Corporate Social Negligence!

remembering zadosky…

Posted in Uncategorized by clash on May 8, 2005

Looking down on the floor at the mirror shades shimmering in the light, the ghost from the past began to take shape….. I=zadosky was not dettered!! nothing in the past could agonize him anymore. As the roads ahead of me seem to have cruel and infintie imaginations. the road was the worst hallucination of them all, leading towards home and then away from it, without end with too many signs and no directions.

I was like a cattle on the battlefield in search of grass. “a light beer waiter, a light beer and an idea not soluble in water,an idea to which blue light gives right of way -waiter my beer!! all of us who flirt with the past and stirr up the dregs may return home over the military highway through the red sea piled up- waiter my beer!!”-to the left and right!!

he asked himself:

“tell me, what do you think of the soviet system?” :

when men have lost their natural instincts and ignore the obligations imposed on them by the system, then there is no hope that the system will correct the loss that has been caused, until recognition of lost instincts has been restored.

so what is the link between us? :

look back. what has become of us? how stoned and sceptical the cold war has left us?? my head expanded! shrewd tacticians ,able specialists who try for the possible and actually -when no unexpected obstacle arise -attain it. but nothing more…

how can i get out of this maze? :

i found myself caught in a strange immobility. the omnipotent system is like a peaceful man but the persons who spoils his peace will find that he is a lion, an elephant. His thunder will strike then and on top of that he will send his boys to beat them up. there is no escaping him.

what is it that still binds us? :

well…… what is the mystery that hides in the eyes of Sabrina- the teenage witch,for all the magic i had seen, what made harry’s scar twitch? involuntary realtionship between the system and myself is not one that can be broken by my conscious self. This paradox in life keeps

ing…. absolutely mind boggling…

in the midst of dim lights and soothing sounds the cigar smoke was thick and floating,spiralling its way in to the empty darknes that held their space in the dim corners…… like me…

one gets used to things getting harder;
one ceases to be surprised that
what used to be as hard as
hard can be, grows harder yet.
Waiter!! hic!! .. one moah.. beah…!!

ticking away the moments that make up a dull day,
fritter and waste thehours in a awful way….
digging around all the pieces of ground ….
in your home town, waiting for someone or something..
to show you the way… TUCK!!

Zadosky’s heart was ticking for sometime.. beer trickling down his neck. the ghosts of the past have been finally slain!! (zadosky was cold)

credits- Adolf hitler,ben okri,arundhati roy, gunter grass, j.m. coetzee, floyd, manchu,robin,pku,and the open secret that pervade all the darkest alleys on earth!!

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  1. Pistolegriff said, on May 9, 2005 at 12:21 pm

    Dude where can i get more of this..

  2. chunds said, on May 9, 2005 at 1:36 pm

    seriously, what r u talkin about??

  3. clash said, on May 9, 2005 at 6:17 pm

    there is nothing more of this.. “this piece of prose is a conjuring trick” !!

  4. glimmer said, on May 10, 2005 at 5:26 am

    chunds i am with you! what is he talking about???

    “you be with a person, you tend to know more…
    you be with a person the more he gets complex?
    is life that unfair?”

  5. clash said, on May 10, 2005 at 10:23 am

    now i think.. i will reveal the secret behind this prose, i had this written on a piece of paper which was inside one book i brought back from college. tracing the origin, its written by me,rob,manchu and pee-koo for creative writing contest nitfest. the deadline for submitting was 12.30pm, we sat for the creative brainstorming at 11.30 in the morning armed with 3 missles. but later when those were launched we understood it was 12 so what we did is.. we took : famished road: ben okri, god of small…, mein kampf, local anaesthetic: gunter grass and bits and pieces of these books were transcended in to a coherent piece of prose. now it being coherent was only for us, or for our state of being! now.. thats why life becomes so unfair.. when u r not in that “state of being” :)-

  6. Kraz Arkin said, on May 10, 2005 at 2:15 pm

    Clash? You mean you fought the law but the law one? Ahh i need some more of that Idukki Gold.

  7. chunds said, on May 10, 2005 at 4:58 pm

    im in no position to talk about life being fair or unfair. im in enough shit of my own….

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