tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371133252024-03-14T04:40:46.321+05:30The Open WindowBhargav Rajkhowahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04162984697574311467noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37113325.post-71806170635481593352015-04-30T22:32:00.001+05:302015-04-30T22:38:12.465+05:30I Guess I Should Write<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I probably should starting again. Just about things I've seen and learnt over the past couple of years. It's a good release and it'll be a nice outlet to put some thoughts into paper. Now if only I had a penny for my thoughts.. :D</div>
Bhargav Rajkhowahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04162984697574311467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37113325.post-40205151997751142752013-07-14T14:26:00.003+05:302013-07-14T14:26:59.708+05:30Its Been Awhile<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">It's been awhile </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">Since I could </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">Hold my head up high </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">And it's been awhile </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">Since I first saw you </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">And it's been awhile </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">Since I could stand </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">On my own two feet again </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">And it's been awhile </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">Since I could call you </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">And all the things I can't remember </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">As ****ed up as it all may seem </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">The consequences that are rendered </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">I stretch myself beyond my means </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">And it's been awhile </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">Since I could say </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">That I wasn't addicted </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">It's been awhile </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">Since I could say </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">I loved myself as well </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">And it's been awhile </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">Since I've gone and </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">****ed things up </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">Just like I always do </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">And it's been awhile </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">But all that **** </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">Seems to disappear </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">When I'm with you </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">And everything I can remember </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">As ****ed up as it all may seem </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">The consequences that I've rendered </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">Have gone and ****ed things up again </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">Why must I feel this way? </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">Just make this go away </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">Just one more peaceful day </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">It's been awhile </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">Since I couldn't </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">Look at myself straight </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">And it's been awhile </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">Since I said, "I'm sorry" </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">And it's been awhile </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">Since I've seen the way </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">The candles light your face </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">And it's been awhile </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">But I can still remember </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">Just the way you taste </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">And everything I can remember </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">As ****ed up </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">As it all may seem to be </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">I know it's me </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">I cannot blame this on my father </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">He did the best he could for me </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">It's been awhile </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">Since I couldn't </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">Hold my head up high </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">And it's been awhile </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">Since I said, "I'm sorry" </span>
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Bhargav Rajkhowahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04162984697574311467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37113325.post-74434875680186605452012-11-29T17:29:00.000+05:302012-11-29T17:29:27.421+05:30Kenny Rogers - The Gambler<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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On a warm summer's evenin' on a train bound for nowhere,<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />I met up with the gambler; we were both too tired to sleep.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />So we took turns a starin' out the window at the darkness<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />'Til boredom overtook us, and he began to speak.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />He said, "Son, I've made my life out of readin' people's faces,<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />And knowin' what their cards were by the way they held their eyes.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />So if you don't mind my sayin', I can see you're out of aces.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />For a taste of your whiskey I'll give you some advice."<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />And the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Said, "If you're gonna play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em,<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Know when to walk away and know when to run.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />You never count your money when you're sittin' at the table.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />There'll be time enough for countin' when the dealin's done.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />"Now Ev'ry gambler knows that the secret to survivin'<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Is knowin' what to throw away and knowing what to keep.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />'Cause ev'ry hand's a winner and ev'ry hand's a loser,<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep."<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />So when he'd finished speakin', he turned back towards the window,<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Crushed out his cigarette and faded off to sleep.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />And somewhere in the darkness the gambler, he broke even.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em,<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Know when to walk away and know when to run.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />You never count your money when you're sittin' at the table.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />There'll be time enough for countin' when the dealin's done.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /></div>
