tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674924Fri, 04 Sep 2009 23:26:58 +0000http://rockneverdies.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (n.g.)Blogger236125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674924.post-8601999117607303638Sat, 02 May 2009 05:57:00 +00002009-05-02T12:06:16.536+05:30b for backstab, c for conform, d for disregard, e for euthanasia be damned we're going to kill our kids. distort them, mindfuck them, make sure their mistakes come later and they're straddled with ours first. we pretend to care, pretend to worry, pretend to give a damn when all we're really care about is that our darling offspring have IQs more than Einstein x 2, that they score more than the http://rockneverdies.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-apathy.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (n.g.)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674924.post-6207750292766535071Fri, 06 Mar 2009 15:00:00 +00002009-03-06T20:31:01.009+05:30how long before you stop claiming credit for my rights and i stop paying the price for your wrongs?http://rockneverdies.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-long-before-you-stop-claiming.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (n.g.)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674924.post-3338559211016227294Fri, 09 Jan 2009 18:04:00 +00002009-01-09T23:36:07.795+05:30when you're willing to render to the guilt you concedewhen truth is your reason then lay the blame on mewhen you unveil the conscience and to peace you agreewhen love is your constant then lay the blame on mehttp://rockneverdies.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-youre-willing-to-render-to-guilt.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (n.g.)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674924.post-2102985677109939970Fri, 28 Nov 2008 02:51:00 +00002008-11-28T08:29:06.107+05:30in 1993 i felt bad for all that had happened, and put it all behind me secure in the knowledge that my city was too strong to be broken by this.in 2005 i took great pride in the fact that my city come out resolute and unbroken from the worst floods ever.in 2006 i cried for hours when a friend went missing during the train blasts, and was only consoled when i heard her voice hours later on the http://rockneverdies.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-1993-i-felt-bad-for-all-that-had.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (n.g.)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674924.post-4446390785314513957Thu, 20 Nov 2008 17:10:00 +00002008-11-20T23:05:32.846+05:30the carter road promenade at night is a virtual beehive of lovebirds snuggling, canoodling and a little bit more. it's an unwritten rule there - everyone minds their own business. i've seen cops driving around watchfully but never seen them shoo anyone away, in fact the only time i've seen cops in action was last year when i and t had just started going out, and were sitting there chatting till http://rockneverdies.blogspot.com/2008/11/carter-road-promenade-at-night-is.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (n.g.)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674924.post-3340781734076347210Sat, 25 Oct 2008 13:03:00 +00002008-10-25T18:45:46.533+05:30fuzzy pictures say so much more than proper, crystal clear ones. where everyone is happy, climbing all over each other, or posing or smiling, and the cameraman has perfectly composed with immaculate adaptation to available light and focus and shutter control resulting in a picture that's just, perfect. it makes you smile with the subjects and think of all such pictures you've been featured in. i http://rockneverdies.blogspot.com/2008/10/fuzzy-pictures-say-so-much-more-than.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (n.g.)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674924.post-4803091582569554096Tue, 14 Oct 2008 12:43:00 +00002008-10-14T18:14:20.994+05:30There's a picture on my kitchen wallLooks like Jesus and his friends involvedThere's a party getting started in the yardThere's a couple getting steamy in the car parked in the driveWas I too young to see this with my eyes?By the pool last night, apparentlyThe chemicals weren't mixed properlyYou hit your head and then forgot your nameAnd then you woke up at the bottom by the drainAnd now your http://rockneverdies.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-for-childjason-mraz.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (n.g.)