Sunday, March 22, 2009

A tribute to Korn


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I was in Form 3 when the name Korn first seemed appealing. In Form 1, the Metallica craze of being Old Skool still rung in my mind (before Iron Maiden sealed its place forever lol) but Korn was always viewed as a Nu Metal band, along with the likes of System of a Down, Killswitch Engage and so on. As a non-conformist, i let my bitter ego shade me for appreciating the works of art by these bands and it was only after a while that i took into my stride the era of nu metal (btw Linkin park isn't here - Linkin Park are Ipod metal - some shit you mix on a computer and play for others)

I once wondered if I was born into an era 20 years behind, as in my Infatuation with the works of Jimi and Led Zeppelin and how the music scene is slowly being killed by the likes of R&B and Hiphop- no offence to the fans of these music.
I once heard Sam Dunne (anthropologist on the evolution of Metal) call Metal the only male orgasm that lasts. I always puzzled at it. Jack Black got 1000 people to beg "the God's of Rock and Roll" Led Zeppelin for the right to use 'The Immigrant Song' for the movie School Of Rock.
And for once i understood exactly what it meant.
Having Korn, especially Jon Davis racing from behind the curtains with a spinechilling scream in Kilts send every ounce of blood in me into a rapture. It was so breathtaking just admiring what was going on stage. The deafening yells of the crowd in unison with the strumming of Munky and the Smacking Bass by Fieldy - alongside their new drumming phenomenon Ray Luzier, with his ass cracking double paddles.

It was the fastest 90 minutes of my life. And the beauty of it is that, thats the only detailed memory I have of sunburst 2009. I mean we had so many other bands, but nothing redefined that night like Korn.
"Valhalla, I'm Coming Home'' (immigrant song). The manner in which Johnny Plant uttered the mentioned words explained my every emotion during the 90mins of baptism. Valhalla is a mystical place in Viking Mythology in Asgard owned by the God Oden. Chosen by Odin, half of those that die in combat travel to Valhalla upon death, led by valkyries, while the other half go to the goddess Freyja's field Folkvangr. In short Valhalla means hall of the chosen dead. Where eternal life is bestowed upon those who arrive at its doorstep.
A proper metal concert felt like that, like your soul had left your body into Jonathan's hands as he molds your emotions as you yell out 'Something takes a part of me' (freak on a leash). I have always admired the way JD expresses every emotion that he had when he wrote the song on the canvas that represents his face. I now realise why I have been told to see Korn live. Jonathan Davis relives every moment of his life in that very song. Someone told me today that Metal is too loud. Its too noisy. But thats how true aggression is expressed. When you do badly in an exam, guys especially, they don't feel like crying, they feel like smashing a window or breaking a door down. Anger is the most expressive of all emotions and aggression is the most definitive form of anger. A burning desire to set yourself free from the clutches of the world. i've always pictured it as someone running hard away from a bubbling muck that pulls him back into a pit. There is a need to break free. a need to be unshackled. and nothing satisfies this desire more than metal. No offence to Coldplay, but it would never have offered me such an escape. I waited there in the front row for 2.5 hours with Renuka's brother Govind, and a part of me thought what if Korn turns out to be disappointing, and watching the showmanship on NERD, I was beginning to wonder if Korn could live up to it. And I had a refresher course in why metal is the only element in my blood. Plain simple, it made me feel like crying and ripping my shirt off at the same time.
A lady in heels stepped on my foot many times while the crowds were jostling during the concert. A bunch of idiotic white guys were in front of me, one guy claiming he came to Sunburst for Erykah Badu.. and i felt so cheated. I mean really, you take the place of a fellow metalhead just cos u felt like it? (seeing that he was in front of the railings. and when you're at the railings ur supposed to bust your gut. lean over the fence and take the moshpit's after effects as you yell out the words to Got The Life and not stand a foot away and ensure no one cuts your queue. Metalheads are about the nicest people you'll ever meet. So back to that lady who stepped on my foot. I kinda ensured she wasn't affected to badly by the mosh pit by placing her between me and another guy in front and absorbing the shocks of the pit. no it had nothing to do with her looks or her hot pants, its chivalry, every metalhead has it. and like she stepped on my foot many times in her heels. During one song, Blind, I smiled at her and said "BiTCH!! MY FOOT!!" (as the music had got my adrenaline running) and she said sorry. We smiled and got on with it. When i explained the incident to a friend of mine she said i was rude. but it's hard to explain the actual situation to her.

