Friday, October 2, 2009
Saturday, September 26, 2009
16 Tons by The Platter
Some people say a man is made outta mud
A poor man's made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's a-weak and a back that's strong
You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine
I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine
I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coa
lAnd the straw boss said "Well, a-bless my soul"
You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain
Fightin' and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
If you see me comin', better step aside
A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died
One fist of iron, the other of steel
If the right one don't a-get you
Then the left one will
You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
I love the line: I Owe My Soul To The Company Store. Working hard your entire lifetime and pouring your life into a task and "...what do you get,Another day older and deeper in debt..."
Why i like the lyrics are because they are reflective of the condition that the working class world over exists in.
I am a rebel. My soul rebels against the idea of treating one man better than the next, against the idea of lack -of food, of homes, of peace. As we all do superficially get accustomed to the hierarchy and the pitiful state of our world, deep down we are not okay with it. We are humans. Humanity makes us so. Far as we are from our hearts; somewhere, we all want to go back. We all want to go back to our childhoods where the possibility of a peaceful world was real and not just a hippie fantasy. We all cringe at the disfigured beggar, it isn't a sight we want to see. In our hearts, we want to see a happy, healthy man. Having moved so far off from our hearts, we think that we will find joy in our success and our rival's failure. We will not. We have just forgotten how much we truly love our neighbours and everyone around us. We do not have to try and love them, we already do-that is what made us human.
Life, as we know now, is just a process of realizing how beautiful we are. If better, then staying as beautiful as we always were.
Today's world is Wrong. It isn't right, this isn't how we are supposed to live. There is that One Beautiful Way-the way the world was originally supposed to be. I want that world to be a reality. Heaven? A heaven for all human beings to live in - the way each one chooses. I want to create that world into a reality.
A poor man's made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's a-weak and a back that's strong
You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine
I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine
I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coa
lAnd the straw boss said "Well, a-bless my soul"
You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain
Fightin' and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
If you see me comin', better step aside
A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died
One fist of iron, the other of steel
If the right one don't a-get you
Then the left one will
You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
I love the line: I Owe My Soul To The Company Store. Working hard your entire lifetime and pouring your life into a task and "...what do you get,Another day older and deeper in debt..."
Why i like the lyrics are because they are reflective of the condition that the working class world over exists in.
I am a rebel. My soul rebels against the idea of treating one man better than the next, against the idea of lack -of food, of homes, of peace. As we all do superficially get accustomed to the hierarchy and the pitiful state of our world, deep down we are not okay with it. We are humans. Humanity makes us so. Far as we are from our hearts; somewhere, we all want to go back. We all want to go back to our childhoods where the possibility of a peaceful world was real and not just a hippie fantasy. We all cringe at the disfigured beggar, it isn't a sight we want to see. In our hearts, we want to see a happy, healthy man. Having moved so far off from our hearts, we think that we will find joy in our success and our rival's failure. We will not. We have just forgotten how much we truly love our neighbours and everyone around us. We do not have to try and love them, we already do-that is what made us human.
Life, as we know now, is just a process of realizing how beautiful we are. If better, then staying as beautiful as we always were.
Today's world is Wrong. It isn't right, this isn't how we are supposed to live. There is that One Beautiful Way-the way the world was originally supposed to be. I want that world to be a reality. Heaven? A heaven for all human beings to live in - the way each one chooses. I want to create that world into a reality.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Machli Jal Ki Rani Hai
A Rude and Insulting English Translation of a Hindi Nursery Rhyme:
[see below for original text]
Silvery, shimmery queen of the lake;
Flipping its fin in your stupid face.
In water, it lives day and night;
Smaller her world than your moronic plight.
Touch me not, you blabbering bitch!
Says she, your ugliness makes her twitch.
To breathe the air that of mental molasses reeks;
My and her chances of sanity are bleak.
Original Hindi Text:
Machli Jal Ki Rani Hai,
Jivan Uska Paani Hai,
Haath Lagaaoge Toh Dar Jaayegi,
Baahar Nikaloge toh mar jayegi.
[Each line corresponds to two lines of the English text]
Literal Translation of Machli...
Fish is the Queen of the Ocean,
Her life is Water,
Touch her and she'll be afraid,
Take her out of water, and she'll die.
Okay, make do with this....I'm no translator! ;)
[see below for original text]
Silvery, shimmery queen of the lake;
Flipping its fin in your stupid face.
In water, it lives day and night;
Smaller her world than your moronic plight.
Touch me not, you blabbering bitch!
Says she, your ugliness makes her twitch.
To breathe the air that of mental molasses reeks;
My and her chances of sanity are bleak.
Original Hindi Text:
Machli Jal Ki Rani Hai,
Jivan Uska Paani Hai,
Haath Lagaaoge Toh Dar Jaayegi,
Baahar Nikaloge toh mar jayegi.
[Each line corresponds to two lines of the English text]
Literal Translation of Machli...
Fish is the Queen of the Ocean,
Her life is Water,
Touch her and she'll be afraid,
Take her out of water, and she'll die.
Okay, make do with this....I'm no translator! ;)
I abide not by rules
[yet, to be finished]
I abide not by rules that I know of,
But those I don't.
I with my flag of equality
Stand tall with my mother bent.
I with possession of my own body,
Let the bubble grow and burst:
Misforture of a body rent.
