Where'd You Go?

Where'd you go?
I miss you so
Seems like its been forever that you've been gone

She said somedays I feel like shit
Somedays I wanna quit and just be normal for a bit
I don't understand why you have to always be gone
I get along but your trips always feel so long
And I find myself trying to stay by the phone
'Cause your voice always helps me to not feel so alone
But I feel like an idiot,
working my day around a call
And when I pick up I don't have much to say,
so I want you to know its a little messed up that I'm stuck here waiting,
at times debatin
Telling you that I've had it with you and your career
Me and the rest of the family here singing

Where'd you go?
I miss you so
Seems like its been forever that you've been gone
Please Come back home

You know, the place you used to live
Used to barbeque with burgers and ribs
Used to have a little party every halloween with candy by the pile
but now you only stop by every once in a while
Shit I find myself just filling my time
With anything to keep the thought of you from my mind
I'm doing fine and I'm plannin' to keep it that way
You can call me if you find that you have something to say
And I'll tell you
I want you to know its a little messed up that I'm stuck here waiting,
at times debating
Telling you that I've had it with you and your career
Me and the rest of the family here singing


Where'd you go?
I miss you so
Seems like its been forever that you've been gone
Please Come back home

I want you to know its a little messed up
that I'm stuck here waiting, no longer debatin'
Tired of sittin and hatin'
and making these excuses
For why you're not around, and feeling sorta useless
It seems that one thing has been true all along
You don't really know what you've got till its gone
I guess I've had it with you and your career
When you come back I won't be here and you can sing it

Where'd you go?
I miss you so
Seems like its been forever that you've been gone
Where'd you go?
I miss you so
Seems like its been forever that you've been gone
Please Come back home
Please come back home

A Lonely Blog

A Lonely Blog

Such a lonely Blog
And it’s mine
The most loneliest blog in my life

Such a lonely blog
Should be banned
It’s a blog that I can't stand
The most loneliest Blog in my life
The most loneliest Blog in my life

Such a lonely blog
Shouldn’t exist
It's a blog that you’ll always miss
Such a lonely blog
And it’s mine
The most loneliest blog in my life

My Blog says:
And if you go,I wanna go with you
And if you die,
I wanna die with you
Take your hand and walk away
The most loneliest blog in my life
The most loneliest blog in my life
The most loneliest blog in my life

Such a lonely blog!
And it’s mine
It’s a blog that I’m glad It survived

In time

I can hear what you're thinkin'

All your doubts and fears
And if you look in my eyes
in time you'll find,
The reason I'm here

And in time all things shall pass away
In time you may come back someday.

Live once more
Or die once more
But in time your time will be no more

You know your days are numbered
Count 'em one by one
Like notches in the handle of an outlaw's gun
You can outrun the devil if you try
But you will never outrun the hands of time
In time there'll surely come a day
In time all things shall pass away
In time you may come back some say
Live once more
Or die once more
But in time your time will be no more

I can hear what you're thinkin'

Grave Digger - Dave Matthews Band

Cyrus Jones 1810 to 1913
Made his great grandchildren believe
You can live to 103
And a hundred and three is forever when you’re just a little kid
So, Cyrus Jones lived forever

Gravedigger
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
Gravedigger

Muriel Stonewall 1903 to 1954
She lost both of her babies in the second great war
Now, you should never have to watch your only children lowered in the ground
I mean - you should never have to bury your own babies

Gravedigger
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
Gravedigge

rRing around the rosey
Pocket full of posey
Ashes to ashes
We all fall down
Gravedigger
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
Gravedigger

Little Mikey Carson '67 to '75
He rode his bike like the devil until the day he died
When he grows up he wants to be Mr. Vertigo on the flying trapeze
Oh, 1940 to 1992-

Gravedigger
When you dig my grave
could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
Grave Digger

What's Going on?

What's Going On
The All Star Tribute
Tell me
People dying
People crying
Lord help us

Mother, mother
There's too many of you crying
Oh, brother, brother, brother
There's far too many of you dying
That's right
You know we've got to find a way
To bring some lovin' here today

Oh my father, father
We don't need to escalate
You see war is not the answer
For only love can conquer hate
You know we've got to find a way
To bring some lovin' here today
Barricades, can't block our way
Don't punish me with brutality

Talk to me
So you can see

Oh what's going on
What's going on
Yeah what's going on
Ahh what's going on

What's going on in a world filled with pain
Where's the love for which we pray
What's going on
When our children can't play
Homeless can't eat
There's got to be a better way
What's going on
When we politically blind
Can't see the signs of endangered times
What's going on

What's goin' on in the world today
I'd rather be dead than to turn my head away
We got this first world vision too
Comfy to lift up our hands in the air
And cry for a switch

Father, father
Father help us, come on
Everybody thinks we're wrong
Oh, but who are they to judge us
Together we can all be strong
United we stand, divided we fall
Oh you know we've got to find a way
To bring some understanding here today
Barricades can't block our way
Don't punish me with brutality
Baby talk to me
So you can see

Yeah, what's going on
Hey, what's going on
Somebody tell me what's going on
I'll tell you what's goin' on

