Life's a STRIP!

and Kyle & Kolmon prove it! ^^P
Just something that the 3 of us came up with when horribly bored.

Click on the image to see it more clearly. enjoy & thanks for sharing a part of our life :)

Tiger's Woofs of Wisdom - On Hugs

Blink

Blink blink blink blink blink.........

the world can pass by in a blink,
in a shotgun blast,
in a bomb going off,
in being run over,
in jumping off a cliff,

and life goes on... blink blink blink blink...

time and time again,
we walk down these very roads,
and time and time again,

time will always pass us by, but we will never forget eachother,

never let us slip away,
although this time, time must fly by,
we will always relive those days.

i sit here and remember,
all of the friends tht i've made,
i smile as i think of the laughter,
that made me forget the pain.

but we will never forget eachother,
never let us slip away,
although this time, time must fly,
we will relive those days.

i walk up n remember,
the very first time i got caught,
i trembled n i shuddered,
i was in a real tight spot.

i lounge around the campus,
i remember the first kiss,
i will always remember,
because tht was my first wish.

i remember the times we fought,
the times when we refused to talk,
sometimes i think of those times,
n it pushes 'nother nail in my heart.

and life goes on... blink blink blink blink...

Tiger's Woofs of Wisdom - On Life :)

Something that Tiger truly believes. You can never catch him taking life seriously... ever! :)

Tiger's Woofs of Wisdom

Tiger's my really smart pup. He's a boxer-lab mix & he's really really smart. In fact, he's decided to contribute to my blog with his little woofs of wisdom. This one's his first of many more to come :)

this was my baby :)

well if you wonder what i do @ work (when i did write concepts for games2win.com), have a look at this game. wrote the concept along with juneston. it's fun, the art came out great n 'scientist' did a great job on the programming :) hope u like it.
wrote everything from how it will function, the names of the jumps, gameplay features & all the text you see in it. went crazy when i was coming up with stuff, but it had to be capped 'in order to keep ethnic sentiments' in mind :P
the game's simple. simply type what appears in the grenades before the guy hits rock bottom. the dives get more complicated after each level. enjoy :)
P.S: If the sound gets too annoying, there is a MUTE button to the UPPER RIGHT CORNER. Click on it. :)

PaperView - Doodles of a Madman

An idle mind is my own workshop, the devil was kinda ticked off but he does make a bad tenant :P
Drew these out of idleness, anger, frustration, epiphany etc. (not necessarily in that order) :) hope you like em.

It's a circle, a vicious circle.

"I didn't do it... I swear."

Speak now or forever hold your peace.
(This one was drawn on a piece of tissue. Desperate times these.)

Coming together.

Throwing it all away...

tickticktickBOOM

o-oh!

Suicide?

Absolute freedom is hell?

Holey! (?)

Split Personality

A character i created. Say hello balle balle to Ab-Surd! :)

err... the machine v/s us.

sleep. dream... wake up. deliver...

safe?

2 angels right there! Can u spot 'em? :P

that's one right there behind me :) & the other one is the one that we're cruising on. hey hey hey, it might be a little cheesy but i guess love kinda does that to you. it puts you in a dreamy world where you can touch clouds as they pass by & pigs fly :P
credits to Vilsen who took this picture the following morning after our overnight at manori.

The Conspicous Baker or True Food Lover! LOL

The guy who created this one sure does have a real sick sense of humor. :P
Saw this at my aunt's place who till i pointed it out to her didn't quite see her 'cute' little baker boy that 'hung' around in her kitchen in the same way as i did.
From the looks of it, this guy either died with a stiffy on or is a real food 'lover'! Any which ways, this never fails to crack me up :D
Current Status - Out of my aunt's kitchen n into some suitcase. Hopefully, i get a hold of it soon. :)

"Maybe he's just happy to see you :D"

A Closer Look at the 'Food Loving Baker'. Notice the look of total bliss on his face :P

Snapshots from my life.

i tried capturing time, just a few seconds to cherish.
i might have failed in holding it in the palm of my hands,
as i watched it slip by like sand between my fingers,
but i did manage to seize a few memories, of sunlit skies & shadowed trees,
of heaven-kissed smiles & a little beauty in the breeze

Here are a few...