Frank Zappa's band was called Mothers' of invention.
In metal terms mother is short for mother fucker and its not what it means in hip hop n R&B:)
mind you mother fucker means someone that's fucking awesome at playing the guitars. Bitch just means lady, and Son of a bitch means guy.

My lady friend found the song faget quite offensive without knowing that JD is actually referring to himself. Many a time JD relates his personal experience and undying need to break away from the shackles of his life as he lived a hard life of being an outcast.

This phenomena enables him to so vividly express it in words. The scream of JD is like none other. the raw hoarseness of his voice shrieks the devils inside everyone and its an invitation to sail away into another time and space, so much so you wake up from it wondering what happened.

To Sunburst I thank you for KORN.
To Korn, i thank you for reinstilling my faith that there can be none better than metal.
To Led Zep, i thank you for the invitation to the court of Oden,
To Metal, i thank you for quenching my desire,
To Jack Black, i understand how the hammer of thor feels when it knocks on your door. The title Gods in metal is a very feasible term. there're only few that can take your breath away and give you a new lease of life in that very instant.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

nullum magnum ingenium sine mixtura dementiae fuit

''There has been no great wisdom without an element of madness''



It has been a long time coming but I needed a good post to like increase the visitor count on my blog once again:)

Today, as almost every Wednesday I go to the temple. Well today's sermon was a tad bit different.
An interesting verse by Fareed was discussed.

ਫਰੀਦਾ ਜੋ ਤੈ ਮਾਰਨਿ ਮੁਕੀਆਂ ਤਿਨ੍ਹ੍ਹਾ ਨ ਮਾਰੇ ਘੁੰਮਿ ॥
Fareed, do not turn around and strike those who strike you with their fists.

ਆਪਨੜੈ ਘਰਿ ਜਾਈਐ ਪੈਰ ਤਿਨ੍ਹ੍ਹਾ ਦੇ ਚੁੰਮਿ ॥੭॥
Kiss their feet, and return to your own home. ||7||

and another verse

ਨਾ ਕੋ ਬੈਰੀ ਨਹੀ ਬਿਗਾਨਾ ਸਗਲ ਸੰਗਿ ਹਮ ਕਉ ਬਨਿ ਆਈ ॥
No one is my enemy, and no one is a stranger to me. I get along with everyone

Next we were told about the story of Bhai Ghanaiya.
Now my Punjabi history may be rusty to my years may be a little mingled up. But the story of Bhai (translation means brother) Ghanaiya (characters name) I fondly remember.

This was during the Punjabi-Mughal wars during the time of our tenth Guru, Guru Gobind Singh.
What happened was during the war many soldiers had fallen down due to the heatwave that day. Mind you soldiers back then carried nothing but solid iron in their vests, helmets, swords (i carried a sword myself and I can assure you it weighed around 15-20kgs easily) along with their footwear and others. So a heatstroke would be a commonplace. The Sikhs were defeating the Mughals as they had chosen the rugged heated terrain to their favour. However one man, called Bhai Ghanaiya was passing by. With him he carried a tank of water. And he poured water on the faces of both Mughals and Sikhs, quenching their thirst and many of them woke up to fight once more. Seeing that most men down were Mughals, the Sikh generals were quite puzzled. So Bhai Ghanaiya was summoned. And when summoned he said, Sir I do not see who is good or bad in thsi battlefield. But all I see is a Holy Spirit 'begging' for water. Sir tell me how do I resist when a Holy Spirit begs? On hearing this Guru Gobind sent him back into the battle field urging him to save more lives.

No this is not a religious sermon rather a stand I am taking for today. The path of righteousness. No I am not an agnostic or an atheistic person. I have my own religion and beliefs. But a strong part of me believes we live in a world today where there is little difference between right and wrong. I once questioned the hatred against the Jews to a Muslim friend of mine (mind you she's very articulate and intelligent so I do trust her) and she admits the Jews are intelligent but because of the Gulf War and her upbringing she says most Muslims see the Jews as evil. I do apologize for using your statement here if you do read this blog. I understand its not a direct quotation but rather a paraphrase and I hope it's an accurate one. I personally believe there is no good nor evil there. The Jews claim the 'Holy' Land is theirs and invaded it, but the Palestinians should've known better than to send rockets out on Christmas. So yes, both parties are technically right and wrong. The paths chosen if argued would be 3 different paths. The Jewish reasoning of 'we were here first', the Palestinian reasoning of 'we stayed here longer' or my favourite, both of you guys are wrong.

