MEIN HERZ BRENNT

Nun liebe Kinder gebt fein acht
ich bin die Stimme aus dem Kissen
ich hab euch etwas mitgebracht
hab es aus meiner Brust gerissen
Mit diesem Herz hab ich die Macht
die Augenlider zu erpressen
ich singe bis der Tag erwacht
ein heller Schein am Firmament
Mein Herz brennt
Sie kommen zu euch in der Nacht
Dämonen Geister schwarze Feen
sie kriechen aus dem Kellerschacht
und werden unter euer Bettzeug sehen
Nun liebe Kinder gebt fein acht
ich bin die Stimme aus dem Kissen
ich hab euch etwas mitgebracht
ein heller Schein am Firmament
Mein Herz brennt
Sie kommen zu euch in der Nacht
und stehlen eure kleinen heißen Tränen
sie warten bis der Mond erwacht
und drücken sie in meine kalten Venen
Nun liebe Kinder gebt fein acht
ich bin die Stimme aus dem Kissen
ich singe bis der Tag erwacht
ein heller Schein am Firmament
Mein Herz brennt

this is one of the best songs i've heard :)

enjoy the lyrics :P
signing off!

Tale of my Ancestors

well, this post maybe a bit boring for those who have no clue about our lost "lineage" :P . This was my attempt to trace my roots back. First i come from an orthodox brahmin community whose gotra is HARITHASA. Gotra is a sanskrit term which broadly refers to people who are descendants in an unbroken male line from a common male ancestor.
 

                         Harit/Harita was an ancient and great prince of the Suryavansha dynasty, best known because he is the ancestor of my Brahmin lineage, Harithasa gotra. Brahmins like me trace our origins our lineage to harita ;) :D This is unusual as most Brahmins are descended from ancient sages, whereas the Brahmins of Haritsa Gotra are descended from kshatriyas trained by the Brahmin Angirasa. This created, according to the Linga Purana, 'Brahmins' with the properties of Kshatriyas. to put it in a simple way, i am a brahmin who is a kshatriya by blood :D may be i can attribute my "never say die" attitude to this relation. ;) I am proud of the fact that the same lineage i was born with, i share it with Lord Rama and Buddha.

                        For the past 20 years i was lost in iniquity and even regretted being a brahmin, but after reading epics i preferred to come out of shadows and lead a life based on the ethics of my religion and try to surpass my predecessors in my own way. ;) :D

signing off!

the warrior priest :P

ROCK IS DEAD

ROCK IS DEAD- Marlyn Manson


All simple monkeys with alien babies 
Amphetamines for boys 
Crucifixes for ladies 
Sampled and soulless 
Worldwide and real webbed 
You sell all the living 
For more safer dead 

Anything to belong 

[Chorus:]
Rock is deader than dead 
Shock is all in your head 
Your sex and your dope is all that were fed 
So fuck all your protests and put them to bed 

God is in the T.V. 

1,000 mothers are praying for it 
We're so full of hope 
And so full of shit 
Build a new god to medicate and to ape 
Sell us ersatz dressed up and real fake 

Anything to belong 

Rock is deader than dead

[Chorus repeat]

God is in the T.V.

"RED DEVILS"

football has always been a fascinating game for me ever since i was 9.My first ever football match happened to be a champions league final between Manchester United and Bayern Munich. As the match progressed i got attracted to the United play and even witnessed one of the best moments in my life when teddy sheringham and Ole gunnar Solskjaer score at CAMP NOU and the entire crowd estimated around 90000 were swept into frenzy..!!
From that day i have followed Manchester United and i can proudly say that its my boyhood club :) ever since then i had this desire to go to OLD TRAFFORD witness the "RED DEVILS" in action.
its been wonderful 11 years since that memorable finale '99 and i never regretted in my decision of supporting UNITED. perhaps football runs in my veins and united in my heart.. ;)
11 glorious seasons in which i have seen United rise into the ranks of a major European club. i have grown watching my idol RYAN GIGGS score some spectacular goals for united and helping them in dominating the  centre stage. maybe i can attribute the fact that i have inculcated some desirable traits from the man himself :)

i am "UNITED BORN AND BRED"

Life after Fergie

          

Eric Cantona has warned of "problems" ahead for Manchester United when "Gandhi-like" Sir Alex Ferguson walks away from Old Trafford and leaves the Glazer family without the club’s driving force.

Cantona, who accepted the role of Director of Soccer at the newly-reformed New York Cosmos last month, is credited with inspiring United’s rise to prominence under Ferguson in the early-1990s by helping end the club’s 26-year wait for the league title in 1992-93.

Statistics of Sir Alex Ferguson

11 Premier League Titles

2 Champions League 

5 FA Cups

4 League Cups

9 FA Community Shield

1 FIFA Club World Cup

The Frenchman fears that Manchester United's fate post-Ferguson is a concern, however, due to his huge influence on the club.

And speaking to the New York Times, Cantona insisted Ferguson is crucial to United when asked whether he is staying away from the club until the Glazers are no longer the owners.

Cantona said: “All I will say is that I think Ferguson will stay as the manager, after that, there will be more problems. Today, he is like Gandhi on the game side. With Manchester, I prefer to say, to think, to realise that Ferguson is a kind of genius.

“He had so many different generations of players now. He’s 70 (later this year) and works with players 18 years old, but adapts himself to all generations.

 Hope Fergie lives on FOREVER WITH THE RED DEVILS :)

flashbacks of engineering

Three days of college + Three exams. That is all!

This is unbelievable. All of a sudden, with no warning, we are done with college.

I'm pretty sure I'm expected to feel nostalgic, with fond remembrances of people and situations and place and lecturers...well, maybe not lecturers, but the rest?

No sentimentality? No slush? No tear-jerking farewells and goodbyes?

I've been trying to publish a post here for a long time now, but I just haven't managed to come up with anything decent. The problem is, out of the two classes per day, three days per week, 'x' weeks this semester, we have all managed to attend, maybe, a total of 20 classes. That doesn't leave us with enough 'fond memories' to write about. I've only been thrown out of class once, this semester. Not one dire warning of "You will fail this subject". Zero sports and games. Zero carroms and table tennis. No fooling around in college wasting time.

Well, probably the best semester of all time. Not coming to college does that to you I suppose.

Project work was a very enlightening experience. I now know I don't want to work in IT.
In case you are curious, all of us did manage to do legitimate projects. Under good companies.
We are a bunch of smart students, after all.

I'm completely out of things to write about.
Let the rambling begin.