She knows that i am trapped, she seeks to set me free. She's looking for salvation, in her arms lies the key. Lonavla 2007

The road keeps calling me. And i answer every time. Road trip to Goa 2007

Sailing in the same boat.... as always. Manori 2006

Mysterious Steps in the middle of nowhere. Lonavla 2007

In the wind, the sweet music that they make as they dance to the beat of the heavens. Lonavla 2007

Lonely Rays of Sunlight. Falling through the window. Desperately trying to touch someone. Lonavla 2007

Afternoon's at Bandstand. Summer of 2005

She stands by me, looking over my shoulder. Keeps me from falling. Lonavla 2007.

i call this - work :D

one fine morning in the middle of discussing a concept...That's us. We're bad.... real bad. Especially Juneston, but guess he's kinda bad in everything he does :P

this was during the first few months at work. the chimp u see in the clip is the games2win mascot - chimpu. Varun n i decided to have some fun one day (as usual) n this clip was born. lemme know if u guys would like to see some more videos of featuring us 'work' :)

Tigers Nest - Where you meet the heavens

Believe it or not. This place really exists. Hopefully, my retirement plan includes this beautiful monastery located somewhere in Burma.

The human spirit

She cruises on the dark chunky mass of road at around 70kmph. She's smooth alright, I have to literally get myself off my seat in order to hear her hum the loveliest of songs. I watch as life passes me by, 6 inches below my feet, streaks, moving along, in one direction. And it gets me thinking... thats us. Those little dots on the road. Tiny pieces. All inked together somehow. We're all human. Aren't we? Are we?

These are a few conclusions that I have drawn over the past few years, brought about by my insolent stubbornness, radical ideas (which have peeved & on rarer occasions, amused my friends & family) & a lot of dimwitted self talking & what i like to call 'personal blabbles' that i've had with God. Yes, I do talk to Him, cause He's the only one who acknowledges my madness blindly.
Anyways, coming back to my own conclusions, i have incurred the following:
1. The Human Spirit is blind.
2. The Human Spirit belongs to no particular religion.
3. The Human Spirit does not rationalize.
4. The Human Spirit cannot obey the laws of the land.
5. The Human Spirit cannot be bound, physically or mentally.

It is BLIND because it does not see colour or beauty. Neither does it see or acknowledge gender or fear. It simply refuses to discriminate.
It belongs to NO RELIGION because it simply refuses to be bound.
It does not RATIONALIZE because people often do really stupid things in order to save someone or help them in need, often putting their own safety at risk.
It cannot BE BOUND & thus does NOT OBEY ANY LAW. Come on... try stopping the human spirit. It will just keep going.... an admirable trait.

To end with, this is a song i heard just a few days ago. Worth a listen. The Human Spirit... kick-start it in you... today!

the song that is changing my life right now...

The Who - Reign on me

Get this one. You'll never regret it. Awesome to sing when your in a car, alone or with a friend. Or on a bike, with the earth moving six inches beneath your feet. If your lonely, if your in love, if your out of love, if your depressed, if your on a high... if your on the top of a mountain or at the bottom of a river.... this song crosses all boundaries of time space & spirit. Heard it in a movie called 'Reign on me' starring Adam Sandler. It's tragic, it made me think. It made me love this song.


Posting the lyrics & the video. Hope you guys like it.

Only love
Can make it rain
The way the beach is kissed by the sea
Only love
Can make it rain
Like the sweat of lovers
Laying in the fields.

Love, Reign o'er me
Love, Reign o'er me, rain on me

Only love
Can bring the rain
That makes you yearn to the sky
Only love
Can bring the rain
That falls like tears from on high

Love Reign O'er me

On the dry and dusty road
The nights we spend apart alone
I need to get back home to cool cool rain
I can't sleep and I lay and I think
The night is hot and black as ink
Oh God, I need a drink of cool cool rain

Till death bring us together...

A friend's dad passed on today. I got the message from another friend who in turn got it from another.I rushed to his house at about 10.30 p.m. after work, saw him standing at the door staring at his dad who appeared peaceful in the hall. friends & relatives surrounded him in his moment of sorrow.

