Jaipur forts.....Metallica music....Abhishek Dafria.....V for Vendetta......chocolate bomb sundae...Eminem....Kurt Cobain....Albert Einstein....automobiles...V12s...penne arrabiata...my personal diary...Sports Centre...ARSENE WENGER...dancing...Young Turks..some more dancing...Shireen Bhan...shopping...redline launches!...E news!!.....Paulo Coelho...till lindeman....Princess Diana...net surfing, wiki wiki wiki!!...FOOT CREAM,FOOT SCRUB, FOOT GEL, FOOT SPRAY...enchiladas(with baked beans, american corn and extra cheese)... Captain Jack Sparrow...London Eye....Joe perry...ARSENAL FC...Hard Rock cafe....lawn Tennis....Gauri Khan....String Cheese...TT & Carrorm...Aussie beaches...swimming...JAISALMER...BoneyM....tank tops, shorts and spaghettis...velvet blankets...STAR WARS...my superbest friends...RAJPUT CULTURE....turbo-chargers...Sherlock Holmes...virgin pinacolada...Fundamentals of physics(the book...5th edition)...wild animals...THEO WALCOTT( and my heart skips a beat)...Southpark...adventure sports/water sports...some more dancing...Al Pacino...yoga...SUDOKU!!...super heroes BATMAN,SPIDER MAN, IRON MAN!!!..GO GUNNERS!...screech!wheel spinning, burnouts...cartoon network....Hollywood...[ACTION/THRILLER/COMEDY/ANIME!]...*FORZA FERRARI*...playing the acoustic guitar...Aristotle...ADE & EBOUE'S dance...MORTAL KOMBAT...3am phone calls...5 am chats!
brewing cuppa irish coffee....Tang...sugarcane juice...nimbupani!!...late nite drives @palm beach, late afternoon lunches@little italy....discovering different places...reading...Arsenal merchandise...some more reading...Scrubs...mpfi...loud mufflers...Coconut water(with the cream)... sadguru pav-bhaji(without the cream)...olive green color...Pink floyd!...kiddies... my cousins...JAIPUR PALACE...I-ROCK\m/...solitares...EA Sports...Calvin and Hobbes!!...the simpsons...rocky series....Fabregas(GO GUNNERS!)..my alter idem...Thierry Henry...mischevious eyes...bone charring handshakes!...dancing again,lots and lots of writing and yes, my name,and me,myself--ABHILASHA DAFRIA, always :)
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Friday, May 9, 2008
The Suicidal Note of Kurt Donald Cobain, 1967-1994
and this is what he wrote,more than decade ago,to us, his fans--listeners of unbelieveable guitaring and outstanding vocals....
"To Boddah
Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile complain-ee. This note should be pretty easy to understand.
All the warnings from the punk rock 101 courses over the years, since my first introduction to the, shall we say, ethics involved with independence and the embracement of your community has proven to be very true. I haven't felt the excitement of listening to as well as creating music along with reading and writing for too many years now. I feel guity beyond words about these things.
For example when we're back stage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowds begins., it doesn't affect me the way in which it did for Freddie Mercury, who seemed to love, relish in the the love and adoration from the crowd which is something I totally admire and envy. The fact is, I can't fool you, any one of you. It simply isn't fair to you or me. The worst crime I can think of would be to rip people off by faking it and pretending as if I'm having 100% fun. Sometimes I feel as if I should have a punch-in time clock before I walk out on stage. I've tried everything within my power to appreciate it (and I do,God, believe me I do, but it's not enough). I appreciate the fact that I and we have affected and entertained a lot of people. It must be one of those narcissists who only appreciate things when they're gone. I'm too sensitive. I need to be slightly numb in order to regain the enthusiasms I once had as a child.
On our last 3 tours, I've had a much better appreciation for all the people I've known personally, and as fans of our music, but I still can't get over the frustration, the guilt and empathy I have for everyone. There's good in all of us and I think I simply love people too much, so much that it makes me feel too fucking sad. The sad little, sensitive, unappreciative, Pisces, Jesus man. Why don't you just enjoy it? I don't know!
I have a goddess of a wife who sweats ambition and empathy and a daughter who reminds me too much of what i used to be, full of love and joy, kissing every person she meets because everyone is good and will do her no harm. And that terrifies me to the point to where I can barely function. I can't stand the thought of Frances becoming the miserable, self-destructive, death rocker that I've become.
I have it good, very good, and I'm grateful, but since the age of seven, I've become hateful towards all humans in general. Only because it seems so easy for people to get along that have empathy. Only because I love and feel sorry for people too much I guess.
