What potent blood hath modest May!

Beltane is a celtic word meaning brilliant fire. Its celebrated on the eve of the first day of May to welcome spring/summer. Basically a pagan festival celebrating rebirth in nature. Every year in Edinburgh there's a massive bonfire on Calton hill. Got a chance to see it this year. Was expecting alot of pagan obscenity,half naked men and painted faces breathing fire.I got just that and more. We started with our walk up calton hill at 8:30pm. Reached there just in time to catch the sunset. Yup...sunset at 9 pm!

Anyway, so we were allowed alcohol in plastic bottles for safety reasons or whatever but I hadn't gone thru the pains of buying and decanting into pet bottle. Was a bit chilly up there and was just about cursing myself for not gettin-de-booze when brian opened his backpack and voila- cans n cans of beer! bless that irish lad. Also, for the first time in Edinburgh, with all its ban on smoking in public places including pubs...here I was..with a smoke in one hand, beer in another!AAAh! Was Bliss ...except for the crowd of 15000.It was mad rush. Soon the festival started off with drumming and burning of giant penises and symbols of pagan God n Goddess on the acropolis. In the backdrop was an almost full moon. Was surreal. After that it was total chaos. Half the crowd followed the parade while the other I-thought-we-were-being-smart-half( included us) decided to get a good place to view the finale. We got good places alright...but to see an empty stage! We waited for 2 hours, in 7 degrees...waiting for the damn show to start. Apparently the parade went all the way around the hill so yea ..that took a bloody long time.Finally close to MIDNIGHT, thr was some action- fire torches and lo n behold NAKED PEOPLE!Lots of tits, no dicks! Fair??? But just when all us women in the crowd were about to get disappointed ..in came naked men...lots of them...bodies painted red..juggling fire and dancing like crazy fucks. Oooh it was quite good. By then, I'd forgotten how cold I was. Then the May queen took center stage and performed some obscene fucking ritual with a naked horned king and then more hooting and screaming. I HATED having to stand for 4 hours on my toes trying to get a good view. But the whole thing was a wild experience.

...The pictures all came out so bad.:( I hate my camera. Got some good videos of 'the nakedness' though...may be I'll upload it on youtube.

This is SPARTAAA

Spartans, What is your profession???
-To get drunk when scantily clad!

Was supposed to be a '300' inspired maad night. Was still alright though. Dressed my worst in the last minute- was looking like a goth spartan more than anything else. Shud've put some effort coz some ppl had really got it going...the home made/rented costumes were great.Anyway,we came back early coz soon enough the dj set his stuff on repeat/ auto whatevr n disappeared and I wasnt getting drunk even after a 750 ml of smirnoff. i guess neither were the rest.hmmm!! Hope it wasnt cheap moonshine ..coz I'm not in for blindness after alcohol. Was a long taxi ride home and voila! here me am... hiccuping like crazy...i neeed wateer! ow haha starting to fucking hurt.Will get some water n zzz. night

hate at first sight

Love is all we need? NOT. Thats what everybody talks about isnt it? LOVE, love and more of it. Thats even what makes the world go around, apparently! But lets stop and look at Hate for a wee bit -a perfectly natural emotion, an equal contender and yet a complementary aspect of love. Lets be thankful for all the hate in this world for without it we would not know the true meaning of love, let alone learn to value it for everything it is. Rock legends, Def Lepperd have sung about times when love and hate collide. There is nothing of that sort here. What follows is just an analysis of pure HATE or atleast an attempt at analyzing this often "hated" emotion by means of a series of unweighted questions.

When does pure hatred and a mere dislike merge into one? When does one stop knowing which is which? What was this hatred born of? What or whom is it going to destroy? What is the purpose of this hate? Why is it so often blinding and intense?Does it make you wake up angry each morning or is it just mere irritation for a short while? Does it make you resort to something to relieve the disgusting feeling you carry around with yourself? Is it helping at all? Did you want to be a hater? Do you want to be a hater? If not, do you feel you can't help it? How long can you go on hating before it consumes you? Do you hate in secret or do you let it be known? Can you forgive? Can you forget? What do you think about the phrase, 'Live and Let Live' and 'Let bygones be bygones'? Are you too hard on yourself sometimes or are you too hard on others? Do you give them a second chance? Or do you even give them a chance at all? How is hate affecting your life? Has it caused any changes in every day behavior?Does it hurt to hate or does it bring you joy? Does it drive you insane or do you find an explosion of creativity and focus while at it?

Well, nothing new or "profound" has come out of this analysing bullshit. I just HATE it when I can't answer questions especially if they're my own! I need to wind up this post right here. So, for concluding thoughts, in terms of emotions and their relation to music, if I was feeling LOVE and if I were a music conductor with that silly stick they wave ard, I could maybe come up with a sweet tune. Mostly of angellic, lullaby-ish sort which'll put eveyone to sleep. But very sweet, Very...peaceful and all that. Now If I was feeling Hate on the other hand...it would be a grand symphony of pure and unrestrained heat, frenzied notes that come together to sound like what could possibly be a jaw dropping performance that deserves a standing ovation! There lies the difference between the two. Also, a similarity in that there is undeniably creative beauty in both.