at least form my own thoughts and ideas while I still had time to do it. They made me realise that I couldn’t do anything if I felt chained or forced. When I had to finally stop with these frivolities of mine, I realised that even the best things in life will not be with me always. You have to live with the memories, be happy that you have some happy memories and be upset when you have sad memories. It taught me, that there is a big difference between wanting to be alone and being independent but it is dangerously easy to get both of these mixed up and end up with nothing at all. I can tell you now that I have had a lot of experiences and I can hear people say that I am right. Yes, I will also tell you that I don’t like it when people always find me to be right but tell me my dear reader, isn’t that what all of us always want…don’t we always want to avoid every mistake and be right.
I have found no meaning in being with this system but I still give the people credit for being in it. I personally will never be a part of the system, it may sound absurd to you and it sounds scary to me. I’m not afraid of being scared, because that’s just another reason for me to walk on. I’ll have you know dear reader, that if you have even one true friend, then no matter what road you take, your friend will be at the parallel lane telling you to do what is right while the others tell you that you are wrong. If you have been unfortunate enough to not have such a friend, then I will be glad to oblige if you allowed me to.
I have no guilt or shame whatsoever in admitting that the childhood days were what laid the foundation for me to be what I am now and I am proud to say that whenever I stole a bag from a man, I always made it a point to somehow return it to him within the next 5 minutes.
I was in class 6th when these little adventures of mine had first started and I have a really strong feeling that the only reason that I took those tuitions was because I wanted to roam around and enjoy some independence. Even as a kid I remember bugging my mother to let me cross the road by myself and go to school… although she never allowed me to do it but in a recent conversation about my ‘selfishness’ I was reminded that it was in class 2 that she first allowed me to go to school and come back alone. I must inform the reader that my school was not more than a 2min walk from my house at that time, crossing the road was all there was to it, but hey…what do you expect from a child. I was happy with the way it was then and I’m sure I had no idea why I wanted to go alone I know now…that this has always been a trademark of mine from the time I learned to talk and understand. Getting back to the point, my little adventures had not really started until class 7th when we shifted into a new society that was a little over 1 kilometre away from my school and my tuitions. It was at this time that I began to use my bicycle as my path to freedom and peace. My tuitions used to end at 7pm and I have often heard my friends say that my mother used to tell them to make me understand the importance of coming back home on time. Simply put, my tuitions ended at 7 and I don’t remember coming back home before 9. Here again, I urge the reader to understand that in my house, coming back home after 7.30 was like a reincarnation of Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
So, as I was saying. Me and my dear cycle used to go to places, sometimes we used to ride as fast as we could and snatch a purse from a woman, only to return it on our way back. We used to have a jolly good time making friends and chatting with the roadside vendor who used to treat us to free boiled eggs very often. Sometimes I used to decide to go to Vasundhara Enclave and farther beyond the place and my poor old cycle would have to tag along, even though she was tired and out of gas. She used to have her revenge always though, I had a very hard and tiring time pulling her till there. I remember the one day when I was shit tired and had to look for a mechanic so that I could get the tires refilled with air. Oh man, was that bad or what! I was stuck at some place where there wasn’t a cycle mechanic for more than 3 kilometres on either side and I had to walk the all the way back to get my bike repaired. This was just one of the many instances of my adventures. There was this one time when I had tried to be Zorro. I had watched The Mask Of Zorro just before I left for tuition and I just had to leave my own symbol after my snatchings. Hence, my super fast brain thought of the perfect plan. I took a sheet of plain paper and cut it out very neatly into an ‘S’, the S stood for Sigmund since Sigmund had been born by that time but he wasn’t doing much stuff to get noticed, he used to be just a superhero that I dreamed off who could adjust to any situation and exhibit powers accordingly. So, I had my symbol, next was, how do we show it…well…again…after snatching I very skilfully threw the piece of paper towards my ‘victim’ so that he doesn’t know that I had thrown something...but little did I know, a wind was about to blow and alas…my little symbol floated away to some place far off. That was the last time I ever snatched anything though. I realised that I had become bored of it and also realised that I was in fact doing something very wrong. Yes, the people did look relieved when we came back at top speed and tossed there bag towards them. But it was still not something anybody would have liked. I am sure the reader will take me to be a certified retard after reading this and I am also sure that if you heard every little adventure that I can remember, you will actually have infinite thoughts in your head about me and the correctness in hanging out with me but I can assure you at least this much my friend. A lot of those adventured could be termed incorrect but all of them had taught me something or the other, I could at least form my own thoughts and ideas while I still had time to do it. They made me realise that I couldn’t do anything if I felt chained or forced. When I had to finally stop with these frivolities of mine, I realised that even the best things in life will not be with me always. You have to live with the memories, be happy that you have some happy memories and be upset when you have sad memories. It taught me, that there is a big difference between wanting to be alone and being independent but it is dangerously easy to get both of these mixed up and end up with nothing at all. I can tell you now that I have had a lot of experiences and I can hear people say that I am right. Yes, I will also tell you that I don’t like it when people always find me to be right but tell me my dear reader, isn’t that what all of us always want…don’t we always want to avoid every mistake and be right.
I have found no meaning in being with this system but I still give the people credit for being in it. I personally will never be a part of the system, it may sound absurd to you and it sounds scary to me. I’m not afraid of being scared, because that’s just another reason for me to walk on. I’ll have you know dear reader, that if you have even one true friend, then no matter what road you take, your friend will be at the parallel lane telling you to do what is right while the others tell you that you are wrong. If you have been unfortunate enough to not have such a friend, then I will be glad to oblige if you allowed me to.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
FLOP
So....as many of you may know that I used to have asthamatic problems in my childhood and for the past 6-7 years I haven't have had a hint of it at anytime whatsoever....
This in turn has resulted in me being very cocky about the ailment and as luck would have it....after 7 straight years of no problems I have now been struck by a bad cough which has resulted into me suffering from a temporary state of breathing trouble....i won't term this asthama though since I was barely able to move when I used to be attacked by the wretched disease....
The above now results into me not being able to attend(most probably) the first two days of college and missing out on some more days of fun which may or may not be something epic(I won't know...coz I am sitting at home with my lungs all jammed up...FLOP)...
Now u guys may all be thinking why i wrote this post....well...I just wanted to tell you that in case you have been regular to my blog....u can expect some regularity from my side now since I am once again what I call USELESS !!!! :D
PEACE OUT HOMBRES
This in turn has resulted in me being very cocky about the ailment and as luck would have it....after 7 straight years of no problems I have now been struck by a bad cough which has resulted into me suffering from a temporary state of breathing trouble....i won't term this asthama though since I was barely able to move when I used to be attacked by the wretched disease....
The above now results into me not being able to attend(most probably) the first two days of college and missing out on some more days of fun which may or may not be something epic(I won't know...coz I am sitting at home with my lungs all jammed up...FLOP)...
Now u guys may all be thinking why i wrote this post....well...I just wanted to tell you that in case you have been regular to my blog....u can expect some regularity from my side now since I am once again what I call USELESS !!!! :D
PEACE OUT HOMBRES
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