The Song Remains the Same

I started listening to Zeppelin at the end of my first year at LSE. Before that I had heard a few songs, famous ones. But it was only after listening to each and every Zeppelin record to date, I came to the conclusion that there is none like them. Nor will there ever be anybody who comes even close. Album by album, song by song, Zeppelin picked me up from the ground and battered me against the wall mercilessly. Destroying and rebuilding me each and every second of my life.

 I have always been a rock fan. During my teenage years, I was more into grunge. Pearl Jam, Alice in Chains and that kinda music. Oh and a little metal too. Iron Maiden was amongst my favorites. Music inspired me, spoiled me, and gave me a reason to dream big. But after my teenage, as I stepped into my twenties, I almost lost interest in everything and music didn’t really move my feet like before. As a matter of fact life itself had lost its touch. There was nothing exciting for me anymore. And then suddenly, there was light, there was Led Zeppelin. There were songs that I could listen to for hours and days continuously and still not ever lose interest. Zeppelin’s music rekindled the spirit in me and that too with a bang. I grew my hair to my shoulders. I knew I was making a fool out of myself in the eyes of the world. I looked hideous but it was alright as long as I was following the footsteps of the great Zeppelin. I didn’t give a damn about anything or anyone. Such was my love for their music and what they did.

Gradually I also developed as a musician. As my guitar skills grew, my appreciation for Zeppelin’s music grew along. I could now understand the brilliance of their music in a better way. All those cool drum rolls that Bonham used to execute so effortlessly, those soul ripping guitar solos by Sir Jimmy Page, that groovy but deep Bassline by Jones and those crazy but melodious vocals by Plant. And it was the bluesy feel in Page’s playing, that developed my interest in the genre, I must admit!

Needless to say I don’t know what people may say or think. I’m sure that many of you must have followed a band. Many of you must have known that feeling where you love a song so much that it hurts. For me that band is Zeppelin. For me they are the best band ever. And the four individuals that make up Zeppelin are the greatest musicians in their respective fields. They’ll always be the best.

So anyways I have not been able to listen to Zeppelin for quite some time now. But today I decided to go crazy one more time and I’m having the time of my life. It’s the best rollercoaster ride ever. By the way I’m listening to Communication Breakdown right now. =D

Love and respect for Led Zeppelin. Forever. \../

Accursed Thinker over and out. =P =p

Makeesay Provoski: Part III – Sacrifice

His head held high up, his gaze down on the ground, with humility and a sense of pride, Provoski walked towards the altar of sacrifice. He was lead by Lenin, his mentor and the master of communism who was wearing a red gown with ancient communist symbols drawn on it. A colosseum surrounded the altar which was elevated right in the middle of an otherwise empty ground. Provoski was made to lie down on the altar as the crowd enjoyed every minute of the show. The High Council of Communist Priests formed a circle around the altar while Lenin performed the ritual. The lid on Provoski’s head was opened up. His sanity was sucked out of his brain and turned into a dog. The dog was then held high by an angel on one side and a demon on the other. The beat of insanity echoed throughout the universe. As the drums picked up momentum, Lenin held the sword high and with force, brought it down on the barking dog, splitting him into two halves from his stomach. The ritual was complete. Provoski’s head was closed and sealed. The blood of the dog was then drunk by Provoski’s parents, his friends and loved ones, his enemies and even Provoski himself. The entire event occurred in another dimension so after it was over, it seemed to Provoski, as if he just got up from a beautiful dream. And just a few hours later, he found himself sitting in a plane, heading back to U.S.S.R… leaving the bloodless dead body of “the dog”, somewhere in the deserts of Saudi Arabia…

Thal was a very small town. It had a small Red Army base here which stationed a brigade back then. If you entered the base from its main gate, drove straight,  took a left after about 2 kilometers then took the third street on left and stopped at the last house on right, you would end up at the Makeesay Residence.

