Monday, 9 November 2009 at 04:39 | 0 comments  
And now, for something completely different.

An Ode To My Love

oh you're so blindingly beautiful, I cannot look upon you
for I fear for my sanity, yet I cannot look away
how have you cast this spell upon me, enslaved me
what witchery floods your flesh to hold me in sway

how herculean your smallest finger, elegant yet perverse
that you dangle me so, dare I gainsay your slightest whim?
draw your razor nails across my face I beg of you
and the scars I will cherish to the very end of days

the flaming agony that burns me when you look away
stay near me this torture I cannot endure
every inch apart is a mile that drowns me deeper
smother me, breath on me ere I suffocate in ecstasy

a sigh from your luscious lips and I am tethered to the ground
to be the living tapestry that breaks your footfall
drop a single tear on me my queen, white hot and acid
to burn through my soul and ignite my suffering

if you were wrought in marble an altar I would build for you
crimson lips and rosy cheeks, from my veins the pigment drawn
gaze upon your form I shall until my withered heart stopped
tear it out I would if my unworthy claret could awaken you

make not eyes at him coquettishly o magnificent one
lest I lay his head at your feet with bleeding hands
threaten not to leave me o coy apple of my eye
a travesty be it for the slave to strangle his goddess
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Possible lyrics for Aural Discord's next composition.
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into liberation so it begins
screaming at life seen though gore covered eyes
stare past the end that stares you in the face
it beckons you at every step you take

love, hate, anger, victory and defeat
sweat, toil and hands you fought to take
lies for profit and friendships faked
culminates in a melting pot of suffering

hope and revel in happiness fleeting
heights you scaled will erode to nothingnes
you cannot deny your birth right
the shadow that haunts you even in darkness

hoarded luxuries slip thorugh crackling bones
beg a stranger's kindness to wet your parched lips
as you drift towards skythe wielding serenity
screaming in transit to your next stop, purgatory
and into confinement so it ends
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Tuesday, 1 September 2009 at 10:35 | 0 comments  
Intended to serve as lyrics for Aural Discord's first track.
Written while in office, at night, of course.

The Absence Of Innocence

self inflicted wounds, from beyond birth inherited pain
the generous are the first to go, pay with virtue for a hasty end
walk a road of yellow bricks slick with lost wayfarers' blood
trust your friend to stab your back unless you are the first with the blade

infant face reminds you of the grave
facades of deception make you a knave
sanctuary is burnt, no place to hide
see the smile edged with fangs vile

burn.. all shreds of good must die
flee.. but you won't save your life
scream.. no one will hear you cry
hope.. how do u see with no eyes?

burn....
flee..
scream...
there is no hope...

virtue is the shackle you will be hung by
merry fiends brawl for a dead hero's limbs
trodden bones of the righteous make sands for the blight
Elysian fields vanish to reveal a pit of agony
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Wednesday, 5 August 2009 at 11:05 | 0 comments  
Written on August 5th, 2009 while in the office. It's a poya day and I'm still at work at 11.30pm. The title was given to me by Pravin J. when he sent me a recorded guitar sample and asked me to write lyrics for it.

For this, I only had to search within.

The Blessed Dead Among Us

do u know why you're alive?
do know why you're living a lie?
everyday's but a clutching battle for
things that fuel your rancid mind

a foul sunrise and a day begins
but yesterday's misery hasn't ended
drag your feet to the slaughterhouse
earn hatred for selling shreds of life

won't the grim reaper come to release me
how I long for thee o sire of my love
there's no hope I know you will not save me
long ago did death take his own life

grit my teeth and bear the pain
sounds of wrath blast in my ears
how I hate you lovely people
see you die in my happy nightmare

who gives a fuck if my life is ended
my own hand that holds the blade
fill a coffin and a house empties
will the worms like me better than i?
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Saturday, 27 June 2009 at 23:43 | 0 comments  
Well, this is a little late. Even more so seeing as how I finished the game over a month ago. But never got down to writing about it. So here goes.

Well, you all know what a graphics hungry beast Crysis is. It truly was the Mt. Everest to my gaming rig. I was able to play at 1920*1200 res, with 2XAA and everything set to very high. The game was plenty playable, with sustained framerates above 30. But at the final level, (the boss battle on the carrier) the frames did slow down some.

I played on Hard difficulty, so needless to say I had to reload many, many times. The most memorable things I take away from the game are the levels inside the spaceship. From the gravity-less floating around to the crystal/icicle encrusted walls, from the ghostly aliens coming at you from every direction while you're trying to get your bearings rolling around in empty space, to the pulsing energy transfer line, it was one of the most beautiful and well though out environments in a game I've ever played. Although it was a tad funny how in some nooks and crannies inside the ship[ one could find human weapons with the right kind of ammo for it close by. :)

I felt the game ended a bit too suddenly, but then again by that time I guess the player's been through every kind of scenario the game had to offer. From tank battles to stealth missions and from flying an uber-cool aircraft to just plain run and gun carnage, the action was pretty much non-stop all the time.

To sum it up, just the Oohs and aahs I got from visitors to my place who got a chance to see how Crysis was meant to be played, made the big bucks I buried under my rig worthwhile. Now I look forward to continuing the carnage at the island in Prophet's shoes in Crysis:Warhead.
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Yesterday, after my lectures were done for the day, I called home from the campus. It was my mom who answered. After a lil chit chat, she tells me this tale, and I can sense that she's shaken and very upset.

She starts by telling me how two Muslim men were dragging a young cow past our home. I, not wanting to hear tales of animal suffering yell at her "why are you telling me this?".

And she goes on. Apparently the cow/calf was screaming her poor head off, not wanting to be dragged off to whatever doom she sensed was coming. My mom had heard her wails from far away and was on the lookout to see what the cause could be. And as the two men were passing our house, she called a passerby for help and went up to those two men to see if she could save the calf. She offered them money, begging them to leave the calf and name whatever amount they wanted. But alas, they refused to part with the calf, claiming that she wasn't being taken to be slaughtered, but rather to some "pooja" (ritual), despite all my mother's pleading.

A little by note to all you meat eaters who just must have beef or mutton or the flesh of some other beautiful and harmless creature (deers/porcupines/iguanas and even rabbits, how can you eat rabbits?) to call it a good meal. Put yourself in the creature's place once in a while and imagine how you'd feel if someone was dragging you off or chasing after you with a club to kill and eat you!

Even though my mom had to come back empty-handed and sad, I cannot begin to comprehend ho much courage she had in her to even attempt such a thing. Going after complete strangers to save a creature's life? Many's the time when I have watched (especially while in India) as a hapless creature was dragged, so very against its will, to what could only be its end. Yet I could never work up the courage to try to intervene, mostly for fear of being rebuked or being called plain crazy. And what was I supposed to do with the animal even if the butcher agreed to sell it to me? Now that I have a little money and am back in my homeland, maybe I could arrange something. But the question remains whether I would go ahead and do something like what my mother did.

This is merely one instance of my mother showing how strong and brave she can be, to no present audience mind you. Despite all our arguments, where might I be today if it weren't for her constant nagging and berating me to be a batter man?

I close, hoping that the calf was indeed being taken to only a ceremony and that she's alive and well.
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Thursday, 23 April 2009 at 04:44 | 1 comments  
Here are some pics of my brother's newborn son. Little people are so much better than the grown up versions, despite the poop.


He's just a bit over 2 months old now. I think he's gonna take after his uncle and be a metalhead. See how he's already playing air guitar?
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