heavybison rock heavy metal judas priest led zep nirvana toys in the attic rocks off doors i wish i die listening to rock.....a cerebral attack...no pain...wish death was so easy... :-) it never is...

It's 1:47 Am. I'm listening to Rocks off - Aerosmith. I'm surprised i didn't get hooked on to this album earlier. I'm 32 now. I'm almost 15 years late on this one. But then again...maybe i wasn't mature enuf for this when i should have been. Back then i was crazy about L.A.Woman(No regrets, mind you) and Apetite for Destruction. Come to think of it, i've been late on so many good stuff i should have....miss my grass..

Hooded sadhu...

Back when i was a kid goin' to school, we used to play soccer on a huge cement strip. The surface was as rough as can be and if you were unfortunate and took a tumble, ure knees would sure be in a bad shape. We didn't use a regular soccer ball. It was a kind of red rubber ball that was a good 10cms or so smaller in diameter than the regular ball which meant that if u didn't connect properly, ure toes got it real bad. Back in our parts, the sun sets around 6 if it was a good summer's day which meant that if we started around 5, we would usually have a good hours play. Around 5:30 everyday, just when things were starting to heat up during the cource of the match, suddenly a piercing gong like sound would be heard. We would all be stunned into silence, for that sound announced the arrival of a passerby tantrik sadhu. Now this fellow, now that i think back on it after so many years, was really of a harmless sort, honking around localities, scavenging solitary bucks from unsuspecting souls but back then when i was a kid, his presense took on a whole new meaning...
He was a big brute of a man, dressed in a flaming red robe, a big turbanized headband, hooded eyes accentuated by heavy use of mascara, that looked at you as if your whole soul lay bare before him. As soon as we saw him, we would gather around together, as if seeking solace in togetherness, finding new strength in togetherness. Together we knew, we could jump on him, beat him to pulp but should he catch us alone....those were thoughts that gave us the creeps.
Just another fragmented part of our childhood memories............he must be long dead now..