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Bhargav Rajkhowahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04162984697574311467noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37113325.post-37227429433876340752012-11-14T14:20:00.005+05:302012-11-14T14:24:49.843+05:30Born Free<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: inherit; text-align: -webkit-center;">Born free, as free as the wind blows </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; text-align: -webkit-center;">As free as the grass grows </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; text-align: -webkit-center;">Born free to follow your heart </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; text-align: -webkit-center;">Live free, and beauty surrounds you </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; text-align: -webkit-center;">The world still astounds you </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; text-align: -webkit-center;">Each time you look at a star </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; text-align: -webkit-center;">Stay free, where no walls divide you </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; text-align: -webkit-center;">You're free as a roaring tide </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; text-align: -webkit-center;">So there's no need to hide </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; text-align: -webkit-center;">Born free, and life is worth living </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; text-align: -webkit-center;">But only worth living </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="text-align: -webkit-center;">Cause you're born free</span><span style="text-align: -webkit-center;"> </span><span style="text-align: -webkit-center;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; text-align: -webkit-center;"> </span></div>
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Bhargav Rajkhowahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04162984697574311467noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37113325.post-39394824845195901472012-10-25T10:35:00.001+05:302012-10-25T10:37:15.867+05:30 Stone Sour - Imperfect<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Some things are better off forgotten<br />
We bury them in places that we really only visit by ourselves<br />
Oh you were a version like no other<br />
Oh they never tell you what to do when all you see is gone<br />
What's the sense in anything when what they say is wrong?<br />
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Oh what do you want to hear?<br />
Do you know how many times<br />
I tore myself apart cuz you're not here?<br />
Oh why do you want to know?<br />
Does it make you feel alive?<br />
I had to die to finally let you go<br />
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Stop me... I find myself believing<br />
A story gets rewritten so a blasphemy's permitted once again<br />
Oh and you were so perfectly imperfect<br />
Oh they never tell you what to do when all you have are lies<br />
What's the sense in anything? It's just one more goodbye<br />
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Oh what do you want to hear?<br />
Do you know how many times<br />
I tore myself apart cuz you're not here?<br />
Oh why do you want to know?<br />
Does it make you feel alive?<br />
I had to die to finally let you go<br />
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Oh what do you want to hear?<br />
Do you know how many times<br />
I tore myself apart cuz you're not here?<br />
Oh why do you want to know?<br />
Does it make you feel alive?<br />
I had to die to finally let you go</div>
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Bhargav Rajkhowahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04162984697574311467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37113325.post-32847604926921046092009-09-19T11:20:00.005+05:302009-09-19T11:25:49.399+05:30Live Forever<div align="center"></div><div align="center">Maybe, I don't really want to know<br />How your garden grows<br />'Coz I just want to fly </div><div align="center">Lately, did you ever feel the pain<br />In the morning rain<br />As it soaks you to the bone<br /><br />Maybe I just want to fly<br />I want to live I don't want to die<br />Maybe I just want to breath<br />Maybe I just don't believe<br />Maybe you're the same as me<br />We see things they'll never see<br />You and I are gonna live forever<br /><br />Maybe, I don't really want to know<br />How your garden grows<br />'Coz I just want to fly</div><div align="center">Lately, did you ever feel the pain<br />In the morning rain<br />As it soaks you to the bone<br /><br />Maybe I will never be<br />All the things that I want to be<br />But now is not the time to cry<br />Now's the time to find out why<br />I think you're the same as me<br />We see things they'll never see<br />You and I are gonna live forever<br />We're gonna live forever<br />Gonna live forever<br />Live forever<br />Forever</div>Bhargav Rajkhowahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04162984697574311467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37113325.post-6996531022218899282007-07-12T02:11:00.000+05:302007-07-12T03:00:44.486+05:30People Management, Kiran Desai & John Petrucci???<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hey, next time you want someone to do something for you, show 'em whats in it for them. 'Coz, quite frankly, if they don't stand to gain something from it, its highly unlikely that they'll bother, unless of course, they're fucking stupid!!!!! Use this wherever you can, it'll make life and people a lot easier for you. And go read The Inheritance Of Loss. Kiran Desai is a terrific, terrific writer. The characters in that book are some of the best that i've ever come across. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This blog shall be deleted soon, 'coz guitaring is all i care about right now. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">And if you are into guitaring, watch this video of Mr.John Petrucci playing Glasgow kiss, this guy's technique is the best man, the best.