Dark Heart Dawning

I really love this song. The video is not exactly what I had in mind for this song, but unfortunately couldn't find anything better. Let the song play, close your eyes and listen.



Lyrics are as follows:

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It's all good...

Clever clap of lightning
Flash before the sound
The dark heart is dawning
There's no one else around

Violate me like an animal
Like you always do
While the dark heart is dawning
And the sky is as black as you

I came up in it
I crash down in it
It's all good
I feel complete in it
I black out in it
It's all good
[x2]

Burning branches of synaptic fire
Surf the serotonin swells
While the dark heart is dawning
And cuts the wound that nothing quells
Impotent in your hatred
I've been cut but never bled
Though your dark heart is dawning
This child can see a light ahead

Though I came up in it
I'm not defined by it
It's all good
I felt complete in it
now cuttin free of it
It's all good

And in the age of love, you came and split my heart
And in the rage of love, you taught the joy in pain
And in the age of love, I found my sacred place
Where I can hide
from the dark heart that's dawning
like now...

from the dark heart that's dawning

And in the age of love, you came and split my heart
And in the rage of love, you taught the joy in pain
And in the age of love, I found my sacred place
Where I can hide
from the dark heart that's dawning
like now...

Dark Heart Dawning
Calm's still coming
Waves keep rising
Time keeps takin her time
[x2]

My top 5 at this point in time

1. "Orestes" by A Perfect Circle
2. "Spiral" by Godsmack
3. "I'm no Angel" by Dido
4. "As sure as the sun" by Black Rebel Motorcyle Club
5. "Dark Heart Dawning" by BT

This subject to change without prior notice.

Don't think I can keep this up much longer

I'm starting to tire - of everything.

This is one of the best songs ever

Lyrics are as follows:

Metaphor for a missing moment
Pull me in to your perfect circle

One womb
One shame
One resolve

Liberate this will
To release us all

Gotta cut away, clear away
Snip away and sever this
Umbilical residue,
Keeping me from killing you

And from pulling you down with me here,
I can almost hear you scream

Give me one more medicated peaceful moment
Give me one more medicated peaceful moment

And I don't wanna feel this
Overwhelming hostility
I don't wanna feel this
Overwhelming hostility

Gotta cut away, clear away
Snip away and sever this
Umbilical residue

Gotta cut away, clear away
Snip away and sever this
Umbilical residue,
Keeping me from killing you

Snip away and sever this

Keeping me from killing you

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Orestes was the son of Agamemnon and Clytemnestre (sorry about the names, not sure about them since i'm no greek). Clytemnestre along with her lover Aeghistus murdered Agamemnon at his return from Troy, and attempted to kill her own son. His sister Elektra managed to have Orestes escape to Mount Parnassus. Eight years later, he was ordered by the Oracle of Delphi to return to Athens and slay his mother and her lover, which he eventually did with the help of his sister. The Gods, upset about that maricide, sent the Erynies to torture him. He eventually got forgiven his murder during a trial Athena organised, and went on to become king of Mycenae, Argos and Laconia, before dying of a snake bite in Arcadia.

What is a "bad feeling" ?

I am driving a 1.9 litre, 90 bhp, 4 cylinder inline, turbocharged diesel at approximately 180 kmph @ 4000 rpm and suddenly a slow moving bus pulls onto the road in front of me.

I am pissed because I like to drive and drive fast. Now I have to slow down. Bad feeling. It gets better. Wait for it.

This car weighs about 1.3 tonnes. 1.3 tonnes when barrelling down the road at 180 kmph has a shit load of momentum going for it. I need a fair bit of stopping power to slow down let alone stop. This car doesn't have Anti Lock Braking. Neither does it have Electronic Brake Distribution. Nor does it have Air Bags. It has seat belts, but being the stud that I am, I am not wearing them.

Given this bit of information, I put my foot on the brake pedal and push down hard. It feels like I stepped on a banana peel. I can feel the disc brakes on the front wheels trying to stop the wheels from spinning, the operative word there being - "trying". I can feel the drum brakes on the rear wheels literally sliding off the wheels, fighting to create some sort of friction.

This is not my imagination. I felt the brake pedal pulse beneath my feet and there are only a limited number of known causes which will have that effect.

I know I am getting close to the bus, but I don't seem to be going any slower.

Since I am here recounting my experience it is obvious that I managed to make it out of that situation alive. You know how people say, when faced with near death situations, your life flashes before your eyes in slow motion.

