5 to 1

Listening to a lot of Doors these days... Jim Morrison's voice is drugging me..
I just got back from a late nite ride... and was listening to some more music on Media Player....
The player's playing me The Doors shuffled...
And soon it plays 5 to 1 ... I happen to look at the right bottom corner of the screen...
the clock reads 5:Oh-1 AM...
And them i count 5 to 1 is eight hours...
5 to 1 is also a quick downshift on the left foot lever...
and 1 in 5 is always the right gear to exit a corner "IN THE PRIME"
Lets get together baby one more time...

Here are the lyrics for you....

Song Title: Five to One
Artist: The Doors

Lyrics:
Yeah, c'mon
Love my girl
She lookin' good
C'mon
One more

Five to one, baby
One in five
No one here gets out alive, now
You get yours, baby
I'll get mine
Gonna make it, baby
If we try

The old get old
And the young get stronger
May take a week
And it may take longer
They got the guns
But we got the numbers
Gonna win, yeah
We're takin' over
Come on!

Yeah!

Your ballroom days are over, baby
Night is drawing near
Shadows of the evening crawl across the years
Ya walk across the floor with a flower in your hand
Trying to tell me no one understands
Trade in your hours for a handful dimes
Gonna' make it, baby, in our prime

Come together one more time
Get together one more time
Get together one more time
Get together, aha
Get together one more time!
Get together one more time!
Get together one more time
Get together one more time
Get together, gotta, get together

Ohhhhhhhh!

Hey, c'mon, honey
You won't have along wait for me, baby
I'll be there in just a little while
You see, I gotta go out in this car with these people and...

Get together one more time
Get together one more time
Get together, got to
Get together, got to
Get together, got to
Take you up in my room and...
Hah-hah-hah-hah-hah
Love my girl
She lookin' good, lookin' real good
Love ya, c'mon

Pink Floyd - Dogs

For all the blog frequenters or none at all, for those wondering whether the blog is deceased or breathing, is it with the blog, or simply, the contributors dead? The answer to all of this is just that we are all riding are lives with the clutch pedal on. It’s the time to change gears fractions ahead of the next chicane. It’s the time to continue the engine (here, the hearts that drives men of immense wisdom) churning the revs with very modest or almost no power transmission. Only to keep it all set to pump up enormous muscle at the exit of the chicane. In plain simple words, it’s the point of our lives when we are bumping into the world of competition, technology and service.

So what is it that has caught up on us? Most of our time is occupied in recovering from the old concepts shattering blows of information each day at work. The rest of the time is used up in finding ways to spend the compensations after all the beating (This may not include others). I call it the Dog part of our lives. It’s the exact metaphor for human behavior at this juncture of our life.

To understand it better just run thru the lyrics of Pink Floyd song from the album Animals. Contrastingly, Roger Waters had composed these lines with a different view point; I looked at it from a different dimension.

Artist: Pink Floyd

Album: Animals

Title: Dogs

“You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need

You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street

You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed

And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight

You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.

And after a while, you can work on points for style

Like the club tie, and the firm handshake

A certain look in the eye, and an easy smile

You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder

You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you get older

This is where it is right now. It couldn’t have got along any better than this. Beginning with DG (he has to start this). DG’s ass has always been the first ass to feel the gush of braking inertia each time. He was the first one to get a job (sadly with MBT though), first one to turn 18 (he did nothing, it just happened to be that way, or well, all of us were born after him) and most significantly the first one to fly abroad (purely on his credentials). Rohan is working with international clients selling the Americans insurance plans, Sunny (the author) is riding on 3D models of bikes and Junior is still burning up few more gallons of fuel on the test tracks for some more time.

The scene on the circuit is beginning to heat up. The start-finish straight of this new lap has faded in the rear view mirror (the induction training, I mean). We are all running down to lower gears to hit the first of the dreadful corners of just another lap of our lives. The analogy remains the same, the rules of the game remains same. The tyres are feeling new and the brakes are beginning to heat up. Time to develop a skill set to negotiate the trickiest of turns. I am allowing the Dog in me to take over. It’s the right time to run down the gears, feel the revs of engine and release the clutch lever once the curve is nudged away.