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674924.post-315533714947381197Fri, 05 Sep 2008 14:14:00 +00002008-09-05T19:51:58.733+05:30When I started in my first job at age 17, I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life. All I knew was that I didn’t want to continue with my father’s business. I never did think of my career as steady natural progression. I never planned anything, didn’t once sit down to figure out future goals, money requirements, pay packages, retirement. Hell no. Never thought too much of making quantum http://rockneverdies.blogspot.com/2008/09/reality-bites.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (n.g.)3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674924.post-3417454868476205102Thu, 17 Jul 2008 15:43:00 +00002008-07-17T21:31:09.074+05:30They live in Bilaspur. Near the railway station. They have a shop where they sell household paints and other solvents. They’ve been doing this for years. Everyone knows their shop and their home, so all you have to do when you get off the train and into a cycle-rickshaw is tell the puller ‘_________ ke yahan jaana hai’ and he will take you there without any further questions. A few minutes after http://rockneverdies.blogspot.com/2008/07/they-live-in-bilaspur.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (n.g.)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674924.post-1149255622829875495Tue, 15 Jul 2008 11:11:00 +00002008-07-15T19:13:58.438+05:30agar Shakespeare zinda hotasabun se apni aankhein dhotafaaltu kalmay padh kardimaag se apne sadh karapna sar pakad kar rotahttp://rockneverdies.blogspot.com/2008/07/agar-shakespeare-zinda-hota-sabun-se.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (n.g.)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674924.post-261170441062708659Tue, 15 Jul 2008 11:11:00 +00002008-07-15T19:12:14.158+05:30kabhi shayar shayri likhte thheydilon mein jazbaat tikte thheynaghme gaye, reh gayi jhankaarsirf wohi thhey sachche fankaarkyunki woh gaandu nahi dikhte thheyhttp://rockneverdies.blogspot.com/2008/07/kabhi-shayar-shayri-karte-thhey-dilon.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (n.g.)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674924.post-6747542964215204028Tue, 15 Jul 2008 11:07:00 +00002008-07-15T16:41:20.377+05:30chutiye teri zindagi hai jhundchalta jaise gaand mein lunddo takke ki akalaadhe takke ki shakalfir bhi khud pe itna ghamandhttp://rockneverdies.blogspot.com/2008/07/chutiye-teri-zindagi-hai-jhund-chalta.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (n.g.)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674924.post-3978044139823725139Thu, 10 Jul 2008 02:17:00 +00002008-07-10T08:09:37.898+05:30i just read that an ex colleague from my advertising days has quit her job to seek greener pastures.there are two kinds of people. one, who can always only be the organisation they work for. take the organisation away and they're nothing, because their only identity is the name of the organisation that's printed on their visiting card, which humours the designation printed below. if you're http://rockneverdies.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-just-read-that-ex-colleague-from-my.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (n.g.)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674924.post-3167755590114128268Wed, 02 Jul 2008 08:28:00 +00002008-07-02T14:18:35.662+05:30i may be wrong, but i think there's much more than meets the eye about the whole recent oil spike.there's enough oil in the world to support demand, so why is everyone trampling everyone else to go by stockpiles? OPEC members themselves are baffled by the prices. Experts are crying themselves hoarse saying they're unjustified and speculative. Some experts are even saying they're fundamentally http://rockneverdies.blogspot.com/2008/07/from-russia-with-love.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (n.g.)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674924.post-8057269261577089245Fri, 27 Jun 2008 03:25:00 +00002008-06-27T08:58:03.884+05:30"the stock market is a device for transferring money from the impatient to the patient." - warren buffethttp://rockneverdies.blogspot.com/2008/06/stock-market-is-device-for-transferring.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (n.g.)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674924.post-815242981843424694Mon, 09 Jun 2008 13:01:00 +00002008-06-09T19:14:00.946+05:30when i was in school, i loved ripping the old brown covering paper off my books and covering them nicely with new paper. new labels, et al. when it would be pouring and the authorities would allow parents to drive all the way inside the school gates to drop the kids, so we wouldn't get wet.when mrs bhargava would let us go five minutes before the lunch bell rang, so we could get a headstart on http://rockneverdies.blogspot.com/2008/06/august-and-everything-before.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (n.g.)