Do take notice i'm not being a diplomat. Diplomats would agree with both sides. What I am doing is putting them both in their place.

The Bible speaks of such people as shepherds.
Those who take the path of righteousness, those who choose to take that fine line between what is deemed good or bad are shepherds. (at this point if I am wrong do correct me)

Firstly for those who aren't familiar with the Bible I shall give you an introduction.

The first shepherd recorded in the Bible was Abel, the son of Adam.(i think)

"Genesis 4:1 And Adam knew Eve his wife; and she conceived, and bare Cain, and said, I have gotten a man from the LORD. 2. And she again bare his brother Abel. And Abel was a keeper of sheep, but Cain was a tiller of the ground."

So Cain and Abel each chose different methods for acquiring food. Cain, the elder brother, chose farming, while Abel raised sheep. Both are later asked to make sacrifices.

"Genesis 1:3 And in process of time it came to pass, that Cain brought of the fruit of the ground an offering unto the LORD. 4. And Abel, he also brought of the firstlings of his flock and of the fat thereof. And the LORD had respect unto Abel and to his offering: 5. But unto Cain and to his offering he had not respect. And Cain was very wroth, and his countenance fell."

At this point both men are charged 'tax' as both are made to sacrifice out of their labours. In Sikhism we call this 'Daswandh'. In Islam they call is Zakat. - though it does not mean literal sacrifice- rather a donation in both cases as i mentioned. Do not take this literally, for you may misquote me and get me into trouble. So back to the story, as one was a shepherd he naturally sacrificed his sheep and the farmer sacrificed what he had, fruits.

Genesis 1:6 And the LORD said unto Cain, Why art thou wroth? and why is thy countenance fallen? 7. If thou doest well, shalt thou not be accepted? and if thou doest not well, sin lieth at the door. And unto thee shall be his desire, and thou shalt rule over him. 8. And Cain talked with Abel his brother: and it came to pass, when they were in the field, that Cain rose up against Abel his brother, and slew him.

So here, God provided a logical solution to Cain. While Cain had offered an unaccepible offering, this was not really a problem, as he had the opportunity to correct his actions. God asked “Why art thou wroth? and why is thy counenance fallen?” as if “what's the problem?” If God was saying that it was not a problem then obviously he didn't have a lot to be concerned about. At this point, he had not sinned or even necessarily done anything to be ashamed of. Furthermore, God then provided the solution to Cain, “If thou doest well, shalt thou not be accepted?” Here he was basically saying that Cain didn't need to be the first to make the acceptable offering --- just that he had to do it. History, in verse 8, shows that Cain did not choose to follow the advice, and indeed the commandment of God, and instead killed Abel --- making the first shepherd the first murder victim.

The shepherd here was an innocent bystander who perished. But one who did not choose or favour any side. I'm not raising anti-God statements here mind you. Its just that the name of God has been taken in vain these days especially in Holy wars and such. I mean the idea of war itself is a sin, slewing of men and pillaging of homes and stuff, is that the true path to righteousness?

Anyway back to the shepherd and his journeys.

The next time it appears in the Bible is Mark 15:19 as seen in Passion of the Christ where the high priests choose to release the murderer Barrabas to have Jesus crucified. The shepherd here was sacrificed in envy as the Jews at this point in time saw Jesus as a threat to their superiority and rule. The Shepherd here was sacrificed - righteous (ok at this point i realise righteous people keep dying but hang in there) the high priests (apparently good at that time), Barrabas (definitely bad). And the Path between both paths is the path of righteousness.

Psalms 23:1 (A Psalm of David.) The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want. 2. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. 3. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. 4. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. 5. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. 6. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.

In this chapter, David is likening God to a shepherd. Indeed, he is saying that God is his shepherd, He makes him lie down in green pastures. Green pastures, of course, are rich in food and save from starvation. He also leads him beside the still waters. Sheep don't like drinking from any fast-flowing watercourses, and instead need still ponds or pools of water. So, here the shepherd is supplying the basic needs of the sheep.

At this point the Lord is chosen as the Shepherd, and as the Bible goes you shall realise that the Shepherd is one that picked no sides, nor did he point out which was good nor bad. He only speaks of the path of righteousness. One that trancends good or bad. Good or bad is only a matter of perception. But Righteousness is a stand. A human suicide bomber may be good or bad, but definitely not righteous.