And this one is for you Junior; often the winner of the race is the one who hits the brakes last and hits every bit of the turn when the others are just trying to nudge off the apex. You’ll see a few people ahead of you in your visor, but they might very well be a lap down, so you don’t know who the winner here is? No one does…. The entire script is off course written by something Supernatural, we are just dogs in the park.

Still alive.....

long long time......but frankly no time as far as i am concerned.....and no intention/time as far as others are concerned to write smthng here...

has been 2 long mnths since i posted here...lot happened...siemens strted...went to nasik for 3 weeks training...first outstation trip....earned a huge amount of this trip...

had a great time there...both in office and outside it as well....nice city to live in...small but independent and complete i must say....got to know some ppl better than i knew them before....will really cherish these memories abt this trip for a long time....

back to office in mumbai....first day we get down kind of assisting on a project...learning some softwares....second day at office i get my salary cheque.....a few thousands more than i was expecting....pleasant surprise....two parties planned for the coming 2 weekends...hope we have a great time....

srry this post is written out of an attempt to announce that this blog is still alive....i am not in touch with music or general entertainment means for a long time...so a good post will follow soon...over the weekend....

Coming Back to Life

Here I am again.....this time its a pure tribute to a Pink Floyd song...
Song: Coming back to life Album: The division bell

There are times in everyone's life when u want someone to just be there with u....most of the times u know whom u want to be with, but there are times when u just dont know who u r craving to be with. Just the presence of someone u are connected to can make the difference between being comfortably numb or coming back to life.......

This song is David Gilmour's take on such times.....a song for his wife.....but many say tat maybe this song was written for his friend and band mate Roger Waters after he left the band(tats just before this album was released).

As always too good lyrics and never will u hear such pure love and longing in any other pink floyd song......all others are mostly outrageous takes on all unwanted thngs happening around us...the kind of rebel feeling to their songs...and yes wish u were here is another song which gives u the same feeling.....

The rest of the talking I guess shud be done by floyd....

Below are the lyrics and MP3 and click here to see the song performed by floyd at pulse,most of u wont, i know..:(

Where were you when I was burned and broken
While the days slipped by from my window watching
And where were you when I was hurt and I was helpless
Because the things you say and the things you do surround me
While you were hanging yourself on someone else's words
Dying to believe in what you heard
I was staring straight into the shining sun
Lost in thought and lost in time
While the seeds of life and the seeds of change were planted
Outside the rain fell dark and slow
While I pondered on this dangerous but irresistible pastime
I took a heavenly ride through our silence
I knew the moment had arrived
For killing the past and coming back to life
I took a heavenly ride through our silence
I knew the waiting had begun
And headed straight into the shining sun

A Saucerful of ?????????

Long time since I posted smthng here......the last one by sunny was really nice......

Frankly speaking I was too bored to write smthng.....just lazing for the past whole month...I was expecting rohan to write smthng here....but he is lazier than me....

This post is not abt anythng in particular....so will not match up to the standards of this blog.

Lot of thngs going on in the past few days.....

Interview with siemens....was a big learning experience..

Matheran trip.....very close to the goa trip...was a really cherished experience

Daily outings with coll friends.....nerul station hang outs.....probably the last few days of freedom and fun....

Few quotes by friends....prasad said on last exam day...." apne liye jeene wale din shayad khatam ho gaye"....will always remember tat coz at tat very moment i was thinking our days have just strted.....prasad again" duniya ek medical store hai aur main aaj dosti ki goli khaa ke aaya hoon"....maan really feel like killing him sometimes...kitna pakata hai yaar

So many plans to spend money when i finally strt earning....I find myself making a list of restaurs where I wanna eat....things I wanna buy....parties I wanna give.....gifts I wanna buy for ppl.....and in distant future CARS I wanna buy

Sunny finally leaving mumbai....the first among us to strt his job...hope he achieves all tat he wants to...

Prasad and Rohan finally got their calls....all of my friends stay in Mumbai....except Nair and Charu.....really sad when I thnk of this...I hope v never find it difficult to find time for each other....

Lots of new music in the last few days....mainly Pink Floyd and Led Zeppelin.....dont feel like listening to anything else other than Floyd these days.....they are like GOD himself teaching u abt different aspects of life....the medium here is music...