I, with command over this body,
Am a hungry beast for unwilling flesh.
I, living in a free world,
Am slave to multi-coloured adverts;
Caught in a Capitalistic mesh.
I, with liberty to cast my vote,
Discern each man as 'Evil'/'Evil' or both.
I with my freedom, am bound just as each man.
I with my heart, am tied just as each heart.
I abide not by rules that I know of,
But those I don't.
I with my flag of equality
Stand tall with my mother bent.
I with possession of my own body,
Let the bubble grow and burst:
Misforture of a body rent.
I, with command over this body,
Am a hungry beast for unwilling flesh.
I, living in a free world,
Am slave to multi-coloured adverts;
Caught in a Capitalistic mesh.
I, with liberty to cast my vote,
Discern each man as 'Evil'/'Evil' or both.
I with my freedom, am bound just as each man.
I with my heart, am tied just as each heart.
Just...
In the '60s one had The beatles singing "I wanna hold your hand.."
Today, we have 50 Cent singing 'I wanna get in your pants..'
The DG Questionnaire
Ten interview questions to the Deputy-General of Police, newly posted to the city
(as per the assignment set by a darling boring prof.):
(as per the assignment set by a darling boring prof.):
- Which is your favourite type of Bhutta?
- Do you really fantasize about your wife in a 'Corn stalk' outfit?
- How do you react to the popularity of popcorn over the real deal-corn?
- Why did the Egyptian King dream of seven stalks of corn?
- Do you like listening to 'Korn'?
- What was your first reaction when you learnt that your IInd standard class-partner ate your whole tiffin of boiled corn?
- When did you first kill for corn?
- How did my mother's corn-sabzi make you give up sex for 30 days?
- Did Mimoh Chakraborty's pissing on the bhutta affect your selection of masala seasoning?
- Why did you not mail your magazine pagination on 'Corn porn' to you Feature&Opinion professor?
The Coming World Part-I
[This is the first part of a series wherin I will muse, hope and wish about & for a New World. A World, which my guts tell me, is the Coming World.]
Why, at all, do we have fairy tales? Isn't it just completely unfair? When a beautiful child enters our world, we give it love and we take care of it, but we also feed her impression-less mind imaginary tales of Perfection in an obviously imperfect world.
Why, at all, even if in humour, do we play little jokes and pranks with (rather 'on') children? Foolishly, we corrode the natural trust and faith which blesses an innocent mind. A young mind is free, open, trusting and-most of all- loving.
Why not create an environment that fosters the retention [note: not 'development', 'retention'] of human character as it is-at the time of birth- perfectly as God Intends it to be.
A lovely place where Humanity blooms in hearts and minds. (Perhaps, the beginning of our new world from these pure individuals?)
Reading child-care books, hearing parental authorities talk, it is easy to note our attitude and approach to children. 'For the proper development of the child....So that the child grows up to be a better human being...etc'
It is presumptuous of us to think that young children need to be made into something, that their little hearts and minds aren't naturally perfect. After all, aren't babies the fastest learners? I, for one, tend to believe that if not the brain, but the rest of the little people comes in pretty good shape from high up above.
Why, at all, do we have fairy tales? Isn't it just completely unfair? When a beautiful child enters our world, we give it love and we take care of it, but we also feed her impression-less mind imaginary tales of Perfection in an obviously imperfect world.
Why, at all, even if in humour, do we play little jokes and pranks with (rather 'on') children? Foolishly, we corrode the natural trust and faith which blesses an innocent mind. A young mind is free, open, trusting and-most of all- loving.
Why not create an environment that fosters the retention [note: not 'development', 'retention'] of human character as it is-at the time of birth- perfectly as God Intends it to be.
A lovely place where Humanity blooms in hearts and minds. (Perhaps, the beginning of our new world from these pure individuals?)
Reading child-care books, hearing parental authorities talk, it is easy to note our attitude and approach to children. 'For the proper development of the child....So that the child grows up to be a better human being...etc'
It is presumptuous of us to think that young children need to be made into something, that their little hearts and minds aren't naturally perfect. After all, aren't babies the fastest learners? I, for one, tend to believe that if not the brain, but the rest of the little people comes in pretty good shape from high up above.
Monday, August 24, 2009
I Surrender Lord...
I Surrender Lord, Lord I Surrender Lord...
Oprah sand these lines on the Larry King Show. So stirring, these words are. As i sung these lines to myself while typing, i found my body gently swaying to its mellifluous lyrics.
As i find myself able to be frank here, presuming that no human shall ever read this; i would like to entertaining my ghost readers with stories of My God and me...
Today, My God is golu-molu and always wears Red. He is an All-Knowing, Super-Calm, Far-Sighted Genius! Last week, He took me to Ram Khand. Well, our entourage never really reached the actual spot, but at least, the edge. Good enough; considering that we hiked 9-10km uphill through little ponds and waterfalls, discovered an obscure but important fort of Shivaji's and went successfully where no civilized Mumbaikars have ever been before!!
It was mystical, it felt special; like a deserved entry into one of God's VIP farm-houses. Buffaloes bathing in muck, table-top tea fields thousands of metres up, the sweet flowing water in little water-falls, good-natured hearts and the aim of our trek; each contributed to the perfection of that moment.
5 and a half hours uphill and another 3 and a half down- it was perfect-exhausting of course, but perfect.
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