</span><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TCypSGX1JmE" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed>Bhargav Rajkhowahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04162984697574311467noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37113325.post-2019852429728418082007-06-15T08:24:00.000+05:302008-12-13T11:09:24.030+05:30The Silver Lining<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwk6HPJV15v5A_Kv-5v483OByxfh51RUhVtyOMGy0l-kRWAiI1O8zh3xISiJUU9m6z2nV2M1FK0XPtp-Yrw8oos7dnZ3HDZNdt9UQGShcQq6b3jeKpB5c-yPvACisQ35wvzcuz/s1600-h/ATYAAAAaQHc2jkF9m3rHylfPpD-geumrjhgqk72xiDoEL7u23mDyNwWWco3uOIHwhSYku32mcAYutCeiBGqs8LsPZozDAJtU9VA9cixbMP6chV3H6KMX98MpxXG1Rw.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076057566781558722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" height="400" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwk6HPJV15v5A_Kv-5v483OByxfh51RUhVtyOMGy0l-kRWAiI1O8zh3xISiJUU9m6z2nV2M1FK0XPtp-Yrw8oos7dnZ3HDZNdt9UQGShcQq6b3jeKpB5c-yPvACisQ35wvzcuz/s400/ATYAAAAaQHc2jkF9m3rHylfPpD-geumrjhgqk72xiDoEL7u23mDyNwWWco3uOIHwhSYku32mcAYutCeiBGqs8LsPZozDAJtU9VA9cixbMP6chV3H6KMX98MpxXG1Rw.jpg" width="229" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My guitar. Ibanez RG 270DX. I've been playing it all week for like 8 hrs daily. In addition, its also the only thing that i am actually a little good at. So ya, it does deserve a mention taking into account the aforementioned line & the fact that i keep playing it like, all the time. Besides, guitar's what folks in college always associate me with. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Really cant figure out why i love playing it so much though. But once i do start playing, just cant stop. Guess its something which comes naturally. Strange thing, this music is. But beautiful too. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Every dark cloud has a silver lining they say, looks like i've found mine.</span>Bhargav Rajkhowahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04162984697574311467noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37113325.post-11481928686284747532007-06-13T01:02:00.000+05:302007-06-13T02:12:44.224+05:30My First Fortune Cookie<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Got my first fortune cookie today. Here's what it says ::</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663300;"><strong><em>For Better Luck, wait until winter.</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Better luck eh?? Well, for starters, I'm not much of a believer in luck anyways. 'Coz for the major part of my life, luck really hasn't played a pivotal role in it as such. The leitmotif of my 19 years of existence has generally been :: As you sow, so you reap. Been getting what I've deserved on almost all occasions. There is the occasional godsend when I'd least be expecting it but, as always, nullified courtesy some misfortune at the most inopportune moment. Both, "good luck" & "bad luck" are perpetually in sync with each other, consistently crossing each other out. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The Chinese are smart people yes, but paying heed to those 6 words wont assist me much with whats to come till winter, be it good, bad or ugly. And, in truth, my "luck" graph has shown quite an ascension in the past 2 weeks. If its to get better with the arrival of winter, life, is good. :D</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But wait a minute!!! Mumbai doesn't have much of a winter!!!(2 weeks at most).....Now how encouraging is that??!!....damned cookie.... :(</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Anyone of you guys got one of these???...what did it say??? </span>Bhargav Rajkhowahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04162984697574311467noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37113325.post-1902373399971719242007-06-05T03:55:00.000+05:302007-06-12T03:01:58.426+05:30Insomnia<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></blockquote><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">Sleepless i lie</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">As the energy it courses, </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">through my every vein</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;">Bloodshot are my eyes </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;">As i sleepwalk all day</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;">aaaa</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;">The Sandman he comes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;">But never to my room</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;">Content instead, t</span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;">o let me rot </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;">In the dark night's gloom</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;">ssss</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;">Tossing and turning</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;">The numbers i count</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;">Only but to loose </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;">As i find there's no way out</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div>Bhargav Rajkhowahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04162984697574311467noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37113325.post-5588045844744604272007-06-01T18:57:00.000+05:302007-06-01T19:01:43.453+05:30Wanna Catch Man-eater??? Use Cellphone<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Read about this in The Times Of India a couple o days back. Couldn't help but smile. </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It Happens only in India they say, so true.........</span><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663300;"></span></em></strong><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#663300;"><strong><em>A ringtone to catch a man-eater ::</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Forest officials in Samba village in the Mahuva taluka of Surat district, who were trying to catch a leopard that had killed a boy from the village on Friday, used a mobile phone with a ringtone that sounded like a rooster to lure the beast into a trap.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The ringtone was a backup just in case the petrified live rooster in the trap decided to clamp up.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The technique was simple. When the officials in pursuit of their elusive killer were sure that the leopard was in the vicinity of the trap, they dialled the 'bait' phone and kept their fingers crossed, hoping that the sound of the rooster would persuade the leopard to head towards the cage.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">If this sounds like a hare-brained scheme, it's time for a rethink - officials were successful not so long ago in trapping a man-eating leopard by using this technique in a nearby village. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Three months ago when farmers sighted a leopard in the sugarcane fields in Kathia village, forest officials decided to capture and release the animal somewhere near Ukai. But it turned to be a Herculean task as the chicken refused to squawk for hours and the leopard stayed away.