Just realised a few days ago....so many common members between Pink Floyd and Ayn Rand community on orkut....two different takes on LIFE, but the ideology is the same.....

Didnt get chance to have vodka for the past 2 months almost.....waiting.....:(

My mom and bro gng crazy abt this Art Of Living Thing....and driving me crazy with their pravachan all day long.....no ways will i ever go to tat place.....the whole idea just feels disgusting to me.....how can someone else teach u "THE ART" of living your life...wat have u done all ur life if u dont know how to live it?????????

Thinking for the past few days....do we really mean when we say ..."we will be friends forever"...."i am always there for u"....and if we are not sure of whats gng to happen the next day why do we give these false assurances to others and ourselves????

Is guilt the only way u can make a person confess to his true self.....Is guilt the only link between u and ur conscience???? Have we stooped down to such a level tat we tlk to our conscience only when we feel guilty about something?????

Isn't the desire to take up the hardest challenge and beat it, a confession of weakness in itself????

Enuf said.....the saucer is overflowing now....so i better stop!!!

High Hopes - Pink Floyd

Artist: Pink Floyd; Album: Division Bell; Title: High Hopes: Composer: David Gilmour

I have always existed with an illusion that beyond the horizon there is a world far superior and evenhanded than the world I currently live in. The world, which does not work on magnets of control bred from fellowmen. Men do not believe in power of miracles but hold high regards for value of labor. Men with immense passion to achieve what they dream. The world of my imagination where men are rewarded only for what they deserve. The inhabitants, who are blessed enough so that they don’t have to depend on an Abstract Extra-ordinary Super Power to live through their lives. A world where emotions are not like shackles that bind men. Instead they stir up motive power to go a step further. Men, who cheat or kill, perish at once. The others that survive the heat of healthy competition live their way with an honesty of purpose. Not very sure whether it is same as Atlantis or is it different?

Several attempts, successful and unsuccessful, have been made to get a sneak peek in a world of my fascination. The successful ones could only succeed to break open just a small hole through the horizon, just open enough to allow a distinct single ray of light. The unsuccessful attempts were blurred at first and then beyond a certain distance they went no further, only to be blocked by a wall. As DG very rightly stated in his earlier blog entry, the whole scenario looks so similar to masons building the wall around the center of creativity and talent, the bricks being the our well-regarded communal round, the masons are left for us to figure out. Inspiration very naturally came from Pink Floyd – The Wall.

And then I was moved by a brilliant blend of music and lyrics composed by David Gilmour, popularly known as ‘High Hopes’. The fact that it was the very last song composed by Pink Floyd, it couldn’t have got any better than this magnum opus. The lyrics were instituted during the period when the band had torn apart and law suits worth of a million dollars were trying to bring it further down.

It an epitomized by talking about all the insignificant countless small creatures that are trying their very best to confine our feet to a second-rate way of life. And to add to the agony, leaving all of us to a life obsessed with slow decay, signifying end in the most brutal mode.

But very soon, a passion drives a ray of hope in the blood stream of brave men who fear none but loss. And it’s this towering hope that keeps the will going, to achieve what currently appears to be behind the walls of a narrow minded world. It is this hope that shall dwell in men of character. Men that deserve to live in the world of my imagination. For now it may appear like a tough ask, but I have HIGH HOPES.

The desire, ambition and the hunger shall remain forever and ever.

When the smoke is going down - Scorpions

When the smoke is going down..................................

Artist: Scorpions; Music: rudolf schenker; Album: Blackout; Lyrics:klaus meine

This article is a continuation to what Rohan had written earlier, which really inspired my thought and blogging. It is in continuation to “BECAUSE I CHOOSE TO..”

How many times have you felt, that you have been living your life to the fullest? How often you want to live life extreme?

Nothing is as satisfying as satisfaction - A personal satisfaction in a world where achievement is second hand. Achievement is synonymous to an act, duty or accomplishment that is approved, recognized and appreciated by someone else. So when people sit down to contemplate their achievement, the reflections are merely in terms of academics for the geeks, failure for the jerks, social-service for the politicians and promotion for a regular service class individual. Satisfaction is what you reach when you do something for none other but your own self. Anything extra that you may achieve is purely fluky and or just a consequence.