I was there, so were a couple of our other friends. Some whom i had really met after ages. And in that moment filled with sorrow, despair & grief... i saw hope rise up. Like a pillar shooting straight out from the earth, it stood alone, graceful & serene. We shall all mourn our friend's father's passing. But till we have each other, till we stand beside each other, tall & ever supportive, nothing, not even death can take us apart.

Battle of the Indian Bands

The Indian metal scene has evolved. It has had it's share of ups & downs (mostly downs) with bands making & breaking it. Have always been a fan of the great Indian Rock phenomenon, hence the battle of the bands. Most of em are my favorites, u can add a few if u want.

For long i've seen & heard metal heads come out in defense of their bands, swearing, shouting, raising their voices & at times their fists. Well it's about time we decide this shit. Go ahead... VOTE!

Add entries, just in case i've missed a few. U can email em to me along with pictures.

Ciao.
Sod off. Rock On.

i cannot... i refuse

i dont wear a mask i do not like to hide my darkness does not overshadow what i really am so i cannot change i refuse to walk a differrent road no matter what i cannot adapt i cannot be someone else i cannot leave myself behind in the sand nor can i speak of change. i am myself and i do not regret my reflection i am myself and my tongue does not roll in different ways i am myself and my eyes do not see wither i am myself, my shadow still remains mine... it did never happen, this truth that you claim, different worlds and different people, running away from so many things, peace in bottles broken sought, peace in a heaven of repentance bought, the air you buy is borrowed, the soil you till is stained with blood, i cannot be someone else, because there are things that i will not do, no matter what they nail me to, i cannot leave myself behind, salvation is never near, i cannot change, my shadow is mine, myself i remain... i cannot.... i refuse... to change

The need for crazy people.

Something that I had written a long time ago. Thought it should resurface :)

(May 23rd 2006)
something stirred me up today, it dug up a
feeling that i hav not felt in MONTHS! i was numbed down, docile,
being pushed into line with the system. then today i attended a
wedding with my dad. One of his long time buddies was finally tying the knot. a hindu wedding, so
there's no song and dance as such. just add lotsa ppl, chaos and pure
joy to the occasion n thts just it. while at this wedding i happened
to meet many of his friends. his tuff to the bone, cop friends and his
sweet talking 'family' type friends. both were pleasant and nice to
meet, well mannered and very jovial people. the hardships of life
never once showing up on their faces for fear of passing it on and
spreading an epidemic. just so u know, they work closely with my dad
on the on-going development work in parel. its been on since the last
13 years now.... my dad faces some real staunch opposition from his own
community, the east-indians of parel bhoiwada. they even tried to
excommunicate us on these grounds. all my dad wants is that these
people move out of their old broken homes and move into new one's that
will be constructed in their place. But no! they shall have none of
it. the latest news that we received is that there is a 'supari' (a
hit) taken out for him. i was there when he got the news. i listened
with wide eyes and fists clenched. i still shudder while i write this.
but when i saw him...he was smiling. not a grin, not a guffaw, just
a smile. one and only one thing passed through my mind at that
instant..... he was 'crazy'. he just had to be.

i decided to confront him, ask him if it was worth it, if he cared
about us, about his family, about himself. i did...and what he told me
has changed me forever. he said,"yes, im crazy!" he said it in hindi
and in marathi. thats all he said. he smiled and i was silenced.

later on during the afternoon his friends asked him if he wanted me to
take up after him, "in the same line" they said. he said nothing, he
just looked at me and said nothing. and in those 3 or 5 seconds he
said more than what a million bible's can hold. and after that he
smiled once again. i think he smiled because he knew my decision. he
knew that i loved the people close to me very much, he knew that i
would draw blood, mine or someone else's for these people that i hold
dear.he knew that i would never do anything remotely possible to hurt
them in any way. he also knew.... that i was crazy.

