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OBELIX
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Jupiter Cafe

Here’s something which was published in The Hindu a few days ago, which made me feel very good…I dunno about how you would feel…
According to a study done by the United Kingdom Rail Union, Aslef, more and more professionals are quitting their professions to become…hold your breaths… train drivers! These professionals, from fields like teaching, journalism, science, and so on, earn their living by driving trains. No, they did not suck at their jobs…when asked, they’ll probably mumble something about the pay being really good, and that they don’t have to worry about their job once their shift is over. But what seems to be the actual reason behind this migration, is a completion of, what is for many, a childhood ambition…to be an engine driver. A dream which seems to be ingrained in British kids from the time I knew them, which is the first time I picked up an Enid Blyton book…

Oh, how I would love to return to a life, uncomplicated and uncluttered! No Portals of Hell to blast my brains out, no cheap bastards to scramble ‘em, and no desires to run away with my girl to garnish my scrambled brains with Betel juice and fenugreek…

After much deliberation, (read as, “after being beaten up by a number of people”) I have come to the conclusion that my attempts at writing poetry (to read the only resemblance to poetry on this blog, click here…and maybe here) SUCK, so now I rely on other people’s poetry to bring out my thoughts. Presenting the lyrics of Jupiter Café, by Thermal and a Quarter, a Bangalore based band.
To take you back to another time…a time where reality was overwritten by a make believe world.

Must have heard the story,
Of Jack and the Beanstalk
Seeds of his destiny,
In exchange of livestock.

We climbed it up,
Yes everyday,
With the treasure ran away.
And we never left
Jupiter Café

It was more than just a ginger bread house
You could go away, but never leave
Reality crumbled like a cookie,
Left its pieces at the door
We flew to Betelgeuse everyday
Not bothered about the hell to pay
And we never left
Jupiter Café

Flying around the solar system
Spinnin’ moons just roll on by
Not for the world
We would miss them
After all, it just the mind’s eye

Would you come in with me today
Can’t promise more than what I say
You may never want to leave,
Jupiter Cafe

A couple of songs

And for today, a few songs I've spoken about, on this space
John Lennon - Imagine
Thats the song whose lyrics that appear at the head of the page

Bob Dylan - All i really wanna do
See here for the post...and I'm sorry, I couldn't find a free link to download this song...can anybody help me?

Aerosmith - Dream on
Click here for the post

By the way, let me know if any of the links don't work...i have a dialup connection, and could'nt check any of the links...and to download the song, right-click the link, and click "Save target as".
yours truly
bheja fry

Welcome to the Jungle....
next time you come to this space of maddeningly irritating sense of humour, be sure to check out my graffiti wall...its on the side bar, right after the archives and previous posts thingy...

The scariest thing

Just heard the scariest thing I’ve heard in a long time: the scream of a woman being beaten up by her drunken husband. The scream was chilling to the bones, for chrissakes…I dare not wonder what was going on behind those closed doors, but I'm pretty sure it couldn’t have been very pretty. The very thought of the scream still sends a shiver down my spine…the scream was so scary that I actually broke off the conversation, and ran away from the place…people out there, tell me I can help them. Though (obviously) they don’t admit it, I'm sure the family would gladly take any sort of remedial action against the crazy husband…is it within my rights to approach an NGO and ask them to intervene?

this is the end

Mr. Bheja Fry

Mr Bheja Fry
died yesterday, of natural causes.

His death was attributed to a lifetime of wierd humour, and bheja frying.

May his soul rest in peace.

Something like Bheja Fry

And today, time for some classic bheja fry…

To be in an igloo, with a monkey who keeps all his money in the ground, is the biggest ambition of my life. Screw the IIT training.

To want a giraffe, for whom I have to build a really tall room, is an idea which strikes me as really fun…maybe not for the giraffe, though…be kinda difficult for him to get out…oh, wait a minute, I forgot to build a door. Screw the IIT training.

And for a final third…anyone waking up to the sounds of Mowgli (of Jungle Book) singing “the Bear Necessities” along with Baloo the bear, come to the jungles of my mind.