THE END

This is "THE" song of the month~

The End ~ The Doors

This is the end

Beautiful friend

This is the end

My only friend, the end

Of our elaborate plans, the end

Of everything that stands, the end

No safety or surprise, the end

Ill never look into your eyes...again

Can you picture what will be

So limitless and free

Desperately in need...of some...strangers hand

In a...desperate land

Lost in a roman...wilderness of pain

And all the children are insane

All the children are insane

Waiting for the summer rain, yeah

Theres danger on the edge of town

Ride the kings highway, baby

Weird scenes inside the gold mine

Ride the highway west, baby

Ride the snake, ride the snake

To the lake, the ancient lake, baby

The snake is long, seven miles

Ride the snake...hes old, and his skin is cold

The west is the best

The west is the best

Get here, and well do the rest

The blue bus is callin us

The blue bus is callin us

Driver, where you taken us

The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on

He took a face from the ancient gallery

And he walked on down the hall

He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he

Paid a visit to his brother, and then he

He walked on down the hall, andAnd he came to a door...and he looked inside

Father, yes son, I want to kill you

Mother...i want to...f**k you

Cmon baby, take a chance with us

Cmon baby, take a chance with us

Cmon baby, take a chance with us

And meet me at the back of the blue bus

Doin a blue rockOn a blue busDoin a blue rock

Cmon, yeah

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill

This is the end

Beautiful friend

This is the end

My only friend, the end

It hurts to set you free

But youll never follow me

The end of laughter and soft lies

The end of nights we tried to die

This is the end

Tomorrow's a Monday

you know i wonder why the bugs are always attracted to the light.
there are like a thousand bugs under the little yellow lamp in my room.
there were bugs last night as well under the same lamp. when i went to sleep last night i switched the lamp off and when i woke up in the morning i saw that all the bugs were lying dead under the lamp and then the maid came and swept them away. this woman is new and she's a bit wierd, but thats ok. the previous made ran away and got married and then her husband wanted money from her folks and they couldnt give it and so he left her at her folks place.that was about two months ago.she was still there till yesterday.now she's in the ESI hospital right next to my house 'cause she swallowed poison.

jim morrison says "our days are bright..
and filled with pain..."

i wonder whether the bugs know that they'll be dead before morning...you know what i think..i think they're aware of it and thats why they want to be around the light even if it artificial 'cause they'll be dead before sunrise...they wont be able to see the lightof the day anymore,thats why.
bugs bugs and more bugs..i also wonder why Bugs Bunny is named "Bugs"...

i found out yesterday that i like honey..yeah its wierd but thats ok. i like honey..there was a huge jar of honey lying on the table and i was drawn to it like some unknown force..and i tasted it, and it wasnt like i was tasting it for the first time but i really liked it, more than i had ever liked it. well i guess thats happens, you tend to like things a little more and a little less at different times of your life.

i'm going on a trip to the sunderbans for 3 days from the 8th to the 10th of december. its a compulsory school trip for the geography students.
my dad's paranoid and he thinks the sunderbans are really dangerous and he says he's going to talk to the principal about the security on the trip.yeah...he's wierd i know..but thats ok.

morrison says ..."is everybody in?
wake up!!.."

yeah yeah i'm awake.
awake.
shake the dreams from your hair he says.
[the monotonous drum beat continues with the occasional fill-ins]
imagine it.close your eyes and do it.

today.
rick's grandfather expired.
he was eighty-something.
went there in the morning and then the doctor came and wrote a "death certificate" for him.
for christ sake, what the fuck is this world coming to...the guy's dead for crying out loud...you need a bloody certificate to prove that he's dead!
sometimes somethings really really piss me off...sometimes somethings pisses everybody off.
then they decorated him with white flowers and then everybody sat and talked about how he died in his sleep and how he was normal yesterday and then the relatives started arriving..
two of them...no actually three cried..others didnt.
after an hour people had started to talk about other things..it was wierd...though this time it wasnt ok.
a man had died...but you know..he was old...it was his time...hell yeah.it was his time...huh..
then the people came with the car and they brought the stretcher thingy.
and then...
this woman was standing there and they were bringing dadu in the stretcher thingy and she was in their way and the stretcher was about to touch her and she saw that and she literally ran out of the way because she didnt want the stretcher with the dead old man on it to touch her.
i felt sick.
yeah i felt sick...no comments on this ..you do the commenting.

so anyway
people are born and people die...
though..
i never wanna die under a caption that says..
"17 were killed"...

so jim morrison said "something something taxi/cab to some place something and then something"

alright.
i need sleep.