crazy like him. there is a fine line between bravado and madness.
heroes are many a times madmen in shining armor. i learned this from
him. this madness he said drives them to do things that many men fear.
it makes them move mountains, makes them turn rivers into blood, makes
them die for what they believe in. he told me of the hundreds of
families that have gone to transit camp far away almost 13 years ago.
some as far as mulund. all in the hope that when they return, they
will have better houses, a better foundations for their children's
dreams. he told me about the numerous people who died waiting for this
dream of theirs to come true. they died feeling cheated. but not once
did they blame my father. and this is what hurts him the most. he
feels he has betrayed these people. he cant sleep at night because
these people talk to him, wail and cry. his own mother, died in a hope
that he knew was almost lost. she made him promise her that he will
never give up his cause. and that is why till this day he strives.
he's crazy. he's crazy about his family. he wants to see us in a house
that wo'nt turn into our graves on a rainy day. he crazy about his
friends, many who he has not met in years. he's crazy about their
families. he's crazy about people he dose'nt even know, he wants them
to come up in life. yes my dad is crazy. and i write this with tears
in my eyes, hope in my heart and a prayer on my finger tips... that i
can one day be as crazy as him. i love you dad.
regards,
clyde.
kylo n i alway say this, that we can never be as great as our fathers.
no matter what, no matter how much we try. there is some truth in
this. but kylo, our fathers have taught us this.... the ones holding
the ladder are far greater than the ones that climb it....fin.

we know now....

who controls us? is it our thoughts, our conscience that is always behind everything we do? or are we compelled to act in a certain way, or worse, we unconsciously follow every command made by a controlling force that we cannot identify. have u ever stopped & wondered why you do certain things that you do? like get in line when someone shouts the order out or think only when told to. are we conditioned to follow? just like our superiors who blurt out orders that were handed down to them by their superiors... as they were conditioned to follow. and for those who do not follow, lay waiting names & labels that society has created. society is nothing but you & me. it is us. 'we'. we call them rebels, revolutionaries, anti-social, criminals, weirdos... the list goes on... and so shall we. call us your names. persecute us. throw us out. unleash the laws made to profit you on us. beat us, blacken our faces or burn us to the ground. every time that we fall, we shall rise again. stronger than before. each time, we will last longer than before, you cannot stop the inevitable, you cannot stop change. just like you cannot stop time. there will be change. there will be a revolution, the corruption will end & the system shall fall. for we know... who controls us.

leaving...

the river runs dry, just like my eyes, i'm tired of crying, why do you always leave me, alone sitting by the fire, waiting for you to come back, to turn around and come back, to look around, please come back.
you always leave me, when i need you the most, when i'm down in the dirt and my sweat turns to dust, when i have fallen so many times that it just refuses to hurt, when the skies are so dark that the stars begin to bleed in blood of black.
when i'm all alone in a world so far away from you.
i'm cold, just like a window basking in the sunlight, alone, cold...

the sands flow through my wheels like hope through paper skin, she shines in the sun, black, with a dark light of her own, the wind chalks out its wayward poetry in its dancing speckles of dust, a poetry that i can feel and taste, i hold her as she glides on a path tread by many, i calm her down because she knows it's hers alone.. she sits poised with grace, dancing with the stillness of time, demure, under the night sky she burns in the moonlight, i look into her eyes and see the stars play with her in her song, she sets me free, angel, with wings on both sides, come... fly away with me.

an ode to my friends...

what's left with tomorrow, when all your hope is lost in today.
well look to the horizon little one,
that dying sunset will only bring you new friends.

an ode to my friends...

you are my pillars of salt,
you are my sunset skies,
my waning morning winds,
my wholesum friday dying.

my messengers of hope,
my doves of peace,
my words when i cant find none,
my friends, and an ode is not enough....
i must in every breath breathe a word of thanks,
and do so till time itself does end.
for without you, there was none and none shall ever be,
many thanks now, and many more to follow...till eternity.

thank you.

sorry i'm late

i'm late.
the story of my life.
every time i decide to get something done, time steps in and takes a nice long wizz all over my plans. this happens so often that i wonder if time is really an old man afflicted with a bladder so weak that it hangs by a string.
my friends, family and a few strangers that would bother to take time out to pass judgement, all know about my continuous conflict with time. they carefully jot down the many instances where time has stood victorious over my beaten down body relieving himself on occasion.
"wear a watch for heaven's sake!" they scream and drooble on. Why? I don't see the need to be time's door mat. I'm quite happy being his diaper thank you.
sigh... the story of my life....
i'm late.