John 10:11 I am the good shepherd: the good shepherd giveth his life for the sheep. 12. But he that is an hireling, and not the shepherd, whose own the sheep are not, seeth the wolf coming, and leaveth the sheep, and fleeth: and the wolf catcheth them, and scattereth the sheep. 13. The hireling fleeth, because he is an hireling, and careth not for the sheep. 14. I am the good shepherd, and know my sheep, and am known of mine. 15. As the Father knoweth me, even so know I the Father: and I lay down my life for the sheep. 16. And other sheep I have, which are not of this fold: them also I must bring, and they shall hear my voice; and there shall be one fold, and one shepherd.

A shepherd is not one who is a diplomat- that is to say something to please some one - a hireling, a yes man. Rather one who stands up to be counted and stands out, one who chooses the path that cannot be argued right or wrong.

Such is the path of Bhai Ghanaiya. And possibly many other Characters and scholars from the past.

I just read a book by Malcolm Gladwell called The Tipping Point. It is about the law of capitalism and how certain things happen overnight. The first example is about how Hush Puppies which almost became bankrupt finally became a household name in shoeware. He talks about how something can tip and loose its balance and just cause a total makeover in seconds. Like the Starbucks phenomenon. It defies the laws of evolution, progression. it happens like geometric progression. How high would a large piece of paper (A3) be if it were folded 50 times?


the answer is peculiar- to the sun and back mind you. it is only in theory but its quite fascinating right?

anyway my point about the book was that the hardline it is trying to drill is to be a shepherd, the one that walks the path in between good and bad. I tend to take sides myself very often. Often supporting a friend in need. Recently on a trip with some friends, I was bestowed the role of the shepherd, in which I was made a human being, and I had voices and whispers surround me. 2 or more different stands and I was to take one, and for once I took the hardline stand of being a shepherd. And true to its word, it got me no where. To some, I'm seen as a softie, one that would be bent over easily, to another, as one who had no stand, no stance, but personally I felt, I was neither right nor wrong. And only when another person I call my conscience assured me of my stand, i felt better. At this moment those of you who're reading this may question the characters, but I assure you, it is not that I was afraid to take a stand. Rather I chose not to. And i did not give an implication that i was taking sides, i shunned all sides. I chose to be a non aligned person, totally. and that to me was the shepherd's path.

You see I personally feel we're all monkeying around. I mean can there really be a good deed? the concept of heaven and hell lay testament that there can never be a true good deed. For whenever something good is done, i can relate it to dangling a carrot in front of someone. To buy your way back into heaven as Constantine was told by Gabriel. So long as that lingers, there is no true good deed. Which makes hell that much more likely. But a bad thing, lets say a war, a holy war, lets take sides A and B ( to avoid offending anyone). If A were to win, did they condemn all of those from B to heaven or hell? B died in a holy war, technically they're all shahids. and A killed more than B, which makes them murderers, sinners, killers. But the argument continues A claims their sovereign Lord shall save them in battle and B claims likewise. So can there be a wrong Lord?
the path of righteousness is never wrong. It says, if in war you help the victims, you haven't taken any side. And trust me this is the hardest stand to take.

Bhai Ghanaiya you can say did what the Red Cross is doing now many years back. Isn't it a wonder that the red cross flag is an exact fit of the puzzle to the swiss flag. The Swiss, the only true non aligned country in the world. Yes I said it. Because the others claim to be NAM but they just shoot off when things go bad. The Swiss arrange for 'tabletalks' between world leaders.
Isn't it ironic that a piece of their flag is cut out into a cross and you get the red cross - the non aligned members of a warzone.

Ok at this point someone is going to ask me but what's the point of this post. My answer is simple. In every argument, in every fight, there will always be a good and bad one. If we can choose to be a Shepherd just once, there shall be a true winner. And you will have my respect.
And if I step over the line, do shepherd me back to my path for I am a sheep at heart as well.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Audere est facere - To dare is to do.

My post today is going to be short and sweet:) (for once- without any controversies)


Just View this video *it'll take about 75 minutes for the video alone so please be patient.
And do comment on it.
I personally found it very inspiring. I for one am a person that fears dying. I've always thought of dying as similar to sleeping and like if there is a heaven or hell, or a cycle of life, would I ever get one as interesting as this one? Would I ever be Sanjeet again..


I won't say this answered my questions but it provided me with a different outlook.