My tribute to my wonderful school..JVM shyamli..

Have you heard of hell's black gates?
I've seen them they are blue.
if you have as well, you might study..
In JVM Shyamali too.

A place where you come in all brilliant
And then lose everything you've got
A horrid land where imbeciles rule
And the ones with intellect rot

A place where bloody sinners preach
And the saints they love to swear
And a bulldog called Thakur doesn't bark..he shouts
At everyone who's got long hair.

And your class teacher- a loser who
Has failed the same exam eight-fold,
Tells you smugly to improve your grades
Man!! talk about being bold

And the counselor being the freak she is
Needs counseling herself.
Man, i wish someone would chop off her head
And put it on some shelf.

And you can barely recognize the statistics sir
He has taught you much too less.
Not enough to answer a single question
Let alone to pass the test.

When one English teacher is death personified
And the other seems dead herself
While one's an abomination the British left behind,
The other bores you like hell

And the economics ma'am believes in dictating
Notes no one can comprehend,
I blame you not if you curse your luck friend,
For to Jawahar Vidya Mandir you have been sent.

So if you are a pessimist like me,
Go on..write a silly verse.
And optimistic if you happen to be..
Pray that into infinitesimal pieces this abattoir does burst.

HASTA LA VICTORIA SIEMPRE !!!!!!!!!!!!

With anguished hearts, the revolution begins.
Silence shadows the footsteps on the dusty tracks.
Retribution awaits them for their sins.
It has been delayed long enough, now it won't be held back.

So keep your hearts steady,
And hold them guns tight.
And now that the resistance is ready,
We fight for whats right.

In the underbush, the reverend lies still
Checks his rifle, holds his breath.
And then he's up and away and gone for the kill
He's firing away like the angel of death.

Its in the wind that whimpers
On the cold desert path.
Its in the demons that whisper.
Its in the apocalypse's wrath.
Its in the light that burns from the fire's blaze
It is woken now, and its here to stay.

In the city suburbs,a boy opens his eyes.
Raises a clenched fist, a silent warcry.
They see him standing there, and shoot him thrice.
One last smile in defiance, and then he dies.

Its in the scars of the tortured.
Its in the blood in the streams.
Its in the last words of the murdered.
Its in Ernesto's dreams.
Its in the slogans of the rebels and the anarchist's stare.
Its in the wishes of millions, in the softly uttered prayer.
Its in the songs of victory, silently hummed.
And in the eternal hope that revolution will come.





HASTA LA VICTORIA SIEMPRE !!!!!!!!!!!!

Fading into the night..

Bleeding! My heart is bleeding
From all the venom inside
Screaming! I feel like screaming
Every time you choose to lie
Burning! I am burning
From all this despise
Fading! I am fading into the night....

Everything I knew has gone away...
Left me to die..so I can’t stay..
And so I’m fading into the night...

Traitors, jackals, twisted schemes,
Shattered hope and broken dreams,
Every last effort spent but in vain
No relief, no calm – only pain
And so I am fading into the night.
Reaching out-snatching at this darkness,
Doesn’t help much to erase
The countless memories that contain,
A damned life full of eternal pain,
Hell is right here, heaven far away
So I’m fading away
Fading into the night..
Have felt no love here.
Only hate.
Seen mine taken in a flash of a blade,
And everything I stand for is burning out.
I open my mouth but I can’t shout
And so I am fading into the night....
Sing to myself my own song,
A sense of loss like a piercing thorn,
The night won’t die
There won’t BE a morn
I have nothing to stay for
So I will be gone,
And I will fade into the night
Now between beliefs and survival,
I am torn..
I turn my back and I am gone,
I have faded into the night.

FIRESTORM

Ever since this happened,
I haven’t felt myself within me
A maelstrom of tears,
And i can’t believe what i see,

The promised land is burnin,
And I have lost faith in destiny,

Its like a FIRE STORM,
There’s no way out..
And i’m burning away,

There’s children out on the street,
Listen to their cries for mercy,
Hunger and tears,
Have shrouded this land in misery,
Holding back the anger,
For fear of my life, i live,
Its like a FIRE STORM,
There’s no way out..
And i’m burning away,

Cry to myself in anguish,
Open crimson scars that never heal,
Scream at my own reflection,
Can’t fathom how i feel,
Its like a FIRE STORM,
There’s no way out..
And i’m burning away,

Grey clouds, they let no sunshine,
And shed no rain to eat the flames,
God’s wicked as the devil here,...
It’s another of his sick games...
No place to leave..no place for me to stay,
The land i knew IS smouldering away.....