The feeling of return was wonderful and Provoski wasn’t lonely anymore. He finally had a human friend. Her name was Frolova. The entire town sung songs of her character and nobility. But Provoski could only see her at school. So at home, he spent most of his time with his blue bicycle which soon became obsolete so the Colonel got him a new better one. It was a red B.M.X, which stayed with Provoski for around 3 years before dying of cancer.

The great Makeesay lived in Thal for about two years. Many great things happened here. After all it was here that Provoski was bestowed with the prestigious “Teeth of the Rabbit”. The exact date of the event is not clear. But it is said, that the ceremony took place sometime during the summers of 1992.

Well the summers flew and it was September. Provoski was preparing to leave this wonderful town. The next stop in his sacred journey was a small town by the name of Naushki in the South Russian state of Balochia. The journey was long and treacherous indeed…

To be continued…

Makeesay Provoski: Part II – Exile

Provoski’s birth was marked by the rise of a bright red star in the sky. The star rose from the south and stayed in the sky for a good seven days. After which, it moved towards north in a very zig zag manner and finally descended upon those, who had no hope of any kind. The event had already been predicted by the High Council of Communist Priests who had read it in their sacred Red Book.

The book also dictated that the Makeesay had to be exiled in order to complete his transition into human life. Therefore 10 months after his birth, at the start of year 1987, Provoski was banished from U.S.S.R and was sent to Saudi Arabia. The land of Arabs. There he lived in a small apartment in the port city of Al-Jubail. His life in exile was spent in the company of his dear friends; solitude, loneliness and realization. His training had begun and the moments he spent there, had a color. They were of the same color as yellow street lights on an empty road at 3:00 AM. Such was the aroma of his reality. The psychedelic images and memories of this time along with others, stayed with Provoski till his demise.

Provoski’s apartment was on 2^nd floor, from which he rarely (if ever) came out. At home he was surrounded by lifeless objects and spent most of his time creating meaning out of meaningless things. Lenin was an occasional visitor. Even the great Makeesay needed a mentor to guide him towards the red light.

It was during these conversations with Lenin that Provoski realized who he was to himself and to all the others around him.

To the evil, Provoski was the anti-Christ and to the good and the faithful, he was the Messiah. Provoski was the ultimate living example of Hegel’s Theory of Dialectics. He was the synthesis of two extremely opposite theses. He was the middle road. Since in order to survive, a man needs to have some evil in him. And in order to avoid being haunted by the inner voice, he needs to be good. With the balanced mix of good and evil, he is able to live a successful and peaceful life with no regrets

To himself, he was just… Provoski!

Time lingered on and it was finally 1990, the year of return. The rituals of the priests had begun. Makeesay had to present himself on the altar of sacrifice before he could come back…

To be continued…

Makeesay Provoski: Part I – Origins

3 February, 1986, a fine Monday morning. Provoski opened his eyes in this world for the first time. His transition into this life was complete. He finally had a body and mind of his own. The nurse who was actually a human re-incarnation of Satan, held him in her soft arms and brought him outside where his father, The Colonel waited restlessly. With big round eyes, Provoski explored the hostile environment around him. Only to realize that it was a maternity ward in some Red Army Hospital. His gaze reached beyond the walls to look at the people of the city. The city that surrounded his birth place was a crazy one. It has only gotten crazier with time.

Karachi, then a part of U.S.S.R, was a calm and quiet place. So calm that it almost smelt of madness. Provoski spent a couple of his early childhood years here. At the age of 2, he already knew that he was going to be a key but hidden player in the affairs of the world and this crazy city will be his base. He also knew that his contribution will never be acknowledged by the masses. They perhaps won’t even know about his existence. But his actions will create ripples across time and space. And history will get deformed and twisted like always.

On his 3^rd birthday, Provoski was crowned “Makeesay”, a title that has only been bestowed once since the creation of mankind. According to some ancient texts, Makeesay means “The Chosen One”. Hence the name Makeesay Provoski.

Silently Makeesay Provoski prepared for his journey ahead. In order to achieve his objectives, he will have to stay in oblivion for years and years. All great revolutionaries have to face banishment and exile. So Provoski too left the country .

