A Post Long Due....... Comfortably Numb

Hi,
There is a song by Pink Floyd thought of sharing it wid u.

Comfortably Numb
Pink Floyd

Hello?
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone home?
Come on, now.
I hear you're feeling down.
Well I can ease your pain,
Get you on your feet again.
Relax.
I need some information first.
Just the basic facts,
Can you show me where it hurts?
There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin'.
When I was a child I had a fever.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I got that feeling once again.
I can't explain, you would not understand.
This is not how I am.
I have become comfortably numb.
Ok.
Just a little pinprick.
There'll be no more ...Aaaaaahhhhh!
But you may feel a little sick.
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working. Good.
That'll keep you going for the show.
Come on it's time to go.
There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin'.
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse,
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone.
I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child is grown, the dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.

When u r numb it is great u dnt actually feel the pain. Dnt wrry I am fine, nthin hs hppnd to me. Just Found the phrase gr8 so thought shud share wid you.

Take care
D.


30.03.05

i read ur mail yesterday....


And he has become comfortably numb
now, my voice just breaks before it reaches the shore.
Every ripple that i create fails to reach his heart,
The breakers of distance have taken my voice far away.
I knwo there isn't much to say,
Yet i know, there is so much i need to say.
As i look beyond, towards the setting sun,
His face darkens and i lose sight of him.
May be i should focus on something else,
Till his memories are dimmed.
Yet i know, i cannot ever let him go,
Cause he is a part of me.
Cause he is someone special to me.
To let him go i'd have to know
That i hate him so much, to let him go
I know, i do, i don't hate you.
I wish i could somehow say this,
corny, Crappy and perhaps a little bored,
I miss you so much, i really do,
i know you know that too.
But it's just so, that you have become
Comfortably Numb (to me).

Reflections in idleness:

Comfortably Numb - Pink Floyd
How I wish I could become comfortably numb! Yet I cannot help but feel that the only way to become numb to any feelings would be to either go into 'comatose', (coma to naïve readers) and vegetate or simply be dead. Neither of the options seems very exciting. After all being a vegetable is out of the question, they would never accept me, I mean the vegetables that is. But I have been quite a friend to them; after all I do so hate eating them, which logically means I love them so much that I just cannot harm them. So, I 'd get all the votes for my induction, may be except the potatoes, they do not like me, and so I love them, oops! No, hate them so I eat them. So I have no objections of being termed a 'veggie' but what about death?
Dead- ehh? Well I am not one to be buried so no tombstone for me, thank God! Other wise I'd be worried to death (!!) about the inscription to be put on the block of weight on my burial plot. Oh! How can I forget the 6 feet of ground, very essential and, what with so little ground space left on Earth. What a disaster! I guess we are reaching that future time when we will give burials to dear- dead, oops! I mean 'departed' in some other comfortably chilled or heated planet or may be a comet even. Jokes apart, burial plot or tombstone, or both are not my headache. I will be burned to Heaven, or Hell, whichever. Burnt is bad, more like incinerated and ashes sprinkled, nah!! I'd want them to keep me in a nice jar. But that would be little difficult to pull off.
So, can't die, can't vegetate! Tough life! Surely if I do not worry about the after death worries- I'd be cool, I mean cold, when you are dead you turn cold (dah! You know that.) So, now that I have decided upon death unto me, let's see what are the ways one can die.
But that I will do after I have finished roasting my brains over IMF, UNCTAD, and may be with a sprinkling of Government taxation and oh! a dash of Budget Deficit. Ahh! Yummy! Will just be back with Priyanka's brain- a la carte`- Hannibal style.
'Bheja fry' that's the term in Indian cuisine, anyway, the point is my brain is on an overdrive, I cannot let it marinate. So Economics will have to wait till I finish this.
On the thought of Hannibal, I was just wondering, how about I put my death wish on the Spider's web, oops, wrong term I meant the triple 'W'. And then sympathetic yet, loopy serial killer can help. And no, sir/madam, please do not eat me, I have no intentions of joining you for dinner. So that's out. Let's see what's left- on the Bheja fry issue, I was electrocuting is good- nice even! Except for the 'jhatka' - "zor ka jhatka zor se hi lagta hai". Unfortunate! - may be I'll get a new spiky hairdo in that attempt. But that's quite a worthless effort when one has "Center Shock" to do the job. Those were two very good ideas down the "Hutch"- no I mean hatch- tad bit difficult to keep track with so many ads barging my brain. Ahh ! my brain ! my brain cannot be killed it seems. Even if I vegetate I'd still have a live brain. Sad!!
So now too more ordinary even mundane means. These days people have really lost, well forgotten the art of death. I mean after all, who jumps in front of a Metro? Good question, I'd say very technologically aware and people on the "Fast Track", watches by Titan- oops - sorry ad disturbance. Anyways, so where were we? Ahh in a Metro station waiting to jump. You know half the people die on the tracks because of the live third rail and not by going under the carriages to be turned into 'keema'. So we have a problem , we want 'keema' and we get only roasted humans . Sad! The Government ought to do something about this.
Now to jump off the damn platform, sorry I was never good at sports. I think it is easier to get killed on the escalator than take the plunge into the rails- or should I say onto the rails. " In this fast paced world who has the time to sulk or brood, feel like dieing- take the fastest transport to heaven or hell which ever you prefer - "Metro" ,the solution to all your problems. "Help us, kill you". Too good! Bravo!! A perfect solution for our cash starved railways - " daily special trains for taking your life away". "Would you like a Metro ticket or an express ticket, madam?" None. Thank you.
Metro is out, guess what's in? Campos. Yippy! Wrong spelling?? Sorry! I am a little tired. Anyway, so where is the strip of tablets, darn! I had kept it safely hidden away but so safely that I myself cannot find it. But that was two years ago, I bet it's expired by now. But I wonder, expired medication can be a killer or just a couple of white tablets. I mean the damn things will lose their capacity to put me to sleep. I wonder why I am feeling so tired?!
My ex-boyfriend tried Campos, he took a couple of strips, but look he is alive and kicking. But I guess he has always been a loser must have got the medication wrong and spent some hours in the bathroom. I am so darn inspired! I mean the Campos not the loo. But no use asking the s.o.b where he bought the medicine from- he will understand what I am up to and well after the usual emotional turmoil I will change my mind.
May be I should hang myself - bad idea, the fan might not be able to stand my weight, no better I am sure to sink like a log if I jumped into water or may be I'd float, I have got so much air in me. That's it, I can't die. How absolutely miserable!
Changed my mind, yes, oh yes, I can do that, I am good at that, I am so damn indecisive and changeable, I can change my mind. No, no, no brain transplant required but just change my mind, hey how about I do that.
Of course, I have a feeling it's too late, cause I am really feeling very sleepy, I guess the Campos still retains its substance. So, bye bye world, I will see you in next life, what can go wrong now? Nothing, except I may wake up in a hospital! Darn that will be bad!
This is entirely your fault Pink Floyd, it was your idea to be "comfortably numb" and you did not write how- that's so unfair. I do not profess to understand but a pin prick, nah! I have too sensitive a skin and I'd be all, ouch!! Nuts or what? So since you have given people the brilliant idea that when you are numb you don't feel any pain, you ought to have told them how to become numb- physically, mentally, emotionally. Hats off to those who have learnt it - and sad plight to those (who haven't learnt) that love them and care for them. You have a convert on your side Floyd dear, but I am miserable and have a death wish. But how does that matter to you convert, he is comfortably numb.
Great! Three cheers for Numbness! Hip Hip …..