Tuesday, August 18, 2009

revisiting old ones

To dream the impossible dream,
To fight the unbeatable foe,
To bear with unbearable sorrow,
To run where the brave dare not go...

Courtesy: Kapil

iRage

To become world's biggest investment fund and engulf most of the arbitrage opportunities in different spheres of investments including financial markets, with a majority share in all.

Believe in your dreams, and they may come true
Believe in yourself, and your dreams will come true

Friday, August 14, 2009

Picture this

A asks B, how much is much?
B says, this much is much.
A asks again to B, why this much is much?
B recites the following:

Ten little indian boys went out to dine
one choked his little self and then there were nine
Nine little indian boys sat up very late
one overslept himself and then there were eight
Eight little indian boys travelling to Devon
one said he'd stay there and then there were seven
Seven little indian boys chopping up sticks
one chopped himself in halves and then there were six
Six little indian boys playing with a hive
a bumblebee stung one and then there were five
Five little indian boys going in for law
one got in chancery and then there were four
Four little indian boys going out to sea
a red herring swallowed one and then there were three
Three little indian boys walking in the zoo
a big bear hugged one then there were two
Two little indian boys sitting in the sun
one got frizzled up and then there was one
One little indian boy left all alone
he went and hanged himself and then there were none

Wondering...who's B?

Saturday, August 08, 2009

bullet for thought

Ever imagined how it would be to get shot by the savior for nothing? The meaning of life can suddenly become very strange in few moments. Indeed.

Wednesday, August 05, 2009

A few of them

Nothing lasts forever...especially profits!

Whatever goes up, comes down...especially profits!

So beautiful!

Never realized before...but so so beautiful!

Im waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime
Reflecting on my past life and it doesnt have much time
Cos at 5 oclock they take me to the gallows pole
The sands of time for me are running low

When the priest comes to read me the last rites
I take a look through the bars at the last sights
Of a world that has gone very wrong for me

Can it be theres some sort of error
Hard to stop the surmounting terror
Is it really the end not some crazy dream

Somebody please tell me that Im dreaming
Its not so easy to stop from screaming
But words escape me when I try to speak
Tears they flow but why am I crying
After all I am not afraid of dying
Dont believe that there is never an end

As the guards march me out to the courtyard
Someone calls from a cell God be with you
If theres a God then why has he let me die?

As I walk all my life drifts before me
And though the end is near Im not sorry
Catch my soul cos its willing to fly away

Mark my words please believe my soul lives on
Please dont worry now that I have gone
Ive gone beyond to see the truth

When you know that your time is close at hand
Maybe then youll begin to understand
Life down there is just a strange illusion.

Friday, July 17, 2009

JLT

When I grow up...
...I'm gonna fly the fastest planes ever built...
...make the biggest movies ever...
...and be the richest man in the world.
The way of the future. 

Saturday, July 04, 2009

Thaali

एक थाली मे चार चपाती, फिर भी कभी न मुझको भाति |
चपाती खाना है मुश्किल, क्यूंकि चारो ने है कुछ ठानी |
एक को सब्जी पसंद नही आती, एक को घी से आनाकानी |
पर चपाती का है मुझसे रिश्ता निराला, पर शायद इसीलिए हमेशा मुश्किल मे डाला |

Monday, June 29, 2009

Back from Pieces in peace

You ready?! Lets go!
Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all about
It's like this y'all (c'mon!)

This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!

Mike! - He doesn't need his name up in lights
He just wants to be heard whether it's the beat or the mic
He feels so unlike everybody else, alone
In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him
But fuck em, he knows the code
It's not about the salary
It's all about reality and making some noise
Makin the story - makin sure his clique stays up
That means when he puts it down Tak's pickin it up! let's go!

Who the hell is he anyway?
He never really talks much
Never concerned with status but still leavin them star struck
Humbled through opportunities given to him despite the fact
That many misjudge him because he makes a livin from writin raps
Put it together himself, now the picture connects
Never askin for someone's help, to get some respect
He's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach
And now when it all unfolds, the skill of an artist

It's just twenty percent skill
Eighty percent fear
Be one hundred percent clear cause Ryu is ill
Who would've thought that he'd be the one to set the west in flames
And I heard him wreckin with The Crystal Method, "Name Of The Game"
Came back dropped Megadef, took em to church
I like bleach man, why you have the stupidest verse?
This dude is the truth, now everybody be givin him guest spots
His stock's through the roof I heard he fuckin with S. Dot!

They call him Ryu The Sick
And he's spittin fire with Mike
Got him out the dryer he's hot
Found him in Fort Minor with Tak
Been a fuckin annihilist porcupine
He's a prick, he's a cock
The type woman want to be with, and rappers hope he get shot
Eight years in the makin, patiently waitin to blow
Now the record with Shinoda's takin over the globe
He's got a partner in crime, his shit is equally dope
You wont believe the kind of shit that comes out of this kid's throat

Tak! - He's not your everyday on the block
He knows how to work with what he's got
Makin his way to the top
People think its a common owners name
People keep askin him was it given at birth
Or does it stand for an acronym?
No he's livin proof, Got him rockin the booth
He'll get you buzzin quicker than a shot of vodka with juice
Him and his crew are known around as one of the best
Dedicated to what they doin give a hundred percent

Forget Mike - Nobody really knows how or why he works so hard
It seems like he's never got time
Because he writes every note and he writes every line
And I've seen him at work when that light goes on in his mind
It's like a design is written in his head every time
Before he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme
And those motherfuckers he runs with, those kids that he signed?
Ridiculous, without even trying, how do they do it?!