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"It was then that a funny idea struck me. I have a mobile ring tone that sounds like a rooster's cry. I placed my cell inside the cage along with the live rooster and between midnight to 4am when the chances of a leopard coming out for its kill are high, we started calling my cell from another cellphone. To our surprise the trick worked and the leopard fell into the trap," said forest officer Satish Purohit.</span><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#663300;">Moral Of The Story ::</span><br /></em></strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Don't hesitate to try out ideas that seem stupid at first. 'Coz sometimes, they just might work!!!!..... <strong>:</strong>D</span>Bhargav Rajkhowahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04162984697574311467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37113325.post-14482115723448083222007-05-20T00:37:00.000+05:302007-05-29T20:15:38.967+05:30Boredom<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Yes, boredom. No matter how hard one tries, there seems to be no escape from it. Standing in lines, studying for that one mundane subject, there seems to no end to the no of boring things one has to do everyday. But the boredom that I've written about in my previous posts doesn't belong in the aforementioned. Its the type that people suffer from when they're let go, when they're set free, and given complete responsibility for their time and actions. Within a week or less, you'll hear that oft repeated phrase "Man, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">i'm</span> so bored!!!!!! There's nothing to do". (A phrase which, i too can be accused of using, tho, at a frequency far lesser than the majority). They'll sit around all day doing nothing and simply ponder over the question "What do i do now??". A question, to which they find no answer or are too lazy to even try finding one and are content with allowing themselves to rot. Thing is, i find this to be both dangerous and a crime. Lucky for us they don't jail us for it. And the danger?? Try - "An idle mind is the devil's workshop??" How true that is....</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">You may call me blunt, but like it or not, i do have a point here. How do you overcome this illness?? That's for you to figure. Can't help you there. Although, if y'all know me, you may have noticed that i have made some progress in this direction, and found things to keep myself busy with. So maybe i can. But lets leave that for later.</span>Bhargav Rajkhowahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04162984697574311467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37113325.post-3234195539331797502007-05-15T01:56:00.000+05:302007-05-15T02:03:12.081+05:30Take Time..........<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Take time for work, it is the price of success.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Take time to think, it is the source of power.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Take time to play, it is the secret of youth.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Take time to read, it is the fountain of wisdom.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Take time to be friendly, it is the road to happiness.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Take time to dream, it's hitching your wagon to a star.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Take time to love, it is the highest joy of life.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Take time to laugh, it is the music of the soul.</span>Bhargav Rajkhowahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04162984697574311467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37113325.post-79465422494212325412007-05-11T12:33:00.001+05:302007-05-12T10:53:55.259+05:30Love & Mercy - Michka Assayas<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Some morning, a handful of people board a commuter train, carrying bags filled with charge, all stuffed with bolts and nails. I am refusing to analyze it. Try putting yourself inside the head of a madman, and pretty soon you'll find yourself feeling like one too. Moreover, that is exactly the aim of those delirious political and religious sects: carrying the world into a collective madness at the end of which, of course, truth will prevail, a truth that only its followers detain.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">In a magazine called Courier International, i have just read about the story of Zarema, a twenty-three-year-old from Chechnya. Armed with an explosive belt, she renounced, just at the last minute, to smash herself to pieces in a pub in Moscow, and turned herself in to the police. A Russian journalist got the opportunity to interview her in her cell. There she told him her appalling life story. Her mother abandons her while she is a ten-month-old baby. Then her father gets murdered on a building site in Siberia. It doesn't sound like a great start in life. It isn't. Raised by her grandparents, she is forced into marrying "according to our old customs", as she puts it, some local dealer. Pretty soon, the man gets shot by a competing gang. At that time, she is expecting his baby. For want of money, she is not able to raise her baby daughter by herself. So out of hand the husband's clan places the baby in another family. Zarema is accordingly parted from her child and sent back to her grandparents' place. They live at the far end of the country. There, she goes out of her mind with grief. So what does she do? She robs the family jewels, which she proceeds to sell to the market, so as to board a plane and to abduct her daughter. But her aunts recapture her just as she is about to do that. They humiliate her and strike her repeatedly, because she has become the disgrace of the family.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">So Zarema sees only one solution. To become at last a "decent person"--I'm quoting her words here--she thinks she has to sacrifice herself for Allah and Jihad, so her shame gets washed away and her debt paid off, since the rebels give away a thousand dollars to a martyr's family. At the rebels' hideout, she encounters other suicide applicants. One of them, a nineteen-year-old girl, blows herself up during an open-air rock concert in Moscow: fourteen dead. Zarema sees the bodies on television. Something clicks in her head. Above all, she feels compassion for the young girl who died in the operation, the one whom she saw everyday---her companion. "She is the one that i pitied the most", she says. So her eyes open and she gives up the madness. You can say a kind of miracle happened....</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Love and mercy: those words do not only make sense for the survivors. In order to fight effectively against the terrorist insanity, perhaps they're more than the infiltration of cells, the shelling of villages and the so-called war on terror. Because the nature of that terror is moral and religious as much as it is political, the answer sometimes has to be of the same nature. In one case, love and mercy simply worked...................</span>Bhargav Rajkhowahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04162984697574311467noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37113325.post-29499555496651211182007-04-29T20:10:00.000+05:302007-04-29T20:14:31.770+05:30Hilarious!!!!!!