A warm wonderful welcome to a day that is going to turn out untoward anyway. A happy little kid's smile fighting against a family of negative thoughts. Some espresso to keep you awake on the long morning ride, some for the same reason on your way back home after dusk. Some phone calls, some texts and some mails. Some lines from popular movies, some faces flashing before your eyes, vast evening skies merging into one another with different shades of red and blue, straight roads, right angled turns, deer crossings, javelina road kills, rabbit eyes shining in the dark, ranches on both sides of the roads, stable price of gas, very welcoming gas station clerks, White Mocha with extra whipped cream, sunlight hanging around till 10 in the night, almost negligible light pollution and one man who doesn't give a damn about what the world thinks but loves the shit outta you(I am talking abt the bro. No pun).
Funny, how a depressing eon of life can be held up against with just some elements that yield a glitter of hope in you.
I've learned some stuff. I always knew what was worth dying for. Now, I know what is worth living for. That is great progress I'd say.
Fighting light, in the dungeons on hot summer afternoons, darkness is always looked down upon. At times of darkness, when heavens are so far away in the best of your dreams, a moonlit sky boils the shit outta your survival instincts. The traces of fragrance from the body left over the talisman found en route to station of peace. Amrutanjan smeared, masala tea server should be the happiest.
The notes composed, crescendos indicating the uprising of a wave, again on a full moonlit night, make you sit there on top of that wave traveling along the sea shore drowning the son of a bitch surfer risking his beautiful life on a Sunday afternoon. KaaruKOOnda? I like the way it pronounced my last nime.
Muscle cars, clean streets, straight roads, gas stations selling beer, vast dry lands with bright yellow grass spread till the point of reach of your eyes, flights touching the skylines with empty rooms. Wine tasting on the patios, India calling, summer hitting. Wasting weekends and 4th of Julys, when the whole country is celebrating their freedom, I gaze at the fireworks and search under grass carpets for emancipation. I grope around for traces that angels leave when they realize they need a break from their pathetic job of soaking up floating confessions and saving the ass of reckless drunk drivers from the cops. Moping around instead of playing at concerts all over the world on a peace tour?
If there is life beyond 2012, 2021 maybe, I don't want to be where I am right now. Nor do I want to be at a place where I was for 21 years. I'd want to travel. Performing, singing possibly, being a part of a band with no specific genre. Taking everyone listening to me on a high, buzz their souls, then slowly give them a rope out of this world, making them say, "This, is MUSIC". Wearing All Stars and putting the pedal to the metal, while my kickass lead guitarist bends the shit outta his Vintage Gibson and the percussionist couldn't enjoy himself any more. I want to be there. Right about there. Acknowledging the friends and audience alike, strumming like madmen and unequivocal about hate, religion and life and death being just a part of vicious cycle. Then when no one is looking, pass on the live videos to Tarantino for editing then putting it up on youtube passing the message on to part of those music lovers who couldn't join us at that moment. And at that point when I kick that mortality bucket amidst the grace of that higher human being and join lost souls in search of transformation, posthumously on earth though - Get a tombstone, engraved "Memento Mori" and beckon 1000s of flowers of all colors. Those exotic fragrant flowers that bud from the gardens of the rich to those blades of wild grass that tear-out of the carpets of soil in the slums of big cities.
Life well survived, death well won.
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