...Speak...

A thousand words?

...RockNRolla...

"People ask a question. What's a RocknRolla? And I tell them it's not about drums, drugs and hospital drips. Oh, no. There's more there than that, my friend. We all like a bit of good life. Some, the money. Others the sex game, the glamour or the fame. But a RocknRolla, oh, he's different. Why? Because a real RocknRolla wants the fucking lot. " - RockNRolla - Guy Ritchi

Well, I can't explain in words what I want to say. But let me try to help with the visualization. No living soul around and me (if you know me), standing on the edge of the rooftop of an eight storied hostel (yes, hostel-5), with a cool breeze blowing, dark starry night, Orion visible somewhere in the southeast, clear sky but the one cloud trying to sneak past the crescent, an occasional flash of lightening at the horizon, wearing nothing, eyes closed, facing the zenith, hands stretched like eagle wings, and body moving in a quasi-static wavy motion to the beats ...ten den...ta den...of the song I'm a man - Black Strobe, playing on the two 10-feet high speakers standing 10-feet apart, 10-feet behind me.

A song we must know exists :

...Adhura Arz kiya hai...

 Apni tashreef pakad ke baithein, shayad ye zor se lage.

Arz kiya hai...

Samjhdar apne aap samajh jata hai,

bhains ke aage been bajane ka koi fayda kahan hota hai?

Apne girebaan ki fikr chhod dusron ki patloon khinchne to nikal padte hain log,

Magar kulhadi maro paer par ya paer kulhadi par nuksan to apna hi hota hai.

Nadaan dost se daana dushman behtar hai,

Par dost na hone se to nadaan dost hona hi achha hota hai.

To all my dear "naadaan" friends.

You make my life worth living.

Shabba Khair

nahin to danda.

...RIP...

So you think you can tell heaven from hell? Now this, my dear friends, is a really tricky question. Well, this question is not meant to be answered, but someone of higher intellect (I am not really sure how to categorize people on the basis of their intellect) may feel obliged to answer this question, and no matter if they say either of the possible answers, they would look like assholes in the purest form. So, better keep the trap shut and enjoy the music. Because I'm back in black, I hit the sack, and whatever he's trying to say for the next 3-4 minutes. So, now we get it right? Sit back and enjoy the music. Its totally awesome, how we don't really get the language but still feel like it. I am back in black. Hell yeah, I am. And a "fuck you", to all who can't fell like it. And I certainly feel like "so you think you can tell?". I can listen that question on repeat for 9 hrs straight, without thinking about it.
And I really feel sorry for the sons-of-bitches who think Led Zep is the most overrated band of all time. Yes, I read that on the internet. I just don't think they would ever get a stairway to heaven, or a highway to hell, they would just rot in the purgatory with the Leviathans.
May the green rage monster selectively smashes you all.

For Peace on earth.

...The dead Crow...

Boom...great bass...boom...I've heard that sound before...boom...thunder storm?...boom...no its close...boom...its in my head...boom...yes...boom...why is my heart playing bass drum with my brain?...boom...what the ...boom...where am I?
He opened his eyes. There was smoke everywhere. Dust and smoke. And somewhere in the distance there were flashes of light scattering through the dense colloid around him. He got up trying to figure out what was happening and where he was, and suddenly something hit him hard. Really hard, in the head. It shattered his skull, swam across his brain, passed through his left eye and killed a crow, which was the only thing visible in his vicinity.
There were some more flashes, and then suddenly it was pitch dark. Not even a single photon anywhere, as if something had sucked every bit of light around. And then there was a flood of light focused on the dead crow. Not a single dust particle in the air. The dead man hadn't ever breathed such pure air in his lifetime. A short silhouette appeared though the flood of light. "The last crow is dead, we'll have the earth in an earth-year now."

...Spaz...

As usual I can't sleep, and everybody thinks i am asleep, so I let them live in peace. The only thing different today is that I haven't had any coffee, and the reason why I can't sleep is that I can't find a song to end my day. I felt like pianoing my ears, so I tried Schindler's list theme but it didn't help much. And if I can't find anything to kill my brain, I won't be able to sleep. I tried the best brain killer song ever - November rain, but guess what? nothing lasts forever, even cold November rain. I guess I need some hellishly sad number to exorcise myself. Aaaah, I can't think clearly. I am definitely half-asleep. I think so.
.... .... ...
Ok, a song which may help, and a song we must know exists :

Meesha Shafi, with all due respect, you are one of the few living beings I won't deny anything. Even if you ask me to jump from the 8th floor.

Peace

"The one not dancing knows lots of songs." (Cypriot proverb)  ...literally...