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">You'll dig this vid, especially if your familiar with the characters.<br /><br /></span><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RqvFOEtLgQ8" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed>Bhargav Rajkhowahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04162984697574311467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37113325.post-9664639145806018752007-04-27T02:01:00.000+05:302007-06-18T01:33:06.729+05:30Pink Floyd - High Hopes<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">What a Song!!!!! Solo, lyrics, everything...Perfecto!!!!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young<br />In a world of magnets and miracles<br />Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary<br />The ringing of the division bell had begun<br />Along the long road and on down the causeway<br />Do they still meet there by the cut<br />There was a ragged man that followed in our footsteps<br />Running before time took our dreams away<br />Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground<br />To a life consumed by slow decay<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The grass was greener<br />The light was brighter<br />With friends surrounded<br />The nights of wonder<br /><br />Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us<br />To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side<br />Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again<br />Dragged by the force of some inner tide<br />At a higher altitude with flag unfurled<br />We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of world<br /><br />Encumbered forever by desire and ambition<br />There's a hunger still unsatisfied<br />Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon<br />Go down this road we've been so many times<br /><br />The grass was greener<br />The light was brighter<br />The taste was sweeter<br />The nights of wonder<br />With friends surrounded<br />The dawn mist glowing<br />The water flowing<br />The endless river<br /><br />Forever and ever </span>Bhargav Rajkhowahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04162984697574311467noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37113325.post-88520668513813492262007-04-26T23:33:00.000+05:302007-04-27T00:57:18.144+05:30Dont Think Too Much!!!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">For those of you who think and analyze everything to the very last detail, mull over this for a moment, isn't this habit of yours is more of a hindrance than a help?? How many instances have there been when all that thinking and evaluation really amounted to little or nothing in the end, and the solution was a six letter word, viz.......................ACTION!!!! </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I certainly will testify to that, I've found instinct and good 'ol hardwork to be much better alllies than all the calculated planning that many of us employ. I dunno, there seems to be some inherent built-in mechanism within us, which, if allowed to go to work, always, without flaw and without delay, finds the best ways and means to overcome that which is holding and hindering us. </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Besides that, its fun and there ain't much stress via this route either. So what if you make a mistake??!! Simply learn from it and move on. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Too many of us spend too much time worrying about every problem that'll come our way and work ourselves to death trying to get past 'em. We spend nights without slumber, mulling over our peers, friends or parents' reaction. End result, your folks don't give a rip about it, and you've got yourself some very ugly dark circles. Worth it?? Certainly not. Next time, screw the critics, go ahead and do your thing anyways. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And most of these "problems" exist only in our mind, but we spent so much time with them that by the time opportunity does come knocking, we are too depleted to open the door. Try this instead, work your way through the maze without any surmise and estimate of what is to come, and when your way is thwarted, relax, stay level-headed, don't let your fears get the better of you, and allow the your mind to work through each problem ONE AT A TIME, ie. go to the next hurdle only after you've jumped over the one in front of ya. Thats how an athlete goes about winning a race i think. Try usin this analogy the next time you knot yourself up with problems. Peace..... </span>Bhargav Rajkhowahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04162984697574311467noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37113325.post-57973868817643819102007-04-25T20:56:00.000+05:302007-04-25T21:56:54.653+05:30Switchfoot - Awakening<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My Alt-Rock Favorites. Better than a lotta the junk thats out there. Honest music and Lyrics, which is a rarity these days. And all Rock N' Roll aint "EVIL" as some of you have may have pointed out. Yes there is a lotta crap that has gone down with the music, but the genre has its positve's too, and </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <a href="http://www.switchfoot.com/">switchfoot</a> certainly is one of them.<br /></span><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZHTU2i8RhH8&autoplay=" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed>Bhargav Rajkhowahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04162984697574311467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37113325.post-10558912410152123022007-04-16T13:36:00.000+05:302008-12-13T11:09:24.361+05:30Words In Colour<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053978724052612162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiprHugwaxVn6NXYgiNOQM_kbBRMv5ODHIJPGKYkVZw9xaW3N_lNn5gAjII2A5Mxry3vdqyCWJbO2enr7nNb-9aLViSkvlvDqFH2u7j5nukIPoqWZeIzIjs26uswlVfL9Fnpoa0/s400/DSCN0901.JPG" border="0" /> <em><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa</span>Forgotten, But Not Gone</span></strong></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf4_SU5f_NMFBYK1xkuBWosrZ4LAq2lBnC0QrsyJwNGQBl_B74lMhJcHN9b8jEkSVPaDzTvB3R2JRktY9vDPtwcknbD_F2ejMc9UxB1b3ef6JQ5oykKS39x6U36fRBIVw6kIxT/s1600-h/DSCN0889.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053976915871380514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf4_SU5f_NMFBYK1xkuBWosrZ4LAq2lBnC0QrsyJwNGQBl_B74lMhJcHN9b8jEkSVPaDzTvB3R2JRktY9vDPtwcknbD_F2ejMc9UxB1b3ef6JQ5oykKS39x6U36fRBIVw6kIxT/s400/DSCN0889.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa</span><strong>Tranquil Slumber</strong></span></em><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></em></strong>Bhargav Rajkhowahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04162984697574311467noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37113325.post-25661955267204403832007-04-10T00:41:00.000+05:302007-05-24T18:15:06.072+05:30Bored?? Try Creativity<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Bored of all the goings-on in college, at work, on just life in general. Repulsed at even the sight of those books?? Well, looks like you need a change. For me, that change is creativity. Seriously, try it. Sure enough, it'll rid you of the lethargy and rust that has sunk in from the monotony, and enliven you with new found vigour and enthusiasm. A channel, relieving us of all that has crept in from the rote donkey work, that's what creativity does best. All the frustration, the stress and the weariness starts seeping outta ya, and voila!!! your back. The Brain's got the fuel it needed and recompenses us handsomely, suddenly, our hearts are light and our shortcomings, trivial. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">What is it, that triggers your muse??? Well, that is for you to ponder. Try something lucid and simple like reading, playing an instrument, writing, painting, poetry, sudoku, to name just a few. </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So what if you ain't good at it, who cares??!! You're the benefactor here, its you we're talking about. Take my case for instance. I know I'm not good at writing. But hell who cares??!! Suffice to say that it provides me with a channel to vent my frustration, angst & lighten my load in general, which is a must considering the environment i live in (viz. The Jail). Besides, i am more than willing to relieve myself in this manner, rather than in some way which'll cause harm to both others and to me. And, with time, you never know, i might actually improve!!! Sounds good to me. So go ahead, give creativity a shot.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">P.S - This article is based on personal experience and there is no guarantee that the techniques suggested will work for everybody. ( I'm not kidding ).</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span>Bhargav Rajkhowahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04162984697574311467noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37113325.post-29331296098240402112007-04-06T15:46:00.000+05:302007-04-09T18:12:57.520+05:30Update<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Watched 2 movies the previous week viz. Apocalypto & 300.<br />300 - Aint a bad movie and is good entertaintment, but is a little toooo fantastic. I mean 300 spartans slaying the combined armed forces of all Asia is very far fetched. And the characters and fight scenes have been amplified beyond belief. Still, good entertainment.<br />Apocalypto - Watch if you like gore, violence, human sacrifice, live heart extractions and bodies lying in pools of blood. Perfect complement to The Passion Of The Christ. Besides that, its also got a group of natives running after another native, 'coz the captive native killed the clan leader's son, and now father dearest must avenge his son's death. In the process, all of the native clan(6 ppl i think) are killed, while Mr.fugitive survives and saves his family. (That is how the story ends). How it all began?? Well, this native guy's tribe is first ravaged by a clan (same one mentioned above) from another tribe, where he and a few others are captured to be sacrificed 'coz it hasnt rained for weeks, and this myopist tribe believes that human sacrifice will please the Gods and bring rain. But wait, just as native is about to be split wide open, there is an.............................................an Eclipse!!!!! People go beserk, the gods have answered their prayers and they have been salvaged. Duh!!!! Hilarious.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The fugitives are granted reprieve, but what must be done of them?? Well, the clan decides to use 'em as target practice, the fugitive native, seizing the oppurtunity, escapes, and then follows the aforementioned chase.</span><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Forgive me for the poor narration, i just suck at stories and writing in general. But then again, Apocalypto doesn't have much of a script!!!<br />In other news, moi has prelims for the next 2 weeks, will try my best to study, lets see how far i go with that. And Elda keeps pestering me bout my adsense moolah. Damn irritating i must say, and dude, you cant calculate it, the amount varies depending on the day the check was issued. Sorry mate, but i don't get your money is money funda.<br />Finally gonna get back to guitarin t'day, nice,.......been a long time since i played my Ibanez........gonna enjoy listenin to its sweet tone again...<br />And ya, there's an ADLABS openin in a few months time which is just a 5min walk from home. The place is a complete entertainment complex with bowling alley an all. Awesome!!!!! No more long trips to the city to watch a good movie. Yay!!!</span></div>Bhargav Rajkhowahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04162984697574311467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37113325.post-31446682267685332852007-03-19T12:26:00.000+05:302007-05-24T18:24:07.754+05:30Iron Maiden - Phenomenal!!!!!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Scream for me Bangalore! ; Scream for me Bangalore!!!!! went Bruce. And scream and holler we so did. And who wouldn't?? Maiden, live, in the flesh, and you, right there, 20m from them, what a fuckin day!!!!!!! </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Lights go out, Adrian, Dave, Janick and Steve rush out to the front, Nicko gets on his seat, and out of fuckin nowhere, Bruce, Bruce friggin jumps over the kit to come onstage(6 ft long jump) and completes the lineup. Crowd goes hysterical, what do ya expect?? Maiden, right there, dream come true man!!! Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Some of 'em couldn't believe it, hands on their heads, & for the rest of us (like me) unable to control ourselves, we screamed ourselves hoarse</span>.<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> What happened in the next 2 hours is a phenomenon which cant be explained. For words can't do justice to elaborate what happened at the grounds on tht saturday night. A different world we were taken to indeed. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Maiden's ability to connect with us was truly a gift. From dedicating Wrathchild to Leon Ireland to getting the whole crowd to sing Fear Of The Dark it was an experience to be lived in, not something you'll get watching the DVD or by listening to 'em on your player or pod. You had to be there you faggets!!!!! See 'em live and you'll know WTF i'm talkin about. 'coz LIVE is where Maiden is, where Eddie is!!!! </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A professional act in every sense, playing and performing. And yes, they pulled out every trick in the bag, nothin toned down or held back, same set, same energy, just like the maiden you've seen on the vids and concerts abroad. </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">These Lads make their songs come alive on stage. Its some surreal Adrenaline Rush Phenomenon!!!! By the time the Tank with Eddie was on-stage the crowd had already gone bonkers (it was after Fear of The Dark you see) And when Eddie actually walked on stage in his matter o life an death military uniform, we were bowled over. Song of The Night - The Trooper, most of it on part of Bruce's crazy antics during this number. Wavin the Union Jack, tappin it on Adrian's head (very amusing), the possessed sprinting, climbin all the way up the railing(47 feet), to swivelling the the foglight over all of us, yeah, that was some performance, the energy the band exudes from this one song will get you scramming, singing, humming, jumping and headbanging all at once. Couple That with Wrathchild, Fear Of The Dark, Number Of The Beast, Run To to The Hills and a few more & you've got yourself 2 Hours of adrenalin pumping riffing and vocals. Eddie did show up, first in his tank (ya, a tank), and later during the encore in his military uniform, shooting at us with his gun. An amazing character and apt mascot for maiden, master <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eddie_the_Head">eddie.