I Want to be.....

A bird. Or a plane. or a supersonic train!


An actor! Pretending on a stage.
Being anyone that i wish to be like a wizard or a mage.


A dark horse. Through sweltering desert course.
Freedom. To mindless running rabbits seldom.
But, to horses its a force.
For driving madness its a source.


A tree. On a hill.
Mourning silence. Sitting still.
A thousand lives lived. And a thousand more still.


Red light. On my wall.
Burning red. Deep red. Blood red.
Is pain red?
Is sin red?
I know love is red.


A lad. A lot of heart but little wit.
Kickin' mud and eatin' grit.
Pick a fight, then make a pal.
'Pee an eight' or 'Chase a gal'

Kill an indian, or shoot a cowboy
Yeah.. i'd like to be a little toy.



A grain of sand. Yellow earth.
Cruel and kind. Of life, no dearth.
Nothing holding it back. No God. No king.
Neither fire nor water nor wind.


A clown. Jumpin Jack Flash.
Selling jokes. Buying laughs. Taking trash.
Spreading happiness, hiding sorrow.
He wont cry. He'll wake up with a smile tomorrow.



Hmmm....
I want to be......
I want to be my father's son.
My mother's cuddle
My brother's back
My sister's pillow.

And one day, my love's heart.


I want to be me. :-p

I wanted to do this for a long time. Finally got the chance.

I love Bob Marley. The man captivates me.

Born in poverty and brought up in poverty. Not many people in the world can claim to have accomplished so much in their life when the means to do so are just a sweet dream on a warm starry night.

I was watching this documentary about him and his music on the History channel. To tell you the truth, most of his initial appeal lay in his life style.
Simple, drugged and mostly trippy.

But go past the cool dreadlocks, the numerous drugs and his liberal views on the most taboo subjects in the world and you'll find a gem of a person. I mean for a man who lived on almost nothing most of his life, to be able to stay connected to his Rhastafarian roots is kinda hard. Specially when America offers you all its riches and temptations.

But the man returned to Jamaica. And lived there the rest of his life. They say he couldnt decide what to do with all the money they gave him for his music. Man i wish i could be like that. So humble, so simple.....
There's this little story about how he used to go and play football (his favorite sport) with the neighbourhood kids in Jamaica and every weekend he'd buy them footballs and football shoes and gear. One of those immensely touching things about him.

His music is beyond appraisal. Its reggae in its true form. Not the Sean Paul shit people listen to nowadays. Dealing with issues touching humanity as one. Poverty, sickness, hunger, freedom. Bob and the Wailers knew how to make songs that could pick up a lost soul on a low day.

Dats all i had ta say about dat. I'll let Bob finish off this post....

"One love, one heart
Lets get together and feel alright..
(Hear the children crying!)
One love, one heart
(I'm pleading to mankind!)
Say thanks and praise to the Lord
and now we'll feel alright...
Lets get together and feel alright"

I am Stone Man.


This is not a joke. And this is not about grass.

I am going to praise myself for being a block of ice. Really. I have this phenomenal ability to disregard pain. Not physical pain (i'm actually a bit of a wuss), but emotional pain.

Not stress. Stress is different. I get pissed when i'm stressed, as do a lot of people. I mean it would hurt me more if i were not able to finish some work i started than a bust up with a friend.
Its not like i dont want to feel hurt. Sometimes you want to share someone else's sorrow but you dont know what to say or do. Thats the case with me. All the time.....

Maybe i cant understand what those people are going through. Maybe i'm too thick skinned for it. Whatever it is, i'm not the person you want around to talk with when you're down. I wish i could be more like that, but i cant.

I dont like it when people take me for granted. But i guess i'm responsible for that too, the reason being my usual cheerful demeanour.

But now that i think about it there are a few things that will wind me up (my definition of pain)
a) My family (if something hurts them)
b) Ishita (if she's tired)
b) Sick people.

I am Stone man.
I am Stone man.
I AM STONE MAN.