GOOD RIDDANCE

Swear to god there's no better stress buster than music.

O YEAH BABY! WROTE DOWN CHORDS FOR THE SONG I WROTE MONTHS AGO

Wrote this song 7 long months ago. Now I guess I've got the chords right. Greatto!! Ma 1st OWN COMP!!

STONER SONGS!

E
Stoner songs!
G
In my mob!
C
Screamin out!
F D A
Lets get high!

E
Stoner songs!
G
In my mob!
C
Screamin out!
F-----D---A
Lets get high!

C----Am---C--Am-C---Am--D
Come to the horizon and go beyond
-C-Am---C----AmC-----Am-----------D
It happens when u -see all -that you never saw
---C---Am------C---Am---D---E---E
So lets get there, drift away n sing wid me..

E
Stoner songs!
G
In my mob!
C
Screamin out!
F---D-- A
Lets get high!



E
Stoner songs!
G
In my mob!
C
Screamin out!
F---D--A
Lets get high!

C---Am--C--Am---C---AmD
Like atom like is the vast uni-verse
-----------C---Am--CAm------C-Am-----------D
Look at the dark world above you to know who you are
C----Am-------C----Am-------D----E---E
duh.. raa raa.. duh.. raa raa.. duh.. raa raaaa..

E
Stoner songs!
G
In my mob!
C
Screamin out!
F---D--A
Lets get haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa....

I guess the Es at the end of the 2 stanzas going into the chorus need some visiting by me n all my mentors. Googlevana! Saurav! helpout guys!

Disclaimer: I was on nothing but some yummy pasta n a heavenlycup of hazlenut capuccino when I got this brainwave.

Testing my phone's email client.

Ui..!

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BIRBAL KI KHICHRI

They were the good old days when men used to be men. People never used to work their minds too much, and got flattered easily. One such man was emperor Akbar. A man spent the whole night in the palace lake. When Akbar asked him, did he not feel cold.. the man replied that the little light from the palace gave him all the warmth he needed. While that flattered the simpleton in Akbar, there was someone around to drive some sense into the emperor. He bunked the courtroom that day, calling in sick(no phones back then, must have sent a messenger). So Akbar went himself to visit dear friend Birbal. There was Birbal lying on the bed, and a pot hanging on top of him. Confused Mr. Akbar scratched his head and asked,"Dude, whats with that pot hanging over you?" And Birbal replied, "that's the khichri the doc prescribed". He went on to say, "if your palace light can keep that man in th pool warm, then the fever in my body can cook the khichri". And, that's exactly what I would say about this attempt of keeping this chinese curry warm. So that my friends, is Birbal ki khichri.

Or you might say Birbal ke chinese.

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AND MORE:

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WINDSCREEN STORIES: An interesting set

WINDSCREEN STORIES:
An interesting set of pics from a day of driving through city streets, seem through the windshield.

ECLIPSE

ECLIPSE

"BUT WE'RE ALL GAY!!"

Recently I read this article in DT about whether Delhi pubs letting only couples in was 'Anti-Gay'? This reminds me of one hell of an anecdote from my first year at college. Couple of our seniors wanted to paardy.. N as the plan went around everyone hopped in and by 8 in the evening it was 13 guys game for a guys binge out. Mr Bacchan 'shaved off' to make that smooth impression on the pubbing crowd. Everyone put on their cool t's and sneakers.. N all jumped into the cab.

Yeah cab.. Its actually a mini-van.. the size of a big ambulance that we're used to calling RTVs or 'Hari Bhari' here in Delhi. Those were the times when we had made it a habit to invade the porches of big five stars in these rickety vehicles, creating a gaudy contrast with the Mercs, Audis and the Porsches in the background, much to the horror of the doormen and the front office staff.

But that never bothered us one bit. What was to happen that night was rather humiliating.. and super fun in the hind side(No.. stop thinking too much and read on). Thanks to my previous time we went out.. with Sachin Ball n Daadi, Bikes n Barells was the first choice.. If only we could get in. When we asked the cabby to drive us to Residency Towers he frowned.. saying we were wasting out money and that we would enjoy Saravana Bhavan(referred to as SB henceforth) much more. When we laughed off at this suggestion, little did we know that he'll be laughing at us all night long after what was gonna follow. We reached Bikes in out characteristic style.. our driver sane enough to notice the frowns of the valet guys. Me, Sachin and dear friends Shashi and Robbin happily entered and started ordering as well without realizing that smooth Mr. Bacchan, Shiv along with Jeenie had fell into their own trap. Shaving made them look too young, and the doorman insisted on IDs. As much as we act like who gives a damn.. ;) In the end its One for all and all for one you know.. So out we went, the driver must've thought, and rightly so.. the boys've been thrown out. Only, we were in no mood to listen to him n go to SB. So we said next stop.. Speed! a few more Kms down Annaa Salai. We had great plans, of groups of guys who look old enough going in with each of those who were stopped at Bikes. But another form of sexual discrimination awaited us at Speed. And those were the days when Junkyard Groove lead vocalist Ameet used to be on the staff at speed. Shashi bhai n co walking a little ahead of us were stopped.. The dooreman telling them with an attempted sweet smile.. "Saturday sir, we have entry only for couples." And to that the post modern thinker in Shashi had a brilliant snappy spark of a response. "But we're all Gay!!" He declared, looking back at this scattered gang of 13. They say that everyone at the entrance, was rolling over laughing. As far as me and a few others were concerned, we turned back almost instantly and rushed into to the cab like models who've just had a wardrobe malfunction rushing into the wings, red faced inside, but tryin to be cool n confident outside. Well, these days one would say its just something we could simply laugh off. But that's now.. n that was then. Again shamelessly smiling at the driver.. SB seriously looking like a real possibility now. Our last resort was.. StarRock. and after a little quarreling we managed to get it. And the rest as they say, is history.