</a> His tank was damn amazing!!!! Had its barrel right on my face. Killer man, killer!!!</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Wish it had blown me to shreds.<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And ya, a thing about maiden shows - you wont even know how sapped you are until after the show, they drained you thorughly. Some surreal Adrenalin Rush Phenomenon (ya, really!!!) those 2 hours were. That night i was a spent force, legs, hands, arms, feet, everywhere, agony. But who cares, certainly worth the strain!!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Post concert, what a hangover moi was left with. Reality seemed boring and mundane. In a word, the journey back home was simply - shallow. Worries and fears that had crept in, were expulsed and laid to rest on the grounds that night. Never have i been so happy and relaxed. Those bastards'll have to bust their brains (like they have one) to pull me under again. I'm Livin' in a Dream!!!!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Oh, for those of you wondering about the Set list, it was a mix old classics coupled with songs from their current album ( A Matter Of Life Of Death, you ibanovs!!!). Wish they'd played a few numbers more from their earlier albums. Still worth every fuckin second though. Cant wait for 'em to return. 17 months i think, muuhahahahaha!!!!....</span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Maiden!!!! Maiden!!!! Maiden!!!!!!! Maiden!!!!!! </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">And for Those of you who didn't get IBANOVS, its an anagram of sorts, minus the S. Just read it back to front and you'll see. Just so you should know, its been borrowed, courtesy a Bong friend o mine, going by the name Of Kaushik, also referred to (though not with good intent) as Jhadoo(Broomstick). And looks like one too ;) No hard feelings with that last line i hope??</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">For a professional account of the happenings on the night of 17Th march,2007 follow the link below ::</span><br /><a href="http://specials.rediff.com/movies/2007/mar/20sld1.htm">http://specials.rediff.com/movies/2007/mar/20sld1.htm</a><a href="http://www.google.co.in/search?hl=en&q=iron+maiden&btnG=Google+Search&meta=cr%3DcountryIN"></a><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span>Bhargav Rajkhowahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04162984697574311467noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37113325.post-30995381302024569822007-03-06T19:04:00.000+05:302007-03-06T19:14:27.562+05:30Tom Hess :: The Eternal Fire<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Yes Elda, it is a copy-paste, but its worth for the ideas suggested in the paras below. Besides tht, i'm too weighed down with assignments, tests and sheets to have the strength and time to post. A lot of people may second that. So until better days are here again, updates are likely to be seldom.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"><strong><em>The Arty ::</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Think back to the time when your interest in playing guitar was born. Remember the time when you got your first guitar and actually started playing it. For most of us, even when we were totally beginners, clueless about how to play anything, it somehow didn’t matter because we were just so excited about beginning our musical/guitar journey. I can remember the exact day I bought my first guitar (January 31, 1986). I was extremely excited about owning a guitar and banging around on it making all kinds of terrible noises at first.<br /> That feeling most of us felt at the beginning of our guitar days is what I call “Fire” or “Inner Fire”. It is something like the first weeks and months of a new romantic relationship – very new and exciting and the desire to maintain that passion feeling is strong. But over time (weeks, months or years), that passion to play music weakens. Of course you still have at least some interest in playing and becoming a better musician, otherwise you wouldn’t be reading this.<br />What I hope to do here is help you to get back your fire (or if you still have it, I want to help you to never lose it). The most important thing you must do is recognize what the factors were that caused you to feel less motivated and excited about playing music. Over time, some players begin to feel inadequate in their ability to reach their goals. A more common factor for some is not really having clearly defined goals or a good strategy to reach them. Its important to remember long term goals are long term. As long as you work to move forward, you are progressing. If progress is slow, understand this is normal. Of course there are things you can do to dramatically speed this process up such as practice more, practice more efficiently and work with a really good teacher that can show you how to do improve faster.) Other people become too focused on getting better and lose sight of why they started playing (to play and/or create music they love!). Keep reminding yourself of why you wanted to be a musician in the first place. Besides simply thinking about your early playing experiences, go back to your roots and listen to the same CDs (or cassettes or LPs (if you are old enough to have any of those). Listening to my earliest influences always reminds me of my early music days and I just can’t help to feel that eager beginner feeling again.<br />I’ve mentioned some of these next few points before in a previous article, but it’s worth mentioning again here.<br />Find out what truly inspires you to want to play music, write music, jam with your friends, etc. Whatever it is for you, go there and marinate in that inspiration. Get your mind in that place and focus on it. Many classical composers (and other serious artists) go to artist colonies for weeks or months at a time. For them being in a beautiful environment with serious artists of all kinds is extremely inspiring and a great place to write music, practice, reflect among other things. Personally, I like to travel to Europe in the summer and do most of my serious composing there. There is a house I stay in overlooking a valley with large trees and beautiful sunsets. It is very inspiring and I always do my best creating there. Your inspiration may be musical (listening to some great players, bands or songs. It may be going to concerts. It may be a set of things that are totally nonmusical (like a special location or being around special people, etc.). You must find whatever it is and go there, you might be surprised at how fast you feel that burning desire to really play more, write more, to be more.