What's going on 'cross seas
Every minute a child dies by this disease
In record numbers indeed
Got momma's crying out please
My baby hold on
My child ain't done nothing wrong
Still I want to holler
Ask them why they don't bother
Oh no, oh no
Make me turn to my father
And ask him why they all got a trapped soul

I can feel what was bothering Marvin
Why his words forever remain
Dealing with these modern day problems
'Cause of ignorance surrounding me and my constituents
Too many infected
Too many lives diminishing
Nobody say Protestants, Jews, Blacks, and Whites, Latinos and Asians
Pray together
Less fight
We better unite
As genocide chemical war
And the rich and the poor
Know that God delivers a cure

It's a shame our reality is devastating
People praying for a cure
Dying while they're waiting
Ask the Lord for the comfort and strength to face it
All the kids with dreams
Won't get the chance to chase it
Makes me sad
Think about the lives they would've had
Think about the orphan babies got no moms and dads
How can we sit back and not try to make it right
We gotta come together
We gotta fight for life

Somebody tell me what's going on
We got human beings using humans for a bomb
But everyone wanna live
Don't nobody really want to die
You feeling me right
I can't be watching people die (die)
And watching people cry
Let me break it down for a minute
If there's enough room here for you and me
There's plenty of room for some humanity

Somebody tell me what's going on
(What's going on)

Everybody's Free

Everybody's Free!

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’97... wear sunscreen.

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be IT.
The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.
I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.
You are NOT as fat as you imagine.

Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.

Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.

Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind. The race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.


Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.
Get plenty of calcium.


Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.
Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary.


Whatever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself, either. Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. Don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.
Dance.

Even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.


Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings; they are your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.

Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.
Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

First Date

First Date

In the car I just can't wait,
to pick you up on our very first date
Is it cool if I hold your hand?
Is it wrong if I think it's lame to dance?
Do you like my stupid hair?
Would you guess that I didn't know what to wear?

I'm too scared of what you think
You make me nervous so I really can't eat

Let's go,
Don't wait, this night's almost over
Honest, let's make this night last foreverForever and ever,
let's make this last foreverForever and ever,
let's make this last forever

When you smile,
I melt inside
I'm not worthy for a minute of your time
I really wish it was only me and you
I'm jealous of everybody in the room
Please don't look at me with those eyes

Please don't hint that you're capable of lies
I dread the thought of our very first kiss
A Target that I'm probably gonna miss

Let's go,don't wait, this night's almost over
Honest, let's make this night last forever
Forever and ever, let's make this last forever

Let's go, don't wait, this night's almost over
Honest, let's make, this night last forever
Forever and ever, let's make this last forever

Bhai Bana Khooni(Brother becomes Murderer)

Bhai Bana Khooni(Brother becomes Murderer)

News coverage of even important issues has become hilarious these days, says Abhinav Jain.
I really respect the media people. When I know these guys can to ruin this birth of mine by sending out one bulletin announcing some guy called Abhinav Jain is allegedly a 'videshi taakat' planning to blow up all the ladies toilets in the capital this independence day, I’ve gotta respect them...

A couple of days ago, a guy called Praveen Mahajan pulled out a pistol and went boom boom boom. When the smoke cleared, we had a Praveen Mahajan thinking 'Shucks, I knew I should not have watched so many violent movies as a kid'. Pramod Mahajan must’ve been thinking 'Huh, is this heaven?' And thousands of journalists, TV anchors, and newspaper boys around the country thinking 'Wow, this is some masala for the next ten days'. Anyway, one Saturday morning, I was at my home wondering why they put three blades in the ceiling fan, when my sister came in and announced 'Pramod Mahajan has been shot by his bro' with the solemnity of a pope. I went over to the TV. There was this young lady, around twenty six, wearing a sharp business suit, light pink lipstick, and a 'Main lut gayi, barbaad ho gayi' expression on her face. Lady presenter (excitedly panting): 'Abhi abhi praapt soochna ke anusaar Pramod Mahajan par unke hee chote bhai ne badi bedardi se teen goliyan chalayin hain. Aaiye taaza samachar ke liye chalte hai hamare samvaaddaata Deepak ke paas, jo ghatnasthal par maujood hain'.

The camera stays on the presenter, instead of moving onto a emotionally shaken Deepak. She tries to smile, remembers Pramod has just been shot and quickly recaptures her 'my house is on fire' expression. We are soon connected to Deepak, who’s just come out of the toilet, smoking a cigarette, and a quick call to his wife. Deepak is standing with an even more intense 'My house is on fire and even my pants are' expression. A big iron gate can be seen in the background. A few wide eyed people jostle each other and look directly into the camera, trying hard to contain the joy of being on TV. Lady presenter: Deepak! Humein batayein wahan kya ho raha hain! Deepak: Rakhi! Main iss waqt Pramod Mahajan ke apartment ke theekh neeche khada hoon. Subah se yahan khade khade taango mein dard ho gaya hain. Teen baar pepsi pee chuka hoon. Andar jaane ki koshish lagaataar chal rahee hain, but baar baar yeh sasura security guard pakad kar danda lagaa deta hain. Main sochta hoon ek baar fir jaakar pepsi pee loon. Rakhi. Rakhi: Oh. Aur Pramod jee ke baare mein kuch?

