Free Bird – Lynrd Skynrd



Every few months I start to get fed up of the way things are and the people I hang out with. This is not an inherent fault of the people or the place, mind you, just my fear of monotony and everything commonplace. Some call it wanderlust; an urge to pack up and take off and discover something new, what those SOME fail to tell you is that wanderlust is a pretty expensive habit. Road trips are great on paper, but with someone as accustomed to certain luxuries – daily showers, a bug-free bed and such – as I am, travel costs money.

I earn, and though I’m not rich by any definition of the word, saving would not be a problem if I could, you know, save!

The Navy League trip was a Godsend. it saved me the hassle of having to plan anything, because that seems like the most tedious bit. Though, Navy League’s excursions may not be as wild and out of the ordinary as a free spirit like me would have liked, the pros out weighed the cons.

it wasn’t the “Burning Man’ (I will attend “Burning Man” and the “Comic-con” if it kills me!), it was a wonderful experience none the less.

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Some of the things I wish I’d known before I’d started:

1) The secret to excellent time management is to be the second last person down / out. A good rule of thumb is be tennish minutes late to the absolute final time the tour guide gives you.

2) Be an expert shopper . Browsing is not an option. You want this shit? You fucking buy it! Don’t dilly dally, everyone hates dilly dalliers.

3) Befriend an older person. You’ll be able to get away with a lot of shenanigans that way. (Durdana aunty, we love you!)

4) Invest in sunscreen. Even if the tour guide tells you there’s like ten inches of snow there. The sun is not your friend and will burn you to a crisp.

5) Older people maybe generally annoying, but don’t be miss. judgey judge and give them a chance. They are a reservoir of excellent war stories (my favortie kind!) take the time to listen. one of the members was an actual POW during the ’71 war.

6) Hit on that tour guide if he’s hot, hit on him with complete impunity. When else will you ever get that chance? So what if he has a gf or a wife??

7) learn to take pictures that aren’t so blurry

8) if that broke artist proposes to you, you jump on that shit! as long as you don’t starve, it’s a good deal. You’ll be a muse!

9) people with wives are strictly off-limits. Get your daddy issues under control!

10) All the Renaissance artists thought Jesus was a fucking ugly baby!

11) Once you’ve tasted European coffee you’ll become one of those obnoxious, pretentious gits that people avoid

12) People have a weird habit of praying in places they aren’t allowed. Hell, yeah! rebels for life!

13) No matter how ‘open-minded’ you think you are, you will never like the cuisine of another country. Stop lying to yourself, embrace your inner desi and add a little ‘mirchi’ to everything

14) I’m a hippie at heart and I like colorful, psychedelic buildings, bright awnings, pastry-like exteriors that you want to take a bite out of. Look at this shit! Even their graffiti is a work of art.

15) I did say a little prayer in all the churches and cathedrals we visited, just as I do when we visit a mosque or I would if we visit a synagogue. I believe God is everywhere and we are all one. Okay, end of hippie rant

I hope I get to see every country in the world and meet lots of unique people. Life is excellent.

Much love,


The Race…


Inadequacy seeps into my bones
as judging eyes glance askance
when did the race start?
heard the gun shot but a moment ago
Too old, too slow, but I must try (must I?)
might never quite get there…
but the alternative puts some zip in my step

The Raven

(As an aside, from here on in I’ll be providing each of my posts with some mood music. Quite like an artiste, I know, but bear with me. Do listen to the music as you read the post and your pleasure will be enhanced, most assuredly. I bid you good day! *raises top hat*)



let inspiration fall
on this parched desert plain of a mind
If it’s about putting on paper
what you feel in the moment
maybe the reason I can’t write
is that I’m dead inside
and ice water runs through these veins

or maybe I’m just shit at writing…

“round here, we talk just like lions but we sacrifice like lambs…

“round here, we talk just like lions but we sacrifice like lambs…

Writing doesn’t come as easy as it used to. Seem like the more I boast about being a “writer”, the harder it is for me to write anything of import. Maybe I’m just meant to be on the sidelines, cheering on as others achieve the dreams I’d been saving for myself. This feeling of impotence makes me feel like a phony, the frustration sets my teeth on edge and a torrent of varied emotions; rage, melancholy, paranoia; threaten to drown me. I’m forever plagued with the fear that people will finally realize that I’m not smart enough, talented enough, capable enough to ever amount to anything…

Can someone help me create a song?


I have the lyrics but I’m pretty shit with composition or playing an instrument. If any of you would like to collaborate with me, that’d be awesome!

I’m thinking of a very bluesy, rock’n’roll, psychedelia feel to it. it’s inspired by songs like “drift away” by the Doobie Brothers, “American pie” by Don McLean, “They are all in love” by The Who and “Mr. Tambourine man” by Bod Dylan.

