Thursday, October 23

someone s knockin at your door.

Friday, September 12

THE FACE INSIDE ME

Well this a song that i had composed a few weeks ago.well i know a song without music is a body without soul but i will upload the music ,in a few days.
walking down the streets of another town
i met with faces i have never known.
faces with tears ,with a lovely smile
faces i have come across for a while
faces which gave me tears,
faces which made me cry.
but i havent got the chance you see,
to read the face present inside me......



they say when you have read it, you touch the sky.
you are then a complete, man ready to fly.
faces who gifted love, and then denied.
face of god above, looking satisfied.
faces that a mother cares,
faces that a lover stares.
but i havent got the chance you see,
to read the face present inside me.

to read the face present inside me...

to read the face present inside me.........

Chinese checker


The world is like a checker board, a big star you see. the star isnt the bright and shining one you see in the blackened sky.It has got holes , holes from which the humans incubate. you get tripped over because of the holes , you are tripped over by your opponent who moves a hole further than you. And this is where all it starts and this is where it ends.

"sahaabji,chai laaon kya?"(can i bring some tea) pramod asked The Master. "bari zor ki thand hai"(its cold).
The master replied ,"Hey son of a bitch , dont you know it,askin me you fool!". "go to a near restaurant and bring me some samosas."

"but sahabji its too cold out there, its snowing you see. i will die ""then just fuck off, i have seen more of you than i ought to , wont get your salary"
"give me the money sahaabji"
pramod had never had the courage to argue with his sahabji. He needed money for his mother ,his wife to survive.
Wearing the raincoat that was supposed to save him from rain he went into the dark darjeeling night.
He had been forced to work for The Master. he had no job to do and his wife and his mother were goin wheat-less.
the Master had already completed a dictionary of abuses for pramod. Money gets you everything you see, power to humilate ,power to buy, to sell and to write a dictionary too!
Pramod brought the samosas(food) ." Today im going to show him what he ought to be paid for his evilness" he thought.
he bought a rat-poison along with the samosas(with his own money,Master paid him only for samosas.)
Next day an old man was found dead in his apartment in darjeeling. He had died due to excessive doses of poison in samosas. All his money had been taken by his servant who had gone missing.

few years later.........

"sahaabji,chai laaon kya?"(can i bring some tea) vinod asked.
"Hey son of a bitch , dont you know it,askin me you fool!" His master said.. "go to the near restaurant and bring me some samosas."
"but sahabji its too cold out there, its snowing you see. i will die ""then just fuck off, i have seen more of you than i ought to , wont get your salary"
"give me the money sahaabji"
vinod needed money for his sisters marriage. he couldnt argue with his Master.
While coming back with the samosas he brought a dozen sleepin pills. im gonna teach that grit a lesson "vinod muttered.
next day a middle aged man was found dead due to overdose of pills.
his neighbours informed the authorities that his name was pramod.
his servant had fled with all the money.
so what do you get- pramod tripped over his opponent only to be tripped by his "succesor".
the whole took both the master and his slave.
The money about which the story is written maybe was the player of the chinese checker board.it decided what to do with its units.