Thank you all from the pit of my burning, nauseous stomach for your letters and concern during the past years. I'm too much of an erratic, moody baby! I don't have the passion anymore, and so remember, it's better to burn out than to fade away.
Peace, love, empathy.
Kurt Cobain
Frances and Courtney, I'll be at your alter.
Please keep going Courtney, for Frances.
For her life, which will be so much happier without me.
I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU! "
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No i dont have a gun...no i dont have a gun... -Come as you are(nirvana)
"To Boddah
Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile complain-ee. This note should be pretty easy to understand.
All the warnings from the punk rock 101 courses over the years, since my first introduction to the, shall we say, ethics involved with independence and the embracement of your community has proven to be very true. I haven't felt the excitement of listening to as well as creating music along with reading and writing for too many years now. I feel guity beyond words about these things.
For example when we're back stage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowds begins., it doesn't affect me the way in which it did for Freddie Mercury, who seemed to love, relish in the the love and adoration from the crowd which is something I totally admire and envy. The fact is, I can't fool you, any one of you. It simply isn't fair to you or me. The worst crime I can think of would be to rip people off by faking it and pretending as if I'm having 100% fun. Sometimes I feel as if I should have a punch-in time clock before I walk out on stage. I've tried everything within my power to appreciate it (and I do,God, believe me I do, but it's not enough). I appreciate the fact that I and we have affected and entertained a lot of people. It must be one of those narcissists who only appreciate things when they're gone. I'm too sensitive. I need to be slightly numb in order to regain the enthusiasms I once had as a child.
On our last 3 tours, I've had a much better appreciation for all the people I've known personally, and as fans of our music, but I still can't get over the frustration, the guilt and empathy I have for everyone. There's good in all of us and I think I simply love people too much, so much that it makes me feel too fucking sad. The sad little, sensitive, unappreciative, Pisces, Jesus man. Why don't you just enjoy it? I don't know!
I have a goddess of a wife who sweats ambition and empathy and a daughter who reminds me too much of what i used to be, full of love and joy, kissing every person she meets because everyone is good and will do her no harm. And that terrifies me to the point to where I can barely function. I can't stand the thought of Frances becoming the miserable, self-destructive, death rocker that I've become.
I have it good, very good, and I'm grateful, but since the age of seven, I've become hateful towards all humans in general. Only because it seems so easy for people to get along that have empathy. Only because I love and feel sorry for people too much I guess.
Thank you all from the pit of my burning, nauseous stomach for your letters and concern during the past years. I'm too much of an erratic, moody baby! I don't have the passion anymore, and so remember, it's better to burn out than to fade away.
Peace, love, empathy.
Kurt Cobain
Frances and Courtney, I'll be at your alter.
Please keep going Courtney, for Frances.
For her life, which will be so much happier without me.
I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU! "
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No i dont have a gun...no i dont have a gun... -Come as you are(nirvana)
Sunday, May 4, 2008
JBV MEETS OXFORD
This paraody has been written by me on the wonderful teachers of my JB Vachha High school, poking fun at their peculiarities...it is all done in good humour, with no offence meant to anyone and but obviously can be enjoyed by fellow vachhaites alone...this has already been circulating via e-mail so i thought i might as well put it up on my blog for this is one of those articles that has won me immense accolades, appreciation and made me famous...er..or is it infamous?? well,to care least,i know for one, this is my true masterpiece:)
Once jbv teachers went to oxford to attend an English lecture by prof.william shakespeare. He started wid a topic called ROMEO N JULIET.
At dis ms. sushma (SC quota) reacted: ROMEO N JULIET!!! Its pathetic! U know u should not talk abt romance in d class! I have a brother……
W.Shakespeare: but…..I…..thee…thou….thy….
Sushma: u know he’s so strict….im supposed to reach home each day by 8.30 pm OF d evening…….
Navre: (sushma India cha insult karnar…I’ve to react…) SHIT DOWN SUSHMA SHIT DOWN!
Sushma: he takes walks everyday AT 5 gardens…first from left to right….den right to left….
Vaidyanathan: ah! Inertia of direction……
Sushma: do u know d consequences? U r getting INTO my nerves now….
Gude :( I always knew I shudnt have befriended her….shes bcum a measure problem….)
Sood: look at gudes accessories. She always matches dem better dan I {luks heavenward n flaps her eyelashes} y her? Y not me?Y? Y? Y?
Navre: SHIT DOWN SUSHMA SHIT DOWN!
Shanti: navre can nvr hv hair like mine….n her gajras make her luk like phulvediya mai…ha ha ha…good joke shanti, good joke!