On the Shoulders of giants

We’d seen the last of the hippies
And Woodstock had come and gone
“I’ve changed my tune” said the Tambourine man
Born into a world dead before the dawn

As the music changed me, so the music changed
No longer a soft touch on the heart strings
What stirred the soul, jumbled the mind
Now affects neither, so much white noise on the radio

The magical mystery saw a tragic history
The lonely hearts club only got lonelier
The Walrus became John, and then he was gone
A generation mourned the loss of genius


The vegetable man raved and saw visions
Shone for a while and retreated in a shell
His light was too bright, they lived in his shadow
Poles apart, didn’t realize the wall was too high


The lonely girl with the voice that bled
The jaded poet, cleansed by a funeral pyre
The experienced one with the voodoo fingers
Driving fans wild, setting guitars on fire


Burnt out but didn’t fade away.
Seems like all my heroes are mortal
And the pedestal is beyond my reach

let me know what you guys think :)

DIY projects


So, I’ve started a few DIY projects for my room. I’m giving it a very hippie feel and would love to have people share their thoughts on the things I do. I feel I need to tell you beforehand that I’m not the most gifted artist, some of the things looked way better in my head than they look in my room, but I’m still proud of what I manage to get done.

I’ll be uploading some pictures for people to review to see how far along the project has come. So far I’ve painted a two tables and a lamp. I plan to do another box cum table, get a rug and some floor cushions and  paintings. If you have any ideas or tips you would like to give me, please do.

Stay tuned for pictures!!



Recent Doctor Who convert


I haven’t even seen all the seasons yet and I totally get what all the hype is about. well, mostly it’s this:



and this



a little bit of this


and a whole lot of this:


Okay, that’s being unfair to the show… true David is cute, and sexy and ridiculously adorable! (did you see the pic of him with the cat?! OMG! I just can’t!) but the show is amazing… I’ve loved every character, every villain, every hero, every sidekick, every companion and every doctor. 

Let me explain the show a little bit if you’ve never seen it. so, in a nutshell, it’s about this alien, he’s called a time lord, the last of his kind, from the planet Gallifrey. He has a space ship, Time And Relative Dimension In Space or a TARDIS for short. This spaceship is shaped like a phone box from the 60’s in order to look inconspicuous. it’s bigger on the inside and he travels the world in it. a madman and his blue box. he chooses companions to travel with him and he takes them on wild adventures into the past, into the future, into alternate dimensions… et al. he sets things right across the timeline, he can’t always save everyone, because such is life, but he does his best.  

He’s like fire and ice and rage. He’s like the night, and the storm in the heart of the sun. He’s ancient and forever. He burns at the center of time and he can see the turn of the universe. And… he’s wonderful.

The adventures are larger than life and the doctor always comes through in the end. The show gives me hope, I like to think there’s someone like him out there, being the best he can be and saving the world. As a time lord he doesn’t die but can regenerate, so far he’s on his 12th or 14th regeneration, depending on how you count them; and each one of them has been awesome. I might be partial to DT, because come on! look at the pic of him with the kitten!! but I wouldn’t change anything about the show or the premise. Not the Sucky special effects, not the heart breaking deaths, not the Englishness of it all, nothing! 

He’s incredibly lonely, haunted by the demons of his past and the allusiveness of his future. For every person he saves he leaves devastation in his wake. He breaks hearts and completely overhauls people’s lives and they wouldn’t want it any other way! 

 “You and I both know, don’t we Rose? The Doctor is worth the monsters… One may tolerate a world of demons for the sake of an angel.”

When things are not working out in my life, even though I know it’s not possible, I kind of wish the doctor would come along and save me, and take me on a wild adventure. He would make the worst boyfriend, but so what?! you have to take the bad with the good… and there is so much good! 







“Jealousy, turning saints into the sea”


So, it’s not really that i’m jealous. I have my own thing going. For the first time i’m in love and it’s like, “All those other times? what was I thinking??!”

Before I go off on a tangent again, the point I was making was this… it’s not jealousy. Just an uncomfortable feeling of ‘Really??! This is what you chose?! I thought you were cool!” She’s my friend, a pretty close one. I know she’s a great person and all, but man! she’s as thick as a bag of bricks!! and she’s not into any cool stuff… Do I sound resentful? Maybe I’m a little jealous. 

It’s not even that I want to be with him, that’s long over and I realize that we wouldn’t have worked. He just realized that sooner than I did… Seems kind of insensitive to me though that he would tell me he’s interested in a friend of mine and would like me to liaise between the two of them, when I confessed how I felt to him a few years ago AND we both made fun of her for being stupid and really kind of slow. 

Guess it all comes down to looks, then. She is very pretty, and I’m just average. So, maybe I’m more than just a little jealous. 

And you see me I’m coming off as you can bet, Well, I think I’m losing my mind this time. This time I’m losing my mind


I had a close encounter with an Alzheimer’s patient yesterday. My mom’s uncle; saw him after a long time. I didn’t realize how much progress the disease had made in such a short amount of time. needless to say it was a shock! he was completely incoherent, babbling about something or the other. I had a weird conversation with him where neither of us knew what the other was talking about and I had the crazy thought that to him I was the one babbling incoherently.

i think with Alzheimer’s he also has the onset of paranoia, its the worst combination ever! he keeps thinking people are out to get him, over and over again! I’m not kidding, it must be exhausting.

alzheimer'sThis is one of the many reasons “I hope i die before i get old” ( a shout out to The Who, right here).  Old age is bitch, why do we insist on making progresses in medicine if the human body or mind wasn’t meant to live that long? is that even living where you don’t know where you are or who you’re speaking to?  “Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!”. So, when you see me when i’m 50, kill me? thanks