Beauty and the Barb-ie.............

This comes courtesy my friend Tanmay and some other office mates. Creativity, as they say, cannot be limited by anything whatsoever.












The world famous Barbie, from the “Best from Waste” 8th runner up entry Snowfall n Barbie, is being put on sale. The doll, considered by some as the most beautiful ever made, has been entirely made by hand with painstaking detail. Designer attire made from custom ordered fabric, expensive diamond jewelry and the latest “in-fashion” hairdo make the Barbie all the more exclusive. This one of a kind prized possession will go under the hammer on New Years eve. Bids start from a Trillion Trillion dollars. Entry for bidding by Invitation only.

Updates on the "Helmets save lives........" thing............:)

Well, no post for a long time. A lot of time for introspection, vocal chord relaxation, adrenaline preservation and lunatic fits. Rather lets have an ordered list.

1. All scratches and bruises have healed already.

2. The wound on my left leg has healed well. Hope that the stitches come off in the New Year.

3. For whatever reasons i thought that my bike was totaled. well those reasons can rest at the bottom of the deepest snake pit in arabia. the gear lever (which penetrated my leg) and the indicators have been set right. The headlight stock and the fairing will have to be replaced.

4. Have started walking around a bit more without any agony and even played couple of games of table tennis..;)

Waiting for the day when the status goes from walking fit to drumming fit!

P.S. : A huge \m/ to my family and friends for obvious reasons. You are the best!

Helmets save lives.............cause i ain't dead!!!!

Met with an accident day before yesterday!
same old stereotype script.

1. I was doing 60kph on a bad road and down hill.
2. Three dudes, from the other end on one bike with no head light. Wrong fucking side!
3. To avoid them, i dodged them at close range and hit the deck hard.
4. My gear lever tore through my shoe and took a chunk of muscle out of the sole of my left leg.
5. Scratches and bruises all over the body.
6. Myles (thats my Pulsar) was totaled.
7. Dudes on the other bike apologized and took me to the hospital and got me bandaged.
8. Band mates and friends are taking care of me and helping me get back on my feet. \m__m/ to Chirayu, Vinay and Akshay.
9. Special thanks to Dr. Karan of Bharati Hospital for stitching me back without getting guttural screams out of my belly .
10. Told not to move for 3 days. My idea of mother fucking hell!
11. Last word, my head and my specs were intact and unscathed even after going through 4 somersaults over bare rocks. I love my helmet!!!!

What this has done is, put a full stop to all my plans to play with my band on the huge Mantra stage at IIT Powai........bollocks!!!!..............while i am stuck at my flat here in Pune, MotherJane, Ensiferum and Indian Ocean will rock the Mood Indigo crowd, not knowing that Pune's biggest head banger (literally and figuratively) is compelled to stay docked at home!

Still, lets say "Best of Luck, Skepsis! Tear the stage apart!".............We will Rise........

Death whispered a lullaby!

Of late, metal lyrics that i listen to have become a bit monotonous. I was losing faith in the song writing abilities of bands , when this little known band from Sweden (ahem!) Opeth splattered all over my hard drive and monitor, and tore my illusion to pieces.

The following song, from their Damnation record from 2003, is as beautiful a piece of poetry as a song. enjoy!....\m__m/

Death whispered a lullaby....................

Out on the road there are fireflies circling
Deep in the woods, where the lost souls hide
Over the hill there are men returning
Trying to find some peace of mind
Sleep my child

Under the fog there are shadows moving
Don't be afraid, hold my hand
Into the dark there are eyelids closing
Buried alive in the shifting sands
Sleep my child

Speak to me now and the world will crumble
Open a door and the moon will fall
All of your life all your memories
Go to your dreams, forget it all
Sleep my child

Another one of my favourites, is "Benighted" from their 1999 record "Still Life".

Benighted.........

Come into this night
Here we'll be gone
So far away
From our weak and crumbling lives
Come into this night
When days are done
Lost and astray
In what's vanished from your eyes

What came and distorted your sight
Saw you benighted by your fright

Come into this night
Your plight alone
Carry your weight
You are flawed as all of us
Come into this night
Your only home
It's never too late
To repent, suffer the loss

What came and distorted your sight
Saw you benighted by your fright

What came and distorted your sight
Saw you benighted by your fright

Come into this night
When you're able
To undo your deeds
And atone with your lonely soul
Once you're into this night
All minds are stable
Forget all your needs
Lose the grip of all control


I could only wish, that in all of my remaining life, i could write a lyric, which would be as simple and touching, at the same time being as dark and reaching as this one. For now, i am working on it.

Our Jimmy rocks..............hard!!!!!!!!

sunday is the day to crank it all up, right to 11. Thats what the three of us did. Ameya, Chirayu and me were down to our stupidest and came up with this. dedicated to our own Mithun-da and his offspring , Mimoh "Jimmy" Chakraborty. Enjoy!

Our Jimmy rocks...............:D



he is got the moves
hes got the talks
oh my, here he comes
Our Jimmy rocks

[chorus]
so tell me
Jimmy
why not jimmy
why jimmy
why not jimmy

his hair's a mess
voice gives you shocks
oh my dear, here he comes
(and) our jimmy rocks

[chorus]
so tell me
Jimmy
why not jimmy
why jimmy
why not jimmy

(silence with no instruments, just chords on the acoustic guitar.)

just like his dad
he'll make it to the top
mithun's faded out
but our jimmy rocks

(garba rhythm)
Jimmy, ekla chalo re
Mithun bole, Jimmy ko bole,
Ekla chalo re!

he's dashin
he's fast
he fights to the end
he stand to the last

[chorus]
so tell me
Jimmy
why not jimmy
why jimmy
why not jimmy

(preferably in a south Indian accent)

ladies are made for him
jeans,skirts,bikinis frocks
he's done them all
oh yeah he rocks

yenna rasacala
mind it!

[chorus]
so tell me
Jimmy
why not jimmy
why jimmy
why not jimmy

P.S.: This is a real tribute from long standing members of The Chakraborty Clan Fan Club!!!