The Man Who Sold His Soul
This is not a confused post.
This is an inspired post.
A post inspired by our tendency and weakness to follow people who are legends not because of the greatness they lived with but because of the way they chose to end their lives.
Watching from the other side of the window.
Severed ambitions gather into a haze.
A world so indulged in denying the legitimacy.
Nirvana – an excuse spreading like a craze.
Mind believing in a perfect life when lost.
Wandering in guidance of the umbrageous crest.
Patience evaporating with the alleged innocence.
Authenticity takes cover behind ridiculous jest.
In awe of people who could never hold on.
Exposed sentiments of gutless honesty.
Reciting their dilemmas as symphonies of truth.
Witnesses of hollow wisdom with audacity.
Once a domicile of wrecked will of merit.
I get dragged towards an ambiguous toll.
Before they brand me with customary fatigues.
I decided to be the man who sold his soul.
leave your precious words here
heart touched !!!
…was your comment !
he he … yeah
is anything wrong ??
im kinda sleepy head right now
Hey Archie…then take a break !
You are putting a lot of effort and heart behind your posts…you are supposed to be tired !!
All iz well
hey prashant i was typing , ” i m really touched by ur words … ” but somehow i swallowed the entire portion ….
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hota hai…just chill !!
Ah! This last picture remind’s me of Kurt Cobain.
Who is the guy, sir?
Cobain’s suicide note read:
‘Its better to burn out, than fade away.’
The guy would be my wife’s husband
Some irony – Kurt would just fade away only !!
Oh, you look so different Sir. Handsomely different.
See, with Kurt’s death i am still not clear. He was God, given the kind of music he created. But i think, he could’ve been murdered by his wife.
Who knows, right?
who cares…his wife didn’t, his recording company didn’t !
Bruce Lee was a better icon than him…any day…and pardon me…God?
Ah! You touched a delicate nerve here!!
I, for one, care. He was just a man in a different corner of the world. But i loved him. I do, still.
Gods of Music. That’s where i put him. Along with Roger Waters, Jim Morrison, Chris Martin, Steven Tyler.
the only thing I know is that he was just another musician and a failed human being.
I better support Saddam….at least he had the guts to carry on.
So basically you’re saying that if someone ends their life for some reason, they’re a failed human being.
Irrespective of how that person was, or who he was while he was alive?
If the reason for ending your life is drug overdose…yes, you are a failed human being.
To be frank, I would never want my daughters to idolize someone who couldn’t get his grey matter right.
The chaiwallah outside any office sets a better example.
Ah! There lies the problem. You’ve got the facts all wrong.
He shot himself in the head, with a suicide note lying by his side in unidentified handwriting.
He is the guy who gave us Smells like Teen Spirit! I am sure the daughters will sooner or later like his music. If not the man himself.
when i mentioned drug overdose…I was referring to these so called legendary artists in general…not anyone particular…(see my next post)
BTW Kurt had been taking marijuana since age 13 (pissed off childhood)….
by no means I am trying to demean him…but no body can force me to idolize him too…though, respect is there.
This is a beautiful post! It touched the bottom of my heart! Thank YOU for sharing!
Blessings,
-Naima.
Glad could reach there !
Thanks !!
You’re welcome!
-Naima.
VICTOR JARA
Víctor Lidio Jara Martínez (September 28, 1932 – September 16, 1973[1]) was a Chilean teacher, theatre director, poet, singer-songwriter, political activist and member of the Communist Party of Chile. A distinguished theatre director, he devoted himself to the development of Chilean theatre, directing a broad array of works from locally produced Chilean plays, to the classics of the world stage, to the experimental work of Ann Jellicoe. Simultaneously he developed in the field of music and played a pivotal role among neo-folkloric artists who established the Nueva Canción Chilena (New Chilean Song) movement which led to a revolution in the popular music of his country under the Salvador Allende government. Shortly after the Chilean coup of 11 September 1973, he was arrested, tortured and ultimately shot to death with 44 bullet shots by machine gun fire. His body was later thrown out into the street of a shanty town in Santiago.The contrast between the themes of his songs, on love, peace and social justice and the brutal way in which he was murdered transformed Jara into a symbol of struggle for human rights and justice across Latin America.
On the morning of September 12, Jara was taken, along with thousands of others, as a prisoner to the Chile Stadium (renamed the Estadio Víctor Jara in September 2003). In the hours and days that followed, many of those detained in the stadium were tortured and killed there by the military forces. Jara was repeatedly beaten and tortured; the bones in his hands were broken as were his ribs. Fellow political prisoners have testified that his captors mockingly suggested that he play guitar for them as he lay on the ground with broken hands. Defiantly, he sang part of “Venceremos” (We Will Win), a song supporting the Popular Unity coalition. After further beatings, he was machine-gunned on September 16, his body dumped on a road on the outskirts of Santiago and then taken to a city morgue where 44 bullets were found in his body.
(https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Victor_Jara(
I see no drugs in it…just pure madness on behalf of the artist and the liberator.
Thank you Ben for the wonderful insight. Coming from you, it means a lot !
Still, history is written by those who win…but there is always other side of the true…perhaps the true one..
Another take on “selling one’s soul on”.
They broke his hands so he could no longer play his guitar. He just kept singing. The had to take his life to end his singing. And even now he and his music is remembered and honoured. I could see some mirroring here …
mirroring in your wonderful comments…I too see it
I’ve started to type like 10 different words….I hate words sometimes, they don’t oblige me when I really truly NEED them!
This was just so amazing I wanted to say something really great like…powerful, well written, thought provoking….but none of those will do.
So, my friend, you have left me speechless. I love your writing and I love your picture, your loving spirit just shows in your eyes so very well! ( gorgeous guy for his gorgeous wife!) You leave me awestruck and inspired!! Hugs!
Confession : every time someone leaves a golden comment here, I have this strong urge to do something that would make them come back. Not for my statistics but to satisfy my madness to be somewhere – emotionally and artistically.
You are surely way on the top of the list whom I want to come back every time !!!
thank you Christina.
(I’m just trying to be half the man my wife deserves. The other half, I know she would take care of !)
Oh!! You are just so genuinely sweet, elegant, and an amazing writer!! I’m hooked…seriously!!
You write from your soul…and that is rare my friend! Especially when you have such a beautiful soul.
I have a feeling both you and your wife are equally deserving of each other! She is lucky as you say you are lucky to have her…cherish that as I know you do!
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