IMI TAVOR-----THE NEW BUTTKICKIN BULLPUP IS HERE

The piece of supreme design and advanced weaponry technology you can see in the picture is the IMI TAR-21 ( Tavor Assault Rifle- 21st century)

This mean carbine was developed by Israel Military Industries with the purpose of replacing the colt m-16s built under licensed production that were in service with most ground-based assault divisions of the army and paramilitary. In israel, firefights are predominantly urban and against personnel armed with Avotomat Kalashnikovas or in other words- AKs. Like any other operational region, the climate plays a huge role in the weapon reuqirements. The extreme heat of the desert combined with its dusty nature and various other factors demeaned a weapon that was radically modern, had good stopping power, a high rate of fire, good reliability and a less frequent need for cleaning. The answer was simple- an radically new bullpup design that could have the potential of changing the mechanisms used in the making of small arms for ever... The answer was:- IMI tavor

What made the tavor the compact and deadly assault carbine it is today, was the bullpup system which means in simple terms that the magazine was placed behind the trigger and the pistol grip rather than the other way around as in the case of the m-4 or the ak-47. This meant that there was a drastic reduction in weapon lenth without compromising on barrel length. This enabled the weapon to retain its accuracy. Chambered for the 5.56x45mm NATO cartridge, the tavor has a maximum effective range of 550 metres and is dead accurate at 300 which is more than you can ask of a gun that's only 650 mm in length. A rate of firing 700-950 rounds per minute makes it a lethal spray gun in urban encounters. Morover, since the weapon is short, it reduces the overall shadow cast by the soldier and thus aids in stealth in a daytime urban face off. A light weight of merely 3kgs and complete waterproofing makes it an ideal carbine for paramilitary forces too. the tavor accepts feed from 30-35 round STANAG magazines- the same as the m16. Thus a standard ammo can be used.


Already in service with the Givati brigade, Golani brigade and the Nahal brigade, it has become very clear that T.A.R.-21is going to be the future assault rifle of the Israeli armed forces. It has already seen action in Operation Defensive Shield, Operation Summer Rains, 2006 Lebanon War, 2008 South Ossetia War, Operation Cast Lead, Colombian armed conflict and the 2008 Cambodian-Thai stand-off. India had ordered M.T.A.R-21s for thespecial frontier forces, but they were returned after delivery with some complaints...they will now be reinduced in service with M-203 UBGLs.

When Mikhail Kalashnikov invented the ak-47 in 1947, it was a landmark in the development of assault rifles. Another one came with the invention of the m-16 by Eugine Stoner. The development of the TAVOR may be yet another.

of man and music

MUSIC....is good...me likes......better than human guts.....

okay, enough of the orc bullshit. And now to music, or my tastes in music. well, one word pretty much sums it all up- metal......loads of mind numbing, eardrum bursting, brain pulping, pile driving metal.....When i'm completely exhausted after a long and tiring day at school, and nothing gets through my skull, music pretty much gives me that much need dose of adrenaline....the sounds of metallica or iron maiden flowing through my bose earphones resurrect me of sorts. Sitting alone in a dark balcony or park, i close my eyes and let the music sweep through me until I'm aware of nothing else....then i open my eyes and let the night call to me....speak to me. it is an incredible feeling, a state where you feel a mixture of several emotions.....pride,love, hatred, rebellion.....and yet at the same time there is this queer feeling of absolute calmness flowing through you........and that is when that little voice inside your head speaks to you.....thats when you can listen to your heart and know for a fact what you really desire..................
yeah! music is better than human guts!!

rebel ways

Thunder split skies over cloven earth,
Condemned we are, condemned from birth
In the dark world, we have been sown like a seed,
Alienated and condemned but we shall breed,
Ridiculed and dismissed , we have but wept,
But our identities preserved, they have been kept,
Madman! Terrorist! , at every step been denied,
We mock their authority, they have been defied
Gaping scars, they hurt and bleed,
I wait for vengeance for my creed,
Hypocrites surround us and our demons inside,
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide,
Do what you can, you wont make us turn,
All who have scorned us, one day shall burn.
Convention we mock and prophecy we scorn,
The darkness shall end and our day will dawn

KEEPING THE GUNS ALIVE

Ratatat! Ratatat!
Ammo casing on the floor.
Ratatat! Ratatat!
Death is knocking on the door.
And this time around,
I'm gonna stand my ground.
I'll be keeping the guns alive!!