Vandana: hey shanti! I have hot gossip for u! I heard ms.bhumgara sleeps off in d class!!!!!!!
Shanti: kai mahantais tu?!?!?
Vandana: aguh kharas!
bhumgara: {wakes up wid a start}…repeat after me……peter n Helen….no……Romeo n Juliet….no…..peter n Romeo….no no…...{voice fades into snores}….zzzzzz……zzzzzz……..
Shanti: senior teacher! Ha ha ha…. good joke shanti, good joke!
Navre: SHIT DOWN SUSHMA SHIT DOWN!
sushma: my brother….he was born AT 19th of December of d same month as me….it was summer….dont ask me how….it was…..tats all I know…..
Vishwanathan: first she screws English now shes screwing geography…..aiyooooo…..y is she after my subjects haan?
Ramanathan: wat is going on here? I better cansaintrate on auther prablums….
1 ALLpendlible=50p.
Therefore, in 50rs. no. of ALLpendlibles=……….
Sushma:…..den on his first b’day….. He slapped me ….. bcos I was not born UNTIL dat time……so…..
Chothia : William hasn’t even noticed me….I cant believe my smile didn’t hypnotize him….I better grab his attention soon…..{moves around d class wid a wooden scale n shouts}….YOU JUNGLEEEEEESSSSSSS….LISTEN TO MR. WILLIAM….. YOU JUNGLEEEEEESSSSSSS……….
Makoogina: W.Shakespeare may speak all d good English n all tat….but look at his dressing sense! I mean….you can put a person in couture but you can never put couture in tat person…..
Navre: SHIT DOWN SUSHMA SHIT DOWN!
Sushma: once I reached home at 8.31 pm ….tat time I was in 3rd STD…..cos I was late FROM 1 min….. N he slapped me…
Vaidyanathan: ah! Newton’s third law of motion….to every action ders an equal n opposite reaction………
Benny: why is sushma telling everything abt her family….shes such a S-N-I-T-C-Hech
Rabadi: its not “Hech” its “aicH”…….
Engineer: ae zarine…..aiyan su thai che?
Khariwala: chalo chalo chalo….lets begin wid Romeo….chalo chalo chalo
Sushma:….n he didn’t KNEW u’ll teach dis…… n he will slap me…
Navre: SHIT DOWN SUSHMA SHIT DOWN!
W.Shakespeare:{frustrated} SHE ALREADY SHAT DOWN!
Rabadi: its not SHAT DOWN its SAT DOWN
W.Shakespeare: I KNOW DAMN IT! IM WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE!
Rabadi: its not Shakespeare its Shakespeare….
At dis ws gave a last look to d class which looked like dis:
Rabadi: Shakespeare…..yr tongue shud tuch d palette…sha..kes…sp…
Makoogina: rabadi may speak all d good English n all tat….but look at her dressing sense!I mean….you can put a person in couture but you can never put couture in tat
person…..
Engineer: ae zarine manaie kay nai…..
Khariwala:…. chalo chalo chalo……
Ramanthan: ……let d total no. of ALLpendlibles be x……
Chothia: u jungleeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssss…………..
Shanti: …ha ha ha…good joke shanti, good joke!
Vandana: …. dey can hv all Bed n Med degrees…but no1 can gossip like I can……..
Vishwanathan: aiyo aiyo Rama…hogaya hungama………
Sood: nobody can bat eyelashes like I can at such high velocity…..
Vaidynathan: velocity =distance/time………
Benny:……jaaaadooooo….jaaaaadoooooo……….
Bhumgara: Romeo n Helen…..no peter n Juliet…..zzzzzzz
Navre: ganpati bapa moriya! Managal murti moriya!
Sushma:…I was born at 8.32 pm….my brother slapped me……n d doctor also…..
After dis, it had become just too much to take so W.Shakespeare ran out of d class nvr returning to oxford again. Many leading journalists, news channels n royal families tried to inquire….but like his famous saying goes….TO TELL OR NOT TO TELL
IS THE QUESTION!
Once jbv teachers went to oxford to attend an English lecture by prof.william shakespeare. He started wid a topic called ROMEO N JULIET.
At dis ms. sushma (SC quota) reacted: ROMEO N JULIET!!! Its pathetic! U know u should not talk abt romance in d class! I have a brother……
W.Shakespeare: but…..I…..thee…thou….thy….
Sushma: u know he’s so strict….im supposed to reach home each day by 8.30 pm OF d evening…….
Navre: (sushma India cha insult karnar…I’ve to react…) SHIT DOWN SUSHMA SHIT DOWN!
Sushma: he takes walks everyday AT 5 gardens…first from left to right….den right to left….
