Fade in Music. Lusty Guitar Riffs in the distance. Industrial Base distortion in the air. Rich kids on crack shouting like their genitals are on fire.
And they ought to be, for Rock ‘n’ Roll is the Devil’s worship. When the musty drugs are high, and the cheap beer kicks in; when the sweat is hot, and the hormones take control – Music is salvation. The odd guitar lick gyrates in your head, it’s opiate vibrations feeding on the most extreme thoughts in your brain, reminding you how your life is spinning out of control – how your average tequila vomits per week are higher than your college attendance, or how that tasteful chick with the perky tits you met at a poet friend’s place is doing the rounds of your wet dreams more than your current girlfriend does, or how you’re jerking off on the orange napkins your mother gifted you the last month you bathed, when you’re not stealing money from her purse to massage your narcotic lifestyle.
Yet you scream till your kidneys explode, and try to forget that life will always suck for an average person like you. That’s when you know that you’re in a rock concert, a shrine of Lucifer – a revolutionary, a non-conformist, a leader, a giver of hope.
Welcome to BITS Pilani.
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May 22, 2012 at 10:33 PM
regarding what makes us love rock n roll.
what makes you think, makes you feel that the greatest depression in our lives is our life :D Now this is one dialogue from one of my favorite movie
we all grew watching television thinking we'll become millionaires and rock-stars, but we wont. we are slowly starting to realize that. AND WE ARE VERY VERY PISSED OFF :D nice work man :) cheers
May 22, 2012 at 10:36 PM
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About us
Once accustomed to each others daily company in a hexagonal room, looking not much unlike the 25 other odd male inhabitants in a conformity-intended ensemble, we occupied the same high school space. In running the risk of cliched nostalgic reminiscence; those were certainly days of bro-bonding like none other.
We find ourselves today, at three vastly different cities and institutions of higher learning. What still sustains our friendship though; beyond and despite the lack of geographical proximity, is what I shall simplistically attempt to explain with the aid of a statistical math tool (refer:common ground).
With these pleasantries out of the way; let me further convolute this introduction.
There are nerds, and there are jocks. There are the deeply pious, and the self-righteous atheists. The lost poets in apathetic tees and the narcissistic yuppies in classy 3-piece GQs. The thums up lovers and the connoisseurs of fine wine.
Or as I would like to think of us; both and neither.
There is an oxymoron in there somewhere
For at some point in our lives; we've each played a video game for 9 hours straight, spent a session from midnight to dawn of uninterrupted street football, quoted Nietzshe and then laughed on last nights How I Met ..
you get the idea.
We find ourselves today, at three vastly different cities and institutions of higher learning. What still sustains our friendship though; beyond and despite the lack of geographical proximity, is what I shall simplistically attempt to explain with the aid of a statistical math tool (refer:common ground).
With these pleasantries out of the way; let me further convolute this introduction.
There are nerds, and there are jocks. There are the deeply pious, and the self-righteous atheists. The lost poets in apathetic tees and the narcissistic yuppies in classy 3-piece GQs. The thums up lovers and the connoisseurs of fine wine.
Or as I would like to think of us; both and neither.
There is an oxymoron in there somewhere
For at some point in our lives; we've each played a video game for 9 hours straight, spent a session from midnight to dawn of uninterrupted street football, quoted Nietzshe and then laughed on last nights How I Met ..
you get the idea.
