Monday, April 11, 2005

hello Mr.Hyde!

Everything has a dark side. Even the moon does. So it shouldn't be strange for you to find out that I have one too.

Somedays I wake up with the sounds of birds chirping and a nice cold breeze flowing in through the room. That usually sets up the mood for the day. Nothing can stop me from having a great day.

But sometimes when I wake up, the same birds seem to be a big pain in the ass. Nothing seems nice. Everything is painted black. I hate everyone. I'd rather sit alone in my room and curse every fucking person I know. Every little thing that has happened to me over the previous days keeps on resonating in my mind. Everything said to me, all the fun that had been made of me, everytime someone had failed to give me the respect I deserved, all these thoughts keep on flaring up.

You may not notice it, but Mr.Hyde's there right inside me, getting madder by the minute, trying to break free from the mask that he's wearing. Somedays I fear he really will come out for every person to see in all his true colors.

But most days I just go to sleep hoping that the next morning I would be woken up by some birds chirping in their playful vigor and showing me that Mr.Hyde has taken the day off. But for how long?

"There is no dark side of the moon really. Matter of fact it's all dark."

Friday, April 08, 2005

My Time Machine

Its amazing how listening to an old song can transport you back to a certain time or place which has some significance associated with the song. Complete memories storm back into mind.

We three brothers always had an issue when it came on deciding which cassette was to be played on the car stereo. Many fights have been fought over time.Then there was the time when the family went to a picnic. I can't really remember where the place was, just that it was very nice. And then came the ride back home, there was bound to be a fight on the selection of audio. I had recently bought Dire Straits' Money for nothing, and naturally, I voted for it to be played. Surprisingly, there was very little opposition, and we went all the way back home listening to the same album.

It was probably the first time I had listened to 'Telegraph Road', and now whenever I listen to the song again Im transported back in time to the same place. It was one of those rare times when a family outing ended without much incident and at the end of it all, we were back home happy and content. Its probably why 'Telegraph Road' always brings about a certain degree of joyfulness whenever I play it.

I think its time for me to take another trip back in time...



And the birds up on the wires and the telegraph poles
They can always fly away from this rain and this cold
You can hear them singing out their telegraph code
All the way down the telegraph road