Walkin On..

February 8, 2008 § 2 Comments

Last… Now that I can see
The future ain’t what it used to be.
Like a poet without vision, an object of mockery
A dreamer who lost his dream to reality.

Won’t give up, though the going’s slow
I’ll trade all my footsteps for a shot at tomorrow.
Tattoo my intentions across these streets of time
And fight till the future is once again mine.

‘Cos I’m the immortal, baptized in fire.
Unable to die unless I desire,
I’m the light piercing the darkest dawn.
I’m the human spirit,
Walking on…

I’m down and so close to out
I’m the foot soldier who suffered the rout
But I’ll stand again in conquest of pain…
To walk on, as a king among men.

‘Cos I’m the immortal, baptized in fire.
Unable to die unless I desire,
I’m the light piercing the darkest dawn.
I’m the human spirit,
Walking on…

I’ll make mistakes of that I’m sure.
Lose my strength when I need more.
Taste my fear, in life’s battlefields
But I won’t trade my sword for the shield.

‘Cos I’m the immortal, baptized in fire.
Unable to die unless I desire.
I’m the light piercing the darkest dawn.
I’m the human spirit,
Walking on…

– Walk On, MotherJane



January 18, 2008 § Leave a comment

Now, there are very very few people on the planet whom I hate from every chicane and curve of my heart. And this guy is their leader.

Presenting Mad Max, the FIA chief who was ‘relieved‘ when Kimi won beating Lewis and Fernando! I believe the worst satan is he who misuses his power. Max Mosely has been doing this heroic since the days I started watching motorsports. Now, how could Formula-1 be a fair place for all teams when this man with an anti-Mclaren, anti-RD agenda, rules at the top?? As wikipedia once had it, one begins to doubt if FIA is actually Ferrari International Assistance !

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January 18, 2008 § Leave a comment

People told me life is a journey. Ithaca made me realise that it is true, but in a wierd sort of way. No pretty woman adorned my Pilani room-wall through all my fours years of graduation. Ithaca did.

When you set out on your journey to Ithaca,
Pray that the road is long,
Full of adventure, full of knowledge.

The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
The angry Poseidon — do not fear them:
You will never find such as these on your path,
If your thoughts remain lofty, if a fine-
Emotion touches your spirit and your body.

The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
The fierce Poseidon you will never encounter,
If you do not carry them within your soul,
If your soul does not set them up before you.

Pray that the road is long.
That the summer mornings are many,
When, with such pleasure, with such joy
You will enter ports seen for the first time;
Stop at Phoenician markets,and purchase fine merchandise,
Mother-of-pearl and coral, amber, and ebony,
And sensual perfumes of all kinds,
As many sensual perfumes as you can;
Visit many Egyptian cities,
To learn and learn from scholars.

Always keep Ithaca on your mind,
To arrive there is your ultimate goal.
But do not hurry the voyage at all,
It is better to let it last for many years;
And to anchor at the island when you are old,
Rich with all you have gained on the way,
Not expecting that Ithaca will offer you riches.
Ithaca has given you the beautiful voyage,
Without her you would have never set out on the road.
She has nothing more to give you.

And if you find her poor, Ithaca has not deceived you.
Wise as you have become, with so much experience,
You must already have understood what these Ithacas mean.

– Constantine .P. Cavafy

Corporate Rabit

January 17, 2008 § Leave a comment

Breathe, breathe in the air

Don’t be afraid to care
Leave, but don’t leave me
Look around
Choose your own ground

Long you live and high you fly
And smiles you’ll give and tears you’ll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be

Run, rabbit run
Dig that hole, forget the sun
And when at last the work is done
Don’t sit down
It’s time to dig another one

For long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race towards an early grave.

– Roger Waters, “Breathe” (Pink Floyd)

Above All…

January 17, 2008 § 2 Comments

One of those dreaded first days in BITS, Williams walks into 410 VK and tells us (me and Aji) about Jesus Youth of Pilani. Mass here, in the middle of the desert! Sounds unbelievable even now! But then there were these people who made it so possible. People I will never forget. Father Kurien who traveled 40 kms and always reached before all of us, Alphonse Sir, who considered all of us his family members, Williams, Jophine, Kevin and all those juniors who put in blood for arranging all kinda activities and Angel Griffy who found joy in teaching the most indifferent over a hundred beautiful hymns.

Graduating, I realize by how much was I towards the receiving end of all these… And all I can do right now is to thank you guys from the bottom of my heart…

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