Trust me, at 180 kmph nothing happens in slow motion. There's no time for slow motion.

Now, that is pretty much as bad as a feeling can possibly get.

Art of Multitasking

People always say Time Management is the key. And the key to Time Management is Multitasking.

I have a problem. I have to manage my time at home.

Between fairly important activities like consuming food for my survival, extremely important activity of watching House M.D and this very annoying activity of avoiding conversations with my mom.

Before you jump to conclusions and decide that I'm an insensitive jerk, you must know that I am just about 25 years and 6 months old and all conversations with mommy invariably lead to when I am willing to get hitched and end with me raising my voice and me serving myself cold dinner.

So, I figured I need to do something about this.

What do I do ?

Simple, combine the above mentioned activities to occur simultaneously. I started having dinner while watching House M.D hoping that the sight of me in front of my comp will discourage my mommy from indulging in any sort of conversation. Then she made me realise that I'm not the only one capable of raising voices.

First instinct would be shout back at her and prolong the torture. But I didn't. This is where my genius brain kicks in.

I don't raise MY voice. I just increase the volume on my comp. Clever huh. It's one thing for my mom to compete with me on who has the louder voice, but with 2.1 creative speakers doing the work for me - she's toast.

If you think Love is the work of god, Genius is the work of the devil.

Wow - I actually kinda like the sound of that.

My day @ work

I am bored.
I want to sleep.
Huh !!!
What day is today ?
Which movie is releasing this Friday ?
What time should I have coffee ?
What kind of coffee should I have ?
How many times have I checked my mail today ?
Yaaawwwnnn .....
I need a new mobile.
I have to change my car.
What the hell am I doing here ?

If I am thinking any one of the above mentioned thoughts, it can mean only one thing.

I am in office.

Do not make the mistake of assuming that my presence in office means I am working. Oh no. One of the advantages of working for a credit desk when international credit markets are on the floor is, I get paid for free.

It's like space time continuity ceases to exist when I am in office. Every day is like a deja vu of the previous day in office.

Which leads me to question, what the hell am I doing here ?

Moral #$^%&

The word which I'm cleverly trying to censor is Police.

"Moral Police" - I've been hearing a fair bit about this nowadays. Didn't really bother about it until it found it's way to Singara Chennai - specifically Marina Beach.

Apparently families, and by that I mean dad with mom and kid, who come to Marina beach for recreation are increasingly encountering heterosexual couples who also visit Marina beach for recreation but of an adult nature. Apparently, a guy and a girl holding hands in public is not allowed. So, obviously, any other part of their anatomy coming into physical contact is also not allowed.

The dad's and the mom's are apparently worried that the sight of a guy and a girl holding hands might have a detrimental effect on the development of their kid. Which makes me wonder, how did the dad and the mom manage to make a kid without going through that exercise ?

Actually, I have a better question.

Which is more likely to happen -

1. a kid watching a guy and a girl kissing on Marina beach, which is open air and rather spread out for one kid to exhaustively cover

or

2. the same kid being taken to watch Ajith's latest flick, Billa, where Nayanthara walks around in a two piece bikini and Namitha clearly has no inhibitions shaking different parts of her anatomy on a 70 mm screen.

I'm sorry but I fail to understand this.

The parents are apparently opposed to PDA. Don't worry - For all you people who are not tech savvy, like me, PDA stands for Public Display of Affection.

First time I heard that acronym, I thought it was some cool hand held device which had some new feature(s) which I couldn't even pronounce let alone understand.

Anyway, parents are obviously comfortable when their kids are exposed to soft porn on a 70 mm screen but they would absolutely not allow their kids to see a guy and a girl sit on the beach holding hands.

The Police has now joined in on this gang bang and are actually warning couples in Marine beach to mind their space and actions.

What next I wonder.

All this bullshit is hypocritical at best and cheap at worst.

Ignorance is bliss

That is so true, but also far fetched from reality and more importantly, incomplete.

If I was ignorant to the fact that there are jobs out there which will better suit my requirement as compared to my current job, I would be in a state of bliss.

If I was ignorant of the existence of the world around me, I would be in a state of bliss.

There is always an "I" and an "IF" in the statements I have made here and the one's I thought of but didn't type in here.

Tells me two things - Bliss is conditional and very subjective.

If I live in a world where I am the world, then bliss would be unconditional and universally applicable.

Since I dont ......

2007 gone on 2008

Just another calendar year. I receive this with distant enthusiasm and a distinct lack of optimism.