A SEQUEL TO LIFE

When i died it was just another thing.
I was kind of looking up to it from the moment i knew i was going to die.
You know we always talked of the inevitable end being death and shit like that and we make a big deal out of it but seriously, it was nothing like that.
it was just another thing. like um...like brushing you teeth, or maybe.. chewing some kind of food which is in your mouth.yeah.just like that.

actually i would never have known that i'm dead, if it wasnt for Ming.
I had this funny sensation in my stomach, you know the ones you get when your on the giant wheel and when its descending from the topmost point..one of those and thats it.

i was like what the..? and then i saw Ming.

i had first met Ming when i was 7 years old.
She used to live in the same complex i used to. so we often played games together. she was my first friend...as in friend...you know what i'm saying?..yeah. ok.
so we used to hang out together.i never knew she had asthma. when she died my mother told me what exactly asthma was and etc.
i was 9 when she died..and so was she.
and
i was 24 when i died..she was still 9.


so when i saw Ming in her red dress, white panty-hoes and black ballerina shoes i thought it was just another dream like the ones i used to have after her death but she told me and made me realise that i had actually died.
so i was like.."so thats it..i'm dead?"...and she nodded, her dark hair falling over her eyes and covering them completely.

You know the wierd thing about dying is the fact that you never know where exactly you are.I mean the place. i can never tell where exactly i am. which state, which country. heaven? hell?
Theres nothing called "Heaven" or "Hell"...
Theres no God or Satan...nothing.....trust me....hello! i'm dead!

its like your walking through a fog so thick that everyhthing seems like a a freshly painted empty room of a house where nobody's moved in yet or somebody has moved out. everything looks and feels clean, it smells clean as well. there is no air to breathe, no dust particles in the air, no shadows..but a constant whisper, like you can hear someone talking in a different room and your trying to find out the source of the sound so your always looking for something..atleast thats what i feel.

i dont know if i'm a ghost or not. i dont think i am...so i asked Ming if i was.. we were ghosts...
she didnt think we were.
i asked her what were we supposed to do.. now that we were dead..
she said that she didnt know.
nobody knew. she told me i'de get used to it...she had.

so i thought... this was it.
death...the other side of life.
i wonder why i didnt meet other dead people as well.
like i wanted to meet many peopl actually...starting off with kurt cobain and leonardo da vinci..and many others but that never happened.
it was just Ming and I.
I never feel tired, i never feel lonely, i never feel frustrated...nothing..its wierd.
actually you wont understand now...just wait alright? just...wait.

Arriving Somewhere But Not Here

put one foot in front of the other in one straight line, if one foot falls crooked
then turn around, retrace your steps back and you would reach the starting line.
start from there again, as the man with the loud voice tells you to do that.
when i was in your place, things were different because the man was never there.
i remember i held my own hand and started to stroll from the finishing line and reached the end which was the beginning, but i didnt care and so and still, i was placed on the topmost stand and given a bouquet of tulips...simply because i liked tulips.
they didnt dry up for a week..... i was waiting.

you told me you have a blank page now
you think should you fill it up with words somehow?




so i tell you that
once i trapped a white flame in my hands, long ago
and it helped me to think so i never let it go.

until now, as i dont need it anymore

there is a tune in my head which keeps going louder and softer and changing with every step i take,
i'm addicted to it and i cannot continue going without it, neither can i stop
because it compells me to believe that i can arrive somwhere/anywhere..
but not here. .