college sodun jaatana

Yeah, i know that a blog usually has stuff that you write yourself, but this one's by a friend of mine. He's been attempting poetry for a while now, he tried and failed......and finally decided to write in 'marathi' because he believed that would help him write something decent.

It did. He's written this one! It's basically a retrospective poem about college life. I notice that he's as bitter about pimpri as I am. 4 years here has been more than enough. Kept hoping it would end soon, but now that it's ending, im getting reminiscent about the "good old times". Wonder why this happens everytime. Anyway take a look at the poem. Oh BTW, you wont get it unless you understand marathi!



COLLEGE SODUN JAATANA

घरापासून दूरवर आलो मी ह्या पुण्यनगरीत
उत्साह, भिती, थ्रिल, ... भावनांचे मनात झाले भरित

चार वर्षे एकट्याने राहायचे
शिक्षण घेऊन स्वतंत्र व्हायचे
असे ते दिवस फ़ुलायाचे
आयुष्याचे स्वप्न सजवायचे

आई वडीलांचे लक्ष नसणार
केव्हाही झोपणार, उठणार, कसाही वागणार
दिवसभर टवाळ्क्या, मस्ती करणार
वेळ उरलाचं तर लेक्चर attend करणार

चारही वर्षांचा दिनक्रम ठरलेला
प्रत्येक दिवस timepass ने खच्चुन भरलेला
खाणं, पिणं, मौज-मजा
प्रत्येक दिवसाचा मीच राजा

खुप वाट पाहीली परंतु प्रेमप्रकरण झालेच नाही
एखादी जरी आवडली तरी कधी तिला विचारलंच नाही
एखादी सुंदर मुलगी यायची माझ्या स्वप्नी
पण माझा नंबर लागलाच नाही ती व्हायची माझी वहिनी

अधुनमधून परिक्षेचा राहु पत्रिकेत करायचा भ्रमण
अभ्यास करताना वाटायचे कधी सुटणार हे ग्रहण
दिवसभर लेक्चर, प्राक्टिकल, आणि जरनल submission
syllabus पाहून चक्कर येते आणि मास्तर देतो tension
xerox, नोट्स याशिवाय topper चा ठेवायचा मान
एवढं सगळं करुनसुद्धा मार्क मिळाले नाहीत छान
चा दिवस जवळ येतो तसं सुचतं मला अध्यात्म
'यह सब मोह-माया है' म्हणुन येतं मला वैराग्यं

college life चे धुंद दिवस लळा लावून गेले निघुन
पण जाता जाता देऊन गेले सुख दु:ख दोन्ही भरभरुन

सुख त्यांच्या आठवणीचे, दु:ख त्यांच्या जाण्याचे
आता फ़क्त कापत राहायचे अंतर जन्म आणि मरणाचे

कॉलेजमधले मित्र-मैत्रिणी, शिक्षक आणि इतर सोबती
आता यापुढे एकटयानेच चालायचंय, कोणीच नसणार अवतीभवती

चार वर्षांचं हे माझं जग कालचक्रात विरघळून गेलं
काहीच शिल्लक ठेवलं नाही सारं काही हिरावून नेलं

मित्रांची टिंगल, मुलींची छेड, मुक्त जीवन आणि दुनियादारी
आता ह्यातलं काहीच नाही आता फ़क्त - जबाबदारी

कॉलेजमधली चार वर्षं गेली हवेत विरुन
college life ची शेवटची रात्र गेली ह्र्दय चिरुन

माझ्या या कवितेत कदाचित वाटणार नाही तुम्हाला तथ्य
पण जेव्हा कॉलेज सोडुन जाल ना; तेव्हा जाणवेल ह्यातलं सत्य

By Nikhil (YEDA) Nazirkar.

Meatloaf

For quite a while, i've been a really big fan of the rock&roll group - MEATLOAF. I like quite a few of their songs. Apart from the music, which is obviously their USP, the lyrics are really something. Its not a very well known group, they've had quite a following, but kinda faded out of the groove a few years back. The music never looses its touch though. The band itself consists of their lead singer - Marvin Lee Aday (a.k.a. Meatloaf). The music has always had that 80's groove to it. The rock and roll feel. Though, Meatloaf prefers to call it "wagnerian rock" or "progressive rock", its not far from good old vintage rock.

The noteworthy thing is the lyrics like i said before. The lyrics are actually written by a 'Jim Steinman'. Why i speak of this guy is, the lyrics are original and quite impressive. They have that whole "sex, drugs, rock&roll" thing going for them. But what differentiates their music from their other contemporary groups is their affinity towards Harleys for one, and the whole inclination towards dark and gothic lyrics. Quite a few of their songs discuss themes like these. Meat Loaf or the songwriter Steinman seem to be totally taken with bats - which is why all their albums are name Bat out of Hell! Every song has something about Harleys, the sound of a revving Hog especially. Harleys are mentioned in almost every song. Another important thing about their songs is the whole REBELLIOUS streak. Its one of the reasons their songs have always appealed to me. A lot of rebellion and a lot of gothic defeatism is evident in the songs.