Vaidyanathan: ah! Inertia of direction……
Sushma: do u know d consequences? U r getting INTO my nerves now….
Gude :( I always knew I shudnt have befriended her….shes bcum a measure problem….)
Sood: look at gudes accessories. She always matches dem better dan I {luks heavenward n flaps her eyelashes} y her? Y not me?Y? Y? Y?
Navre: SHIT DOWN SUSHMA SHIT DOWN!
Shanti: navre can nvr hv hair like mine….n her gajras make her luk like phulvediya mai…ha ha ha…good joke shanti, good joke!
Vandana: hey shanti! I have hot gossip for u! I heard ms.bhumgara sleeps off in d class!!!!!!!
Shanti: kai mahantais tu?!?!?
Vandana: aguh kharas!
bhumgara: {wakes up wid a start}…repeat after me……peter n Helen….no……Romeo n Juliet….no…..peter n Romeo….no no…...{voice fades into snores}….zzzzzz……zzzzzz……..
Shanti: senior teacher! Ha ha ha…. good joke shanti, good joke!
Navre: SHIT DOWN SUSHMA SHIT DOWN!
sushma: my brother….he was born AT 19th of December of d same month as me….it was summer….dont ask me how….it was…..tats all I know…..
Vishwanathan: first she screws English now shes screwing geography…..aiyooooo…..y is she after my subjects haan?
Ramanathan: wat is going on here? I better cansaintrate on auther prablums….
1 ALLpendlible=50p.
Therefore, in 50rs. no. of ALLpendlibles=……….
Sushma:…..den on his first b’day….. He slapped me ….. bcos I was not born UNTIL dat time……so…..
Chothia : William hasn’t even noticed me….I cant believe my smile didn’t hypnotize him….I better grab his attention soon…..{moves around d class wid a wooden scale n shouts}….YOU JUNGLEEEEEESSSSSSS….LISTEN TO MR. WILLIAM….. YOU JUNGLEEEEEESSSSSSS……….
Makoogina: W.Shakespeare may speak all d good English n all tat….but look at his dressing sense! I mean….you can put a person in couture but you can never put couture in tat person…..
Navre: SHIT DOWN SUSHMA SHIT DOWN!
Sushma: once I reached home at 8.31 pm ….tat time I was in 3rd STD…..cos I was late FROM 1 min….. N he slapped me…
Vaidyanathan: ah! Newton’s third law of motion….to every action ders an equal n opposite reaction………
Benny: why is sushma telling everything abt her family….shes such a S-N-I-T-C-Hech
Rabadi: its not “Hech” its “aicH”…….
Engineer: ae zarine…..aiyan su thai che?
Khariwala: chalo chalo chalo….lets begin wid Romeo….chalo chalo chalo
Sushma:….n he didn’t KNEW u’ll teach dis…… n he will slap me…
Navre: SHIT DOWN SUSHMA SHIT DOWN!
W.Shakespeare:{frustrated} SHE ALREADY SHAT DOWN!
Rabadi: its not SHAT DOWN its SAT DOWN
W.Shakespeare: I KNOW DAMN IT! IM WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE!
Rabadi: its not Shakespeare its Shakespeare….
At dis ws gave a last look to d class which looked like dis:
Rabadi: Shakespeare…..yr tongue shud tuch d palette…sha..kes…sp…
Makoogina: rabadi may speak all d good English n all tat….but look at her dressing sense!I mean….you can put a person in couture but you can never put couture in tat
person…..
Engineer: ae zarine manaie kay nai…..
Khariwala:…. chalo chalo chalo……
Ramanthan: ……let d total no. of ALLpendlibles be x……
Chothia: u jungleeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssss…………..
Shanti: …ha ha ha…good joke shanti, good joke!
Vandana: …. dey can hv all Bed n Med degrees…but no1 can gossip like I can……..
Vishwanathan: aiyo aiyo Rama…hogaya hungama………
Sood: nobody can bat eyelashes like I can at such high velocity…..
Vaidynathan: velocity =distance/time………
Benny:……jaaaadooooo….jaaaaadoooooo……….
Bhumgara: Romeo n Helen…..no peter n Juliet…..zzzzzzz
Navre: ganpati bapa moriya! Managal murti moriya!
Sushma:…I was born at 8.32 pm….my brother slapped me……n d doctor also…..
After dis, it had become just too much to take so W.Shakespeare ran out of d class nvr returning to oxford again. Many leading journalists, news channels n royal families tried to inquire….but like his famous saying goes….TO TELL OR NOT TO TELL
IS THE QUESTION!
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