23 January 2010

From Photo-a-day-2010

Mumbai: Any day of any week, traffic and more traffic and many more people, shuttling from one end to another and in between - whether day or afternoon or evening or night, we run and chase and hunt the elusive dream.

From Photo-a-day-2010

The Money making machine, is it the city, its people or the illusion that we are going somewhere, that the pasture is just one more mile away.

"Run, run, run", reminds me of a spooky song by "The Doors". The immortal voice of Jim Morrison as a ghostly guide to the human-un-kind.

"Not to touch the earth" by The Doors
Not to touch the earth
Not to see the sun
Nothing left to do, but
Run, run, run
Let's run
Let's run

House upon the hill
Moon is lying still
Shadows of the trees
Witnessing the wild breeze
C'mon baby run with me
Let's run

Run with me
Run with me
Run with me
Let's run

The mansion is warm, at the top of the hill
Rich are the rooms and the comforts there
Red are the arms of luxuriant chairs
And you won't know a thing till you get inside

Dead president's corpse in the driver's car
The engine runs on glue and tar
Come on along, not goin' very far
To the East to meet the Czar

Run with me
Run with me
Run with me
Let's run

Whoa!

Some outlaws lived by the side of a lake
The minister's daughter's in love with the snake
Who lives in a well by the side of the road
Wake up, girl, we're almost home

Ya, c'mon!

We should see the gates by mornin'
We should be inside the evenin'

Sun, sun, sun
Burn, burn, burn
Soon, soon, soon
Moon, moon, moon
I will get you
Soon!
Soon!
Soon!

I am the Lizard King
I can do anything

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