Is there no prayer that works
For a restless imagination and lonely heart
Is there no way to reach the end
When you face pain even before you start
Thursday, April 29, 2010
I've Been Had
Shrieks?
I burnt your curtains
Broke your telly
And smashed your face
I should’ve known better
The beginning of the hunt
Always comes
To the end of the chase.
I would kill
If I knew what I wanted
So far gone
This is my reward
No more lies, only anger
I’ve been had
I burnt your curtains
Broke your telly
And smashed your face
I should’ve known better
The beginning of the hunt
Always comes
To the end of the chase.
I would kill
If I knew what I wanted
So far gone
This is my reward
No more lies, only anger
I’ve been had
Life In Delhi
I came to Delhi last.
From train windows
I grew childhood associations
From Delhi, I went the most
In all four directions
And returned to rest
In Delhi, I grew the most
From boyish wastrel
To the husk of a man In those windows
I kept my signs
From those rooftops I painted designs
(Needless to say, on the sky)
On those staircases
I heard voices
Stopped to pee
I miss those elevators
That never seem to work
In these colleges
I learnt to rock
From these markets
I learnt wholesale talk
On these roads
I learnt to ride
I also broke a tibia and fibula
- period.
From train windows
I grew childhood associations
From Delhi, I went the most
In all four directions
And returned to rest
In Delhi, I grew the most
From boyish wastrel
To the husk of a man In those windows
I kept my signs
From those rooftops I painted designs
(Needless to say, on the sky)
On those staircases
I heard voices
Stopped to pee
I miss those elevators
That never seem to work
In these colleges
I learnt to rock
From these markets
I learnt wholesale talk
On these roads
I learnt to ride
I also broke a tibia and fibula
- period.
Dig-ability Factor
The prophets say the markets push
The agents talk through their pocket linings
The artists create volumes of space
But only time tells tales of success
The agents talk through their pocket linings
The artists create volumes of space
But only time tells tales of success
What Am I Writing
Beginnings, ends, middles; all notes over ten years. Imperfect prose, shorthand prose, easy poetry, involved illustrations, ruled copybooks and a stagnant pool of paper that is going nowhere. Maybe now I can get some fish in it.
More promises to myself to write down some angst and grudging portions of my childhood. Abuses of power that children notice, jading of younger energies in people already dead — social vampires who move unknowing through circles, sapping energy in the twilight.
Statement of Purpose?
ANTI-NOTICE
I don’t have any product to push
I don’t have any dogs to distribute
I don’t have a business to run
And I don’t have any furniture to sell
Therefore, you don’t have a reason to read this
And it’s best we never met
I don’t have any product to push
I don’t have any dogs to distribute
I don’t have a business to run
And I don’t have any furniture to sell
Therefore, you don’t have a reason to read this
And it’s best we never met
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Messiah: The Second Testament to Punk Rock In New Delhi India
Five years back, Messiah supplied The Antidote to the rapidly developing formulae rock all around us. Sick of cover bands and heavy metal’s scared shitless intellectual content, they did their own music, our way!
Not that it was easy, from the manure beds of the Delhi college band scene, the band grew independent of trend. Experimenting with a bizarre range of selective covers and always with an emphasis on making our own songs, everything they played eventually ended up sounding like Messiah music. While they bandied categories like punk, grunge, alternative and new wave, everything was still distinctly Messiah — raw, in-your-face, and markedly different from everyone else. So too, were the regulars who followed the band’s progress simply because they were tired of what was all too easy to be real music.
The band grew from an on-stage trio to add a 3-member road crew, picked up a minor but dedicated following in Mumbai (Thanks Rishu!) and against all apprehension, awkward instances and disapprobation from fellow ‘experienced’ bands when they went into the studio to record The Antidote.
After recording the first album, The Antidote, life finally caught up with the trio. College was over, careers were calling and while attentions were divided amid these, things cooled down for the band. After a 5-year hiatus wherein Mickey (Bass) and Sumit (Drums) became professional sound engineers and Kush (Guitar, Vocals) added degrees to his educational qualifications, it was the intermittent jams that kept the name alive. After all, jamming together had got under the band members’ skin, like blood.
Now with careers, parents, girlfriends and everyone connected assured that the trio were not a dead-loss-to-humanity, the band is together again with new-found maturity, skill, equipment, strength and the same old purity of purpose. All that was needed was a trigger on the event horizon.
It happened and the band is back with a brand new single, Boys Don’t Cry, and pleasantly surprised at their brevity in the face of the same old insanity; a new and improved method to their madness; if you will. Still, at the heart is the same old Messiah, hunkered under new musical muscle, promise!