During winters of 1990, Provoski returned and settled in the North Russian state of N.W.F.P, in a small town known as Thal, which is just a few kilometers away from another, more famous small town known as Kohat. Recollecting his memories of a time, strange beyond imagination.

To be continued…

Makeesay Provoski: Preface

Dear Readers,

From now on I’ll write a series of articles on the life of Makeesay Provoski (Born 1986, Died 2046). A father, son, husband, brother, writer, musician and academic, Provoski’s contribution to the modern world can never be overstated. His role in the Russian revolution is unprecedented. He was Lenin’s most trusted comrade till the end. At one occasion, Lenin is said to have remarked, ”The revolution could never have happened without Provoski”.

The articles draw primarily from Makeesay’s biography. All the copies of this book were burned and the author was publicly executed. So it was very difficult to get my hands on it. Luckily, I was able to salvage a copy from the ashes.

Anyways I will not write on Provoski alone. Other articles will get their due attention. But as a note, I won’t be publishing articles from the Provoski series on facebook,

So read on if you like.

Regards,

Accursed Thinker

An Ode to Pain

Dear Pain,

I just wanted to thank you. Coz you’ve done so much for me. So much that sometimes it seems tragic to my cold eyes. These tears are a living testament to that. I know you have a special liking for me. Well I like you too. That is why we are always together. You have always been there for me. You were there when I was a little kid. You were there when I was a messed up druggie teenager. And you are still there as I start my practical life. I know you’ll be there even when I’m on my deathbed. You stood by me when everyone else left. You noticed when no one else knew that I existed. I wish I could just rip open my heart for the world to see how much you dwell in it. How much space you occupy in this bleeding pump!

Everything reminds me of you. I can feel you humming along each time I’m singing. You are ringing with each and every strum. I don’t expect others to know about us. How close we are. Its a secret affair. The world will never understand and its not supposed to.

Oh and I also wanted to apologize. I have always been so rude to you. You knocked at my door and I always tried to avoid you. I’m very sorry for my behavior. I truly am. From this day onwards, I promise that I’ll embrace you with open arms. I’ll love you like you love me. I’ll never leave your side like you’ve never left mine. I’ll always keep the door open for you. Til my very last breath! And thats a promise!!!

Yours Truly

Accursed Thinker

Streamlining Your Life

Dude! Its not a process flow that you can define in terms of steps and diagrams. Its your damn life. But you still want to systemize and streamline it. So you exactly know what to do, where to go next and probably you don’t ever want to be lost for words. Don’t we all hate confusion and uncertainty, heh? Well I know one thing for sure; you are frustrated over a certain turn of events. If you weren’t, you wouldn’t read this. Maybe you are frustrated over the lack of control that you have over your life. But do not worry. Guess what! its your lucky day coz we'll cure all your pains. We'll take out your brain, clean it and put it back in its place. Yes sir, we'll do it for free.

So anyways I’ll share with you my personal failures at streamlining and controlling my life. This might feed your sadist soul and make you happy. If it doesn’t, you probably need to watch a few videos of hunger and famine. Just kidding =P

When I started my first job, I planned to do a lot of things. I made a schedule for myself. The schedule would ensure that I don’t become a workaholic. It would give me ample time to do all the things that I love to do. I was also supposed to join a gym, store my refrigerator with healthy food, veggies, get an internet connection, get a new set of strings for my guitar and resume blogging… And guess what I couldn’t do a single one of these things. NOT A SINGLE DAMN THING =(

Then… I realized…. *Huge Mega Realization Dawns on Me* =O

You see, for something as impulse as life, any set of rules is likely to become obsolete as soon as it is created. So stop stuffing your head with all the things that you want to do. Just flow with the flow. Free fall for a little while and patterns will emerge. Colors will realign themselves to form a picture. It will be a fine painting, Trust me! With the perfect mix of abstraction, pain, happiness, madness and mediocrity, its going to be a perfect life for you and me. And don’t worry its in unlimited supply. =D

So Live on my enemy!!! And yes there is probably one thing I’ll manage to do from now on, that is Blogging =P I hope So =/ So read on as well =P