I personally suggest everyone reading this blog try out a few of their songs. They should be available on P2P, but considering its not that famous a group, you might have to search around a bit. The older albums - Bat out of Hell I and II have some of my favorite songs, though the latest album isnt bad either. I'll go ahead and list a few of my favorite Meat Loaf songs so as to make it a little easier:

1) Bat out of Hell - rocking, dark!
2) Objects in the rear view mirror - just unbelievable
3) Rock & Roll dreams
4) I would do anything for love
5) Paradise by the dashboard light

& my personal favorite
6) wasted youth (a.k.a - everything louder than everything else)



This blog entry is a whole lot different than the others i've been posting all this while, but i felt it worth to mention Meat Loaf. If there's any other fans that are reading this....Cheers! and if i'm able to create some more meatloaf fans thanks to this...Cheers!

Just try to understand the lyrics of the songs...especially wasted youth. Then you'll know what i've been talking about. Songs like those make me a little happier cuz it helps me understand that other people think the way I do. Steinman is awesome - HAIL! As is Meat Loaf himself - HAIL you too!

An excerpt from the lyrics of wasted youth!

They got a file on me and it's a mile long and they say that they got all of the proof,
that I'm just another case of arrested development and just another wasted youth
They say that I'm in need of some radical discipline, they say I gotta face the truth,
that I'm just another case of arrested development and just another wasted youth

They say I'm wild and I'm reckless
I should be acting my age
I'm an impressionable child in a tumultuous world,
and they say I'm at a difficult stage

But it seems to me to the contrary, of all the crap they're going to put on the page,
that a wasted youth is better by far than a wise and productive old age!
A wasted youth is better by far than a wise and productive old age!


ROCK ON!

http://www.meatloaf.net/

Death in Teheran

Once a rich & mighty Persian walked in his garden with one of his servants. The servant cried that he had just encountered Death, who had threatened him. He begged his master to give him the fastest horse so that he could make haste and flee to Teheran the same evening. The master consented & the servant galloped off on the horse. On returning home, the master himself encountered Death & questioned him "Why did you terrify and threaten my servant?". Death replied "I did not threaten him, I only showed surprise in still finding him here when I planned to meet him tonight in Teheran".

Intense Thoughtlessness

The Explorer or wannabe explorer of the unknown.
The soul of a searcher. The spirit of a non-believer.
Dreams of grandeur, a pursuance of epiphany.
Oh by epiphany i mean (a sudden, intuitive
perception of or insight into the reality or
essential meaning of something).

Through an unfriendly world, i drift;
through the sands of time, i sift.

Explorer, discoverer, inventor, protector,
destroyer, lover, hater. What am I?

A hole in my soul, the empty place;
Dark and revolting, see it on my face.

Existentialism:- To live is to suffer, to
survive is to find meaning in the suffering. If there
is a purpose to life at all, there must be a purpose
in suffering and dying.

Nietzsche:- "He who has a WHY to live,
can bear with almost any HOW".

Learn to bow to your master!
I don't respect authority, false authority.
Never have, never will.
Attitude? Yes I have plenty.
Ego? Uh uh got enough of that too.

Vagabond? More like gypsy or nomad.
Rock and Roll Dreams, we know what those are made of.
Is this gibberish? Then quit reading.

Touche my dear
Love struck? Maybe? Hell no.
Bandit, dacoit, thief? No.
Quit wondering, do you even care?

Love struck? Maybe? Hell no.
Skirt chaser? Yeah, always.
But I always go back to HER.
Who's HER? I don't think you care.

Discount the bling,
I ain't into hip-hop.
I'm not old-fashioned, I just think hip-hop is crap.
Pure vintage rocker, now that, I am!
Elvis impersonator? More like Elvis invoker.

Sports fanatic? Soccer, cricket etc.
Yeah, I'm one of them.
Die-hard Gunner, This time we will win!

Intelligent? Maybe.
Deranged? Maybe not.
Derailed but profound. Hell yeah.

A perquisition for inner freedom, personal value.
Independence, personal and social. I live for that.
Learn to bow to your master! F**k off!
Avaricious? a little, yeah!

Poet? Writer? More like wannabe.
I attempt. Try, Try again;
till someone smacks you in the side of the head!
Businessman? too rapacious for my own good.
Predatory? Hope to be.

Enough about me, lets talk about you.
Hell i don't give a shit.
Lets end it like that!