The other inspiration to this article comes from a song by Scorpions – WHEN THE SMOKE IS GOING DOWN. The song talks about the band scorpions who want to be on stage even after the audience have left. They want to be there for the love of it. They want to do it all over again only for themselves. Because they simply love it.

I cherish the moments when I have done things for myself, sitting outside the closed doors of the library late in the night, not because I wanted to complete a topic for the day but because I was enjoying studying the subject. My performance was only consequential. Or for the matter of comparison; spending nights in college to put up an event, the fun was only coincidental.

Do we truly love our work? Does it come out of our OWN choice? Or simply because we are entrusted the duty to perform a task, so we shall succeed if we manage to complete it. Till today, all that most of us have been doing is what the system has demanded from us. But it is only few distinct individuals who trace the self-made paths.

I wish I could belong to myself. Do a little bit not because I am required to do, but because I enjoy doing it. Yes, I want to be on the stage even when there is no audience. I want to do it for myself. I want to work for no men or organization but for myself. I wish I live a life like this every day. I wish my work will keep me occupied and fascinated till and beyond the time when the smoke is gone down, the lights have gone dim and the gates are closed. It will only be me and my work and loads of contentment…. How I wish??? The pursuit begins very soon…

Bricks in the WALL

This post comes on the onset of another important and punishing time, the PL's. This implies that the most boring and demanding times lie ahead, but also the most useless efforts have gone by. Yes I mean the VIVAS.

As always I was the least prepared (by my own standards) this time, but this time I also cared the least. Dunno why, but as engineering is coming to an end, I am becoming more complacent in my attitude towards scoring marks. Not complacent towards studying but towards the exams and all the crappy systems and procedures.

I tried to figure out an answer to this in the past week. These answers raised more questions than before but helped me to feel free from the little feeling of guilt that was coming along with the complacence.

My first two vivas were a cake walk. The great HOD was not present during my viva and the external was fed up with her which was evident from her looks and mood.

The last viva’s preparation was very tiring, irritating, boring. Was not in a mood to study at all, had been awake all night, not studying just doing faltu time pass. The viva was as expected, no luck this time, was kind of screwed.

The last one forced me to think, are we really “learning” something? Isn’t there a fundamental difference created by us between learning and studying? Are the ppl from whom we are “learning” worth it? Or are they too, just another victims of the rotten system tat has been invented not to nurture creativity and skills, but to suppress them and promote social justice and equal opportunity. Aren’t we mere puppets of this system, we being sacrificed to portray to the world that INDIA is progressing FAST?

The ppl who “teach” us, are they worth being called professors? The meaning to the word teacher has changed such drastically that today good for nthng assholes who don’t have anything to do, who know they don’t stand a chance in the competitive industry, so they “teach to earn a living”

So the primary importance is earning not teaching. Anyways, is justified in todays money centric world. But aren’t we all responsible to make it money centric as well. Our misuse has made money a thng which is damned and condemned for everything wrong that happens. Isn’t it our own incompetence that’s to be blamed? Haven’t we made money more important that morals, values and work? Money after all is not an evil, it’s the value one man can pay another for his knowledge, productivity, creativity, all of these becoming extinct owing to the monotonous “general” procedures of inculcating knowledge in every “different” human being in the “same” manner.

And be it any profession, I thnk the worst impact is on the education related fields. Considering the scenario here I just remember the pink floyd video for another brick in the wall. Where kids are being tied to their benches in a factory similar to a car production line, a monotonous growth procedure being laid on them by a teacher.

The whole scenario looks so similar to a MASON building the wall around the centre of creativity and talent, the bricks being the teachers who are used, the MASONS are left for u to figure out.

I still remember the day my friend Chintan Shah told me, u will find a Vikas Nahar, a Deepak Gupta and a Chintan Shah everywhere u go. Just the faces will change, the personalities will be the same. If u can deal with all of them today, tmr will be easy. Thanks Chintan for that wonderful lesson.

Sometimes things just look so out of place that I start thinking this way. The problem being that I just think in this way, when things are out of proportion. Under normal times, we just accept things as they come, compromises driving us, general procedures ruling our actions.

I hope i will be the one to break this WALL some day.