Angry rantings of a Mad Man in the Making...

Let's all run armour clad through the streets. Let the bridges burn. Let the buildings burn. Let it all be brought down to dust. Let's destroy all that we ever built. Let's destroy ourselves. Let's remind those that ever caused us pain just what pain is. Let's ensure they and everyone else suffer. Let's ensure that they remember. That everyone remembers that day when it all came crashing down. Drop atom bombs and moltoves and the truth on to every being that we hate the most. Let the cities burn. Let the naxalites and the seperatists destroy our ways of living. Let our perception be destroyed. Yet our ideals be destroyed. Let out emotions be let out. Let it pain. Let it hurt. Let it crumble down around us as we fall to our knees, elbow deep in rainwater and blood looking up in pain and dispair at the sun that never came out, hidden by the clouds. The black, black clouds of death and despair. Let it al be over. It it all be done.

Now let the next day come. Let the clouds part, let the sun shine. Let us look at the world again, destroyed. Finished. Brought back to the very beginning of itself. Let there be Clarity of Thought. Finally, Clarity of Thought, and Action, and all that is true. Let us begin once more, correct all that we did wrong. Let us start afresh. With all that we lacked before. Let it begin once more, if only to fall and be rebuilt again. Let it happen every day and every minute and every second of our lives. Let it go.

Mad Man in the Making

Ever ferlt like you're losing it? I feel that every day. Like I'm losing it a little at a time. But hey! What do I know! But think about it. Look around, and you'll realize that somewhere in the middle of every room. At the end of some random phone line or text conversation, there exists a mad man in the making, Someone that's slowly losing it at a time. Watch out for those man... Watch out...

On The Bus Preview!

Lyrics and info are in the Description! :)

Seeds Part 1

At 10PM on a Saturday night, a fat man in a South Mumbai theater has a bout of inspiration. A little seed comes into existence inside his brain that, if planted, sheltered and watered just right could become something life-changing! But at that point of time, all of the fat man's energies are focused at sustaining the seed just long enough to be planted into some firm soil somewhere outside this theater.

At A quarter past 5 on a lazy Sunday evening, eight fingers and a couple of thumbs beat away incessantly on a little white keyboard. Letters flash on to a screen. A seed is planted.

A few years later, as the fat man and his friends watch as silent standers-by, that very idea is ruthlessly cut down. A Multiplex is made instead. An idea dies.

Of course, sometimes, a stray seed from a fallen tree is carried further than expected. A little sparrow at 4AM sings a little seed into Somebody's mind ever so gently and from there the idea drips into a little garden that our Mr. Somebody has maintained for far too long without a fruit. A few years later, a revolution occurs. All because of what happened in a South Mumbai theater at 10PM.

Ideas are wonderful. Nai? So wonderful in fact, that I'm going to write about them some more!

NYU

Application's done! All the required material's been sent in to NYU for a admission into the Music Technology program!  Now all that's left it for them to say "Come On Over Ustaad!" or something like that! Let's hope I get through!

Hope! Hope I Say!

2010

What I'll remember about 2010. (Well at least the good stuff!)

The Music.

The People.

The Smiling and the Breaking Down.

My Brother Aditya's Awesomeness.

The Music I Made with Namit.

Times spent with Tulika Gupta.

Annoying Aanchul Lalla. :)

Making new friends like Aditi Shenvi and Laura Aksika and getting in touch with old ones like Pranav Dixit.

The Darkness and The Light and this City in between, showing us the best of both worlds.

You know what? Fuck it. 2010, I have no complaints. You were everything I could've wanted and more. Thank You.

New Song Lyrics.

Here's the Song:

http://soundcloud.com/aakashmehta/newsongdemo

Here are the lyrics!

A Music making entity that lived inside a cave,

Discovered accidentally that he was very brave,

He walked up to the army man and asked him for his gun,

The rest is all but history for what is done is done.

He then looked to humanity but found it very strange,

He looked at all his idols, one by they had to change.

So Music Making Entity went out to look for you,

Went walking incidentally to Mrs. Marry Stew,

she took him by the collar then and almost made him cry,

But Music Making Entity was not that kind of guy,

He told her he had work to do and he could not be late,

and Mrs. Stew's shananagance was slow at any rate.

So Music Making Entity set out to look again,

He looked across the valley and inside the tiger's den.

But every clue he found was round and did not point to you,

And Dear Mr. Entity had started feeling blue...

So Music Making entity sat down and wrote a song,

Left him feeling good again and left him feeling strong,

He got back up to look for you just as he does today,

Sitting every now and then to write a song or pray,

And children love to come to see and smile even wave,

at the Music Making Entity that lived inside a cave.