The Show Must Go on

"There must have been some mistake

I didn't mean to let them take my soul

Am I too Old,is it too late?"

---Pink FLoyd(The Show Must Go On)

The Show, The booming acoustics, the Excited drumbeats, The ever-spiralling crescendos and de-crescendos

of life on stage...The Amplifiers Boom, the curtains lift ever so slowly,we're Impatient to begin...

Storm the crowd,Energy bursting forth, come on...come on...Louder...cheer us...We're on top of the world

.................Why are we so high on adrenaline? Its been hours...My muscles are aching...Can't go

on this way forever...suspended animation...I'm a stage bug...Don't I have another life? Everything's blurred

-The faces,the hopes,the dreams...I'm just a guitar-wielding tiring machine....I won't remember the next song,

No,I'm losing my grip,I will fail my fans...no...

"Where's the feeling gone? Will I remember the song?"

There, we are drawing to a close, slowly, the strumming gets gentler...we ease the pressure on the Vocal cords..

Its been hours...but sweeter hours never before....I can hear the reverberation from the walls...Our names...

our music...our notes...our beats...We're serene on top of the world...the adrenaline recedes...we're calmer now...

The last notes fade away...The echoes from the last cheer...Swansong...The curtains droop gently again...we disappear

In our last blaze of glory...We're gone,but our soul will haunt the stage forever...The show will never end..Even

when all the players disappear..even when the last man standing falls to his grave to rest....

"The Show Must Go On............."

Pseudo-Intellectuals

"Philosophy...Comes under the aegis of Thinking at the 17th level, where the supraconscious Brain is linked to........

........Leave me alone, do you understand? I have too much to think about, too much going about in my life, it's hell,You know,

I like him but he's so enamoured with me,it spoils my mood,takes away from the despair........"

Just like paint, which comes off when scraped slightly, peeling off to show a bland interior underneath the gaudy outward appearance

An artificially made-up image is only skin-deep,even less maybe. Yes, we all want to think we're way superior, humbled only

at times when we meet greater people,but there is this prevalent idea that putting on a pompous,holier-than-thou attitude

can win you respect in society. Irksome. Most of these so-called intellectuals, derive their amazing store of knowledge from

a handful of books, many of them paperbacks selling at a dozen for Rs.100 at railway stations. All kinds of amazing self-

improvement guides, wonderful spiritual upliftments, Impressive thoughts....Fraudulent, waxy,artificial in 99 out of 100 cases.

Gilded treasure chests, but empty inside....

Upliftment does not come from acting overly high-handed. Lift the self, the pettinesses, the monstrosities,the inactions,

Rid the angst, rise and shine, and there will be a day when True usefulness will fill you....

".................You know how it is with me, I detest such low activities, I'm sure I can do much better....Anna Karenina?Sure,

read it when I was eight years old, Some French author, isn't it? Antoine something?......"

Diary of a schizophrenic

I see the light,streaming in

filling me with joy, schoolboy glee,

aah candy bars and alcohol,

teenage and adolescent sweetness

strawberries and plums,

scented apples,Movie hall-leather....

......

Storm....dire storm...shipwrecked...NO, save me, I don't want to die..no, no please, no more pain, no syringes

I'm not mad, No, no stop, help,no......

.......Living on chartered planes and yatchs

Luxury homes and pick-me-ups,split AC,

foaming baths, Plasma screen,

blue lamborghini, rolex gold,

silver fox..arctic.blue...

No, I don't want to be the mundane worker,

NOT the daily chores,no please, no more,

no more bread-n'-butter, no more rent,no

No more office, no please please,..

Give me my dreams to feed, no more asylum bars,

..Don't put me on a leash...

I'm not MAD....