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674924.post-275354058198129591Sat, 07 Jun 2008 09:17:00 +00002008-06-07T15:09:15.304+05:30i wonder what's more important. to learn from experience or to experience learning.http://rockneverdies.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-wondering-whats-more-important.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (n.g.)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674924.post-1896598182009365197Thu, 05 Jun 2008 14:33:00 +00002008-06-05T20:05:27.196+05:30for all the promises that were madefor all the thorns that were laidfor all the wrongs that were servedfor all the accolades undeservedfor all the fake smiles cheek to cheekfor all the shifty eyes so meek for all the stabbing in the heartfor all the fears right from the startfor all the money and the carsfor all the ass licking of the stars for all the sly and scheming shit for all the letdowns http://rockneverdies.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-all-promises-that-were-made-for-all.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (n.g.)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674924.post-132656838478236302Mon, 26 May 2008 16:11:00 +00002008-05-26T21:42:26.723+05:30time is just a number that rests on a wallhttp://rockneverdies.blogspot.com/2008/05/counting-crows-washington-square.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (n.g.)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674924.post-4072375380083773618Mon, 12 May 2008 18:20:00 +00002008-05-13T00:21:58.110+05:30tonight i want to step on to a desolate railway station in the middle of both nowhere and night on my way to somewhere, to light a cigarette and have a cup of milky sweet tea in a kulhadtonight i want to wade into the water on a deserted beach in bintan to sit on a rock and feel little fishes squiggling on my hand tonight i want to lie down outside wisma atria at orchard road and stare at the http://rockneverdies.blogspot.com/2008/05/tonight-i-want-to-step-on-to-desolate.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (n.g.)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674924.post-7517999008620199764Sat, 05 Apr 2008 12:56:00 +00002008-04-05T18:29:01.206+05:30you down.http://rockneverdies.blogspot.com/2008/04/family-ties.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (n.g.)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674924.post-2245284408373455607Thu, 24 Jan 2008 09:00:00 +00002008-01-24T14:43:30.124+05:30I've been watching performances from last year's Live Earth concert. Soon I'll get down on all fours and look for my jaw. There's wicked performances by Bon Jovi, Mellissa Etheridge, Metallica ... and it struck me how I was so much into old school rock when I was younger (and ironically, my hair was shorter) and now I havent touched my Deep Purple CDs in months. I didn't look beyond Def Leppard, http://rockneverdies.blogspot.com/2008/01/old.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (n.g.)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674924.post-8820278178961555639Mon, 21 Jan 2008 21:15:00 +00002008-01-22T09:33:19.595+05:30spinning and sinkingautomatic mindbrakeshold them from their sidescome up for airdon't let gospin into the black circleone day at nighti will escapefrom myselflaughing my tears awayhysterical and redundanthelpless and futilehttp://rockneverdies.blogspot.com/2008/01/floor-collapsing-floating-bouncing-back.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (n.g.)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674924.post-7049374830851442043Fri, 04 Jan 2008 13:37:00 +00002008-01-04T19:23:50.802+05:30I like the way you think, he says suddenly, you make yourself the character. But not entirely, I tell him. He smiles. No one knows themselves entirely, so that puts you on even keel with your character. I remember an old conversation, when someone else had said something similar. That can be both a good and bad thing, depending on the way you look at it, I had wanted to tell her. Sometimes one’shttp://rockneverdies.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-like-way-you-think-he-says-suddenly.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (n.g.)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674924.post-4811621742491460769Mon, 17 Dec 2007 06:55:00 +00002007-12-17T20:59:31.535+05:30There was a time when I would race down the road at a clip faster than my pulse. When the scent of burnt rubber fueled the fire in my chest. When every pothole was swallowed by my gleeful wheels and sent up to my spine. When Chris Cornell’s voice in my ears was a distant second to the voice inside my head. I would disregard drivers, cops, bikers, pedestrians, signals, everyone. I’d show them the http://rockneverdies.blogspot.com/2007/12/kul-mila-ke-hun-mauja-hi-mauja.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (n.g.)0