Lead is spraying in combat zone.
Tearing them asunder- a new skill to hone
Ratatat! Ratatat!
In combat's heat,
Rise in rebellion,
Take to the street.
Keep the guns alive!!

Black jackdaw- ill omen's bird.
Time to shine or bite the dirt.
Taking shots with precision,
Let forth battlecries and demolition
I'll be keeping the guns alive!!

Pick them pitchforks off the shelf.
God ain't gonna help you- help yourself,
No Allah, no Ram, no Jesus in this zone-
The path that I walk- a religion of my own..

Ratatat! Ratatat!
Feel the recoil.
Ratatat! Ratatat!
The land is swept in turmoil
And untill death vanquishes my life-
sure as hell..
I'LL BE KEEPING THEM GUNS ALIVE!!!!!!!

Sacrificed blood to the last drop.
Sown seeds of revolution now reap the crop.
Outside of cover, ain't no longer underground.
Ain't no darn hope for them,
The tables have turned around.
March on!!
March on!!
Till at last we reach there,
Show them the reality in their worst nightmares.
March on!!
March on!!
Till we're bangin' on their doors .
For we know they'll tremble
When they feel our force.
My brothers and sisters all weild their guns.
The peasants have got them and so have the nuns.
All unite against the oppressor to rebel.
The outcome of the battle only time shall tell.
Keep marchin' keep marchin'!!!!
With the spirit of of CHE
They have wronged us for centuries and they now will pay
Freedom will come, we will be unbound,
Those who looked away are now turning around
One day soon, a day will come
When to dictate us there will be none

bullcrap or whatever type of crap you fancy(if u got a problem with slangs, go shove your face elsewhere)

someone once told me this- LIFE'S A BITCH AND THEN YOU DIE. it was pretty funny so i pretty much laughed the rear end off. looking at the way things are going for me right now, i gess that i'm gonna have to shove my laughs right up my you-know -what.
right now i'm in Ranchi, which is probably the most loused up shit-hole on the planet.

yeah, right, its got decent climate i guess and it has pretty beautiful surroundings outside, but largely , life here sucks as in....big time. i study in a (allegedly it is) school called ...{umm on second thoughts..i will keep the name secret here} which resembles some sort of abattoir or perhaps a nazi concentration camp. the teachers, being creatures that are barely sentient ( they must be cloning a new variety of them opressors here. i've been through a fair share of schools in my 16 years of damned existance but i've never seen teachers of this grade. i mean, of course teachers are dumb, which is why they are teachers anyway,but how dumb can you get man? My physics teacher, for example- a dumb zombie that goes by the name of Nirakar Acharya resembles a semi concussed troll to such an extent that if the harry potter production guys(i mean the films producers not his parents. just checking... if it was one of my teachers reading he would have thought it was the latter. THATS how dumb they are) had spotted him they would have saved some money on visual effects. Mind you, I am no great looker myself, but at least, i dont look like a mountain with a coconut for a head.

whoa! once i read that , it becomes pretty clear that i am pretty frustrated right now...
will get back to this later

dark transformations

Icebergs burnt and fires gone cold,
Things go bad as the misery unfolds,
Found angels in the darkness and demons in the light
I’m, Alone and forsaken yet willing to fight,
A dark room that holds me and my thoughts
The sombre graveyard where my spirit rots
They took away my soul gave me nothing in lieu
Someday soon now I’ll have my due.

a dark nightmare haunts me , plagues my sleep,
a vast crevasse , I fall down and deep
through flooded sands and blazing water
I’ve gone so numb, but the fire in my heart-
DAMN! It just burns hotter
The devil inside grins wolfishly as I frown
SHIT! Looks like I shot my guardian angels down.
Surrounded , but still I stand my ground-
The holy warrior lost and never found

Pain pierced through as then I fall to hell
as my blood and flesh now rebel
Sick of betrayal and tired of good
Cast away the paladin’s helm and draw the dark hood.

Tired of awaiting the promised light
Injured and poisoned I scream out into the night
Burn my oaths and burn my harness
The light can go suck it! I embrace the darkness !!!!
The righteous warlord now lives to defile.
And my dark face now twists into a smile
Under my hood.
I MAY BE BAD BUT I BLOODY FEEL GOOD!