<br />Never ever compare yourself to other musicians! If you sit around and think about how much better of a player you are compared to your friends, this will probably only lead you to contentment and will steal away your drive and fire to improve. If you think about how much your friend (or any other musician) is better musically compared to you, this often leads to feelings of dissolution about your progress and your goals, which also can lead to a lack of motivation and fire.<br />When you began playing guitar, how good would you have to be in order to be happy with your playing? And where are you now? When I was starting out, I thought if I could play Iron Maiden or Metallica songs, I would be happy for rest of my musical life! Of course the time came when I could play all those songs, but I didn’t feel as happy as I thought I would when I first made my goal. That is because, before I even reached that goal, I had already set new goals. These new goals were good for my progress, but I made the mistake of never really appreciating and enjoying the success of reaching my earlier goals. I robbed myself of the pleasure of feeling happy about my hard work paying off. Of course by now I have learned that lesson and do thoroughly enjoy each new goal that is reached. It is my hope you will learn that lesson now and not after several more years of playing guitar.<br />Tom Hess is a professional virtuoso guitarist and teacher. He has toured in many countries through out the world. To find out more check out the official Tom Hess web site.<br /> </span>Bhargav Rajkhowahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04162984697574311467noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37113325.post-56429564569987881822007-02-24T16:42:00.001+05:302007-02-24T16:46:50.840+05:30Dispatches From Iraq<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A Copy-paste from </span><a href="http://www.thinkprogress.org"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">www.thinkprogress.org</span></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Just proof of what a faget Bush is...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">From McClatchy’s Baghdad bureau :: </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“The other kid that i can not forget was in Fallujah, he is laying down suffering bullets injuries and his father, mother and aunt were killed in the car behind him and he can not see them… he refused to let the ambulance take him to the hospital </span><a href="http://washingtonbureau.typepad.com/iraq/2007/02/torture.html"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">only if I swear to him that his family are alive</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">… he pulled my shirt and said “don’t lie to me”.. I was looking at them all killed in front of me and he is laying down, an American sobbing soldier beside him was treating him till the ambulance arrived, and I had to swear to him that they were alive and he will find them in the hospital if he allowed the ambulance to take him, he and his one year old sister who were covered with here mother’s blood all over her body…” </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">February 23, 2007 </span>Bhargav Rajkhowahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04162984697574311467noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37113325.post-87753449279372737202007-02-23T17:42:00.000+05:302007-02-23T18:03:29.442+05:30Foo Fighters :: The Best Of You<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The thing that struck me about this song (besides the empowering lyrics) is the fact that it its comin from a band whose frontman was Nirvana's drummer(Dave Grohl). Now thats quite a contrast when you compare it to somethin like Jesus doesn't want me or the other stuff Cobain used to write about. Guess age & change are things no one can defy, not even Rock stars!!??....Read the lyrics and see for yourself...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Or maybe he's just tryin to tell us that them Rockstars are human too, and that they have their moments in the dark as well. I dunno, you decide!!!..</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I've got another confession to make</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm your fool</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Everyone's got their chains to break</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Holdin' you</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Were you born to resist or be abused?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Are you gone in onto someone new?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I needed somewhere to hang my head</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Without your noose</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">You gave me something that I didn't have</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But had no use</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I was too weak to give in</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Too strong to lose</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My heart is under arrest again</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But I break loose</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My head is giving me life or death</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But I can't choose</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I swear i'll never give in</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I refuse</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Has someone taken your faith?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Its real, the pain you feel</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Your trust, you mustConfess</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Oh..OhOhOhOh</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Has someone taken your faith?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Its real, the pain you feel</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The life, the love</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">You'd die to heal</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The hope that starts</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The broken hearts</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Your trust, you must</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Confess</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I've got another confession my friend</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm no fool</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm getting tired of starting again</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Somewhere new</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Were you born to resist or be abused?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I swear i'll never give in</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I refuse</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Has someone taken your faith?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Its real, the pain you feel</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Your trust, you must</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Confess</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?Oh..<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span>Bhargav Rajkhowahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04162984697574311467noreply@blogger.com0