Deepak: Umm. Jee. Ahem... Rakhi, Yahan subah kareeban 8 baje goliyan chalayin gayi Pramod jee par. Suna hai kaafi dard hota hai goli lagne par. Goli ki awaaz se yahan ke stray dogs abhi tak dehshat mein hain. Rakhi, the lady presenter, quickly realises that Deepak is woefully short of anything sensible to say and makes a mental note to send him an abusive sms after the telecast. Meanwhile, Deepak has tried to grab Pramod's neighbours, milkman, plumber, and beautician to express their opinion on the incident, and has successfully grabbed Master Deenanath, who taught Mathematics to Pramod Mahajan in class IV.

Deepak (Victorious tone directed at Rakhi): Hamare saath ab hain Master Deenanaath, jinhone Pramod jee ko 4th std. mein maths padayi thi. Camera zooms to a frail old man, who’s shaken at being jolted out of his bed abruptly and trying hard to remember who Pramod Mahajan is. Deepak: Masterji, subah ki ghatna ke baare mein aapka kya kehna hai? Master Deenanath: Beta iss umar mein mujh buddhe ko yoon bistar se kheench laana, kaafi sharmnaak aur chintajanak ghatna hai yeh. Champak: Jee, hume afsos hai masterji, par yahan aapka ek poorv chatra zindagi aur maut ke beech jhool raha hain, uske baare mein kya kehna hai aapko?

Master Deenanath: Beta agar yaad aya ki yeh hain kaun, to zaroor kuch keh sakunga. Apart from this, special 1/2 hour bulletins called 'Maut ka taandav', 'Bhai bana khooni', 'Khoon ki Holi' are being beamed across news channels since that fatal day. Now that they have dissected Praveen, his mind, his motives, his childhood bedwetting memories, his dog's eating habits and his driver's family plans, they have been getting all kinds of doctors on television who pull out big human body charts, splotch three big red dots on it and say 'Goliyan yahan, yahan aur yahan lagi hain'.

It's not that I don't want Mr. Mahajan to get well. Like any other human being, he should live a healthy and fine life, and I hope he recovers soon enough. It is just that I am a little amused by the way media is chugging away at this. I am too relaxed in my life of mindfulness (am getting serious about Vipassana), reading and watching TV (particularly educative late night shows). Am no videshi taakat, ladies toilets in Delhi are safe!
Great Article by the man!!
it's my viewpoint whats yours??
Ani

The Athiest Professor

The Atheist Professor An atheist professor of philosophy speaks to his class on the problem science has with God, The Almighty. He asks one of his new students to stand and.....
Prof: You are a Hindu, aren't you, son?
Student: Yes, sir.
Prof: So you believe in God?
Student: Absolutely, sir.
Prof: Is God good?
Student: Sure.
Prof: Is God all-powerful?
Student : Yes.
Prof: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But God didn't. How is this God good then? Hmm?
(Student is silent.)
Prof: You can't answer, can you? Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?
Student :Yes. Prof: Is Satan good?
Student : No.
Prof: Where does Satan come from?
Student : From...God...
Prof: That's right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?
Student : Yes.
Prof: Evil is everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything. Correct?
Student : Yes.
Prof: So who created evil?
(Student does not answer.)
Prof: Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don't they?
Student :Yes, sir.
Prof: So, who created them?
(Student has no answer.)
Prof: Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Tell me, son...Have you ever seen God?
Student : No, sir.
Prof: Tell us if you have ever heard your God?
Student : No , sir.
Prof: Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelled yourGod? Have you ever had any sensory perception of God for that matter?
Student : No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't.
Prof: Yet you still believe in Him?
Student : Yes.
Prof: According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your GOD doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?
Student : Nothing. I only have my faith.
Prof: Yes. Faith. And that is the problem science has.
suddenly a student asks a question to the prof,
Student : Professor, is there such a thing as heat?
Prof: Yes.
Student : And is there such a thing as cold?
Prof: Yes.
Student : No sir. There isn't. (The lecture theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of events.) Student : Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don't have anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.
(There is pin-drop silence in the lecture theatre.)
Student : What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?
Prof: Yes. What is night if there isn't darkness?
Student : You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light.... But if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? In reality, darkness isn't. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?
Prof: So what is the point you are making, young man?
Student : Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed. Prof: Flawed? Can you explain how?
Student : Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is life and then there is death, a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life: just the absence of it. Now tell me, Professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey? Prof: If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course, I do.
Student : Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?

(The Professor shakes his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument is going.)
Student : Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavour, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a preacher?
(The class is in uproar.)
Student : Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor's brain?
(The class breaks out into laughter.)
Student : Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor's brain, felt it, touched or smelled it?.....No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, sir. With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?
(The room is silent. The professor stares at the student, his face unfathomable.)
Prof: I guess you'll have to take them on faith, son.
Student : That is it, sir.. The link between man & god is FAITH. That is all that keeps things moving & alive.