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the 'Fist' & the 'Pacifist'
Though my soul may set in darkness, it shall rise in perfect light,
I have loved the stars too fondly, to be fearful of the night.
Friday, February 24, 2006
Finding Nemo...

The trains rushed by, at first - murky dark silhouettes disseminating into the night, then gathering themselves to splinter the calm.

The concrete sleeper lying by the track shuddered; the quiver ran up our spines. My mind floated to vibrational energy, "vibrations are quantized energy" I thought to myself.

Nemo was sitting on a rock, doing his own version of Knockin on Heavens Door. One of his many covers, each different...sometimes he crooned his "Oooos", other times he grunted them gruffily.

To piss him off bad, one just had to ask him "Brother you doin the Indigo Girls cover?" And he would hit the ceiling!

I swayed to the tune almost involuntarily. Sid was trying to blow smoke rings, he blew nondescript vanishing cones instead. "He must be pining for her again", I thought to myself. I was going to holler out to him, but another train hurtled past. Men jostled for space on footboards. Dim lights rushed past with rattling velocity.

We soon had a chorus going, Rohit and Adi theatrically swayed behind Nemo.

Nemo didn't lash out this time, he was in his own little world. He strummed his guitar softer and sang sweeter.


I didn't know then, that one day he would be building petrol pumps in little towns. The days I watch the news till the end, the weather girl pans her hand and points to where he might be.

We drank sweet tea at bus stops. Watched the Star Wars trilogy, rewinding our favorite parts. Hiked rides on a truck. Smoked cheap cigarettes and studied all night. We did it all.

And now, an Ipod on a long haul flight. Strange faces in fancy bars, tall drinks with exotic names. Tax returns and EMI's, wifi hotspots and Lebanese food.


Mama take this badge off me
I can't use it any more.
It's getting dark... too dark to see.
Feels like I am knocking on heavens door.


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