On the promise of eternity

There are no roads left to walk on,
no day left unwoken to.
Caged in the fire of a slow, dying light.

Fixed between a shuttling echo,
the crackling embers of your life.
A blunt knife piercing the passing days.

You are caught as the light in your photo,
fixed, with gazes impaled upon.
Not a sharpness, a streak in sight.

No reckless desire, no drive, no power,
molten with hurt and sigh and pain.
Lost in need, glittering in the dark.

Choked in stillness, in quiet refrain,
"remember when you were young".
Mystery marksman, never to die.

Poppadum, poppadum, po-ppa-dum

Poppadum, poppadum, po-ppa-dum,
Please bring our teachers back to school
We been languishing and anguishing for so long
And everybody is already down with flu

Poppadum, poppadum, po-ppa-dum,
Lure them and cure them of this jam
We stuck in the middle with a twiddle-thumbing Diddle
Saying "Later, agitator." What a sham!

The Night Perseus Tricked The Moon

I love staring at the night sky. If I had my way, I'd spend half a year at the North Pole doing nothing but staring at the heavens, night after night. Till then..

And thus this little celestial circular. Fellow night-sky lovers, do not forget to open your window tonight. Every year on the twelfth night of August, the earth enters the orbit of the comet Swift-Tuttle. A stream of the debris from the comet streaks our sky across the constellation Perseus. That's why this beautiful phenomenon is also called the Perseid meteor shower. The lunar shine usually gets in the way of seeing any meteor showers in their entirety, but the Perseid meteor shower is special. If you see the sky tonight between nine and eleven p.m. you will know why.

"Earthgrazers are meteors that approach from the horizon and skim the atmosphere overhead like a stone skipping across the surface of a pond," explains Cooke. "They are long, slow and colorful — among the most beautiful of meteors." He notes that an hour of watching may net only a few of these at most, but seeing even one can make the whole night worthwhile.

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Cigarette Girl

Hey there, hi
I seem to know you from long by
Your memories are like ashes
From my cigarette last night

Smoky, hazy, delicate
Like its flame that rustles, intimate
You slowly burned the night away
And glowed in darkness of my love

Smoke and fire
Nicotine desire

The Unbelievable Hattrick

What happens when the name of a place matters to you enough to make you want to dedicate seven months of your life to writing a paper on it? You are torn apart, ravaged by love for it, but you are happy.

Whenever Sonu, Sharan and I have reached the tipping point of beginning to research or write our previous papers, we have always had a blinding, extremely unsettling and frightful dilemma. It goes a bit like this:

Oh, my god.
Are we truly, madly, deeply insane?

What the hell are we doing?
Why the hell are we doing this?
How the hell are we doing this?

Why?!

***

In the end, it has always worked out, somehow, someway. We've been scratched, bruised, heavily bandaged - but we're still alive! This time we're probably throwing ourselves for more than we can possibly handle, and

"Christ, you know it ain't easy
You know how hard it can be
The way things are going
You're gonna crucify me!"

but hell, we're in. For good now, so

"She's got a ticket to ride
And she don't care!"

Because some day

"It's been a hard day's night
And I've been working like a dog.
It's been a hard day's night
I should be sleeping like a log!"

Behind Blue Tiles

Tom Petty - Freefaller
Elvis Presley - Bee-bap-loola
The Steve Miller Band - Joker
Aerosmith - Dude Looks Like A Lady
Beatles - Yellow Submarine, Help!, Can't Buy Me Love, I Want To Hold Your Hand, Come Together, Hey Jude
Low Millions - Eleanor
Lynnyrd Skynnyrd - the guitar solo at .36 and then again at 4.56 of Freebird
Matt Monro - Born Free
Bob Dylan - Tambourine Man

What is your favourite song to sing in the bathroom?

Shift+Del and a five second brain strike

"Cup-per!"
"What a perfect idiot."
"I mean.. come on!"
"Did you.. really.. do that?"
"That's pathetic. I mean really, pathetic."

And the classic,
"You're just really stupid."

I've been called so much and much more in praise. And many times, I've forcefully rebelled against any slurs on my mental abilities (despite knowing deep down that the only person I can never beat hollow in a test for Forgetfulness and Absentmindedness Quotient is myself). But today, I'm going to personally accept every scathing remark that Oscar Wilde, Jonathan Swift, Mark Twain and P. G. Wodehouse ever made on Forgetfulness and Absentmindedness. Gracefully.

What happens, I mean, what can happen when you have to shift the entire contents of your computer to another one? It's not very different from moving houses; you discover some incredible memories, really, really old, forgotten things tucked away in boxes and boxes locked with time. But if you have neurons that scatter like millions of ping-pong balls down the Niagara Falls, disappearing forever into the depths of uselessness whenever you are faced with a suspiciously simple task: Ctrl+A, Ctrl+X, Ctrl+V and then Ctrl+Del, you're very close to letting loose your bungee jumping cord.

Because if you're me, you'll copy the shortcuts and permanently delete the root directories, thinking they've already been copied.

And when Windows mocks you by popping a message on your screen saying, "I'm searching for your directory called 'Stuff'. And if you want to locate it yourself, be my guest. Or click Browse. Any which way, you're screwed, baby." You see Windows cruelly rotating a faux torch all around the message box, as if to tell you how hard it's trying. Yeah, you know you're screwed.

You feel shock dropping its anchors down deep inside you, when the entirety of what you've lost hits you. It's at these times when your heart doesn't seem to matter as an organ, because the full force of everything is taken by.. yes, your stomach. It just really, really hits you.

Then you listen to godforsaken, teenybopper songs like So Yesterday by Hilary Duff (yeah, I know) and feel worse when she sings, "I'm just a bird that's already flown away.."

This has happened to me before. I've lost data because I haven't made back-ups, and you'd think I learnt something. I thought I'd learnt something. Apparently, "At least not today, not today, not today.."

I've lost some really beautiful, heart-breaking, lovely things today. These two things helped me to a fair extent, and I'd like to share them with you. I'm positive you won't be as incredibly dense as me, but these will be helpful if your anchor drops too.

Recuva - helps recover (some) deleted files, even if they're not in the Recycle Bin any longer.
Xmarks - saves your internet bookmarks to an online profile.

Take care.