Couldn't help but remember this night when I read this article in DT. Now I know there'll be many a friend of mine wanting to beat me up for writing this. ;)

As I said, lets all get shameless and vote congress. So hear we are..
Again putting more dough into the hands that never deliver, or should
i say, the hands which have the most consistent record of not
delivering. 'Pranabda, where's the vision?' asked a headline in TOI.
People would have forgotten super procrastinating ways of the
congress, thanks to the nation being spared from a full blown cong
rule, for more that 10 years.. Not setting firm targets is she best
way to keep justify non-performance later on. The BEST way to thank
the electorate and give them exactly what they asked for is to bring
back the glorious days of opaque governance. And this budget puts us
well on our way to those days.. What's more? They justify their
proposed, non-transparent, passive and stagnant governance(simply put,
all the chori they're gonna do in the year to come), by saying that
budgets don't include declaration of policy matters..! Wow.. That's
what you call, "ek to com chori, uspe seena zori!!!"

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SUSTAINABLE INEQUALITY: WHAT SAY DEAR MR. SAINATH?

I hate The Hindu! I mean, the news paper. And my friends very well know it. But today I was filled with admiration for one of their great collumnists., P Sainath. Yes, I'm getting extremely impulsive these day's. That's exactly why I'm writing this post post when I really should be practicing on my brand new six strings. And perhapse that's exactly why I got so charged up with the interview of P Sainath on NDTV that while logging into blogger I started typing psainath instead of my id. After a long time some one could actually sensitize me about the glaring inequality in our society today. You can find out more about this great dude on these links:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/P._Sainath

http://www.indiatogether.org/opinions/psainath/

To tell you the truth I wasn't sensitized about inequalities and as I do believe that, inequality is at the core of our society, or any society for that matter. In fact, this once I was so dam pissed at the disastrous interpretations of equality made by most politicians, so enraged by societies inherent way of painting everyone in the same color, that I wanted to get a tattoo at the back of my neck that read, "I!=U". So, I love the inequalities in a society. They are the driver of the society. It is this gradient that makes society flow like the Ganges, metamorphosize(if there's verb like that) and not stagnate like a dead lake. But hearing from the ediot box what Mr Sainath had to say, brought an amazing thought to my mind.. I went euraka! This inequality that I romantisize, as beautiful as it well and truly is, needs to be within limits, for the sake of its own sustainability. That's when I asked myself, am I the first one to coin the term, "Sustainable Inequality"??

Now what on earth is that? I feel its best to explain with an example. I feel destiny is nothing but some mathematics.(Dunno where did that come from) Look, I feel, and we all know, that right now, and for a very long time in our history, at the receiving end of this great inequality has been our good ol' farmer. This cycle is about to change, or shall say the plunging happiness quotient of the farmer is close to getting bottomed out. Right now the world is looking at a very real scare of going without food. Focus in the next few decades will gradually shift to farms, and food production. the equation or rather the 'inequation', is going to change. There are two ways this'll happen. Either we get some sense into our heads, and bring some real focus to the farm sector, or we be the happy go lucky type society.. waiting for the farmer to catch his sickle, leave the harvest and come after us slick urbane types. The former, is what I call 'sustainable inequality'. All it says is, don't strech inequalities to a level where, simply put, it just snaps. I feel, in a broad sense, the society is also a corporation, that to a monopoly. You need to give the remuneration one deserves, cos attrition from the corporation called 'society', leads to birth of the gangsta, the rioter, the terrorist. One way or another the inequity will prevail.

I wish Mr. Sainath would actually come across this post and have the time to comment on this.

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HERE'S MORE!
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EVERY BEAUTIFUL GIRL DESERVES AN EYE
That's what i learn't when i screwed up the tuning of my guitar. Yes! I finally bought myself a guitar! And i post this pic of mine, thanks to my buddy Google's advice. Now he says posting pics of me playin the guitar'll be an incentive for me to make sure i learn it and not just keep it like a trophy in my room. And yes, i do plan to join Noida School of Rock next week. Its funny actually how, Gokul(google) n i, both had guitarist roommates through college, guitars, amps n stuff all over my room, which doubled up as a jampad, n we never learn't to play. Perhapse attracted to more creative stuff ;). But now, with life between work and home proving to be a drag, i had to find a way to let my impulses out. How i wish i had learn't to play back at college. But no worries, i'll most probably be back to school next week. NSR seems to be the best in Noida. N where did i buy my guitar from? The best n perhapse the only watering hole for music around Noida, Onstage. What a mind blowing collection of guitars! I leave you a few pics of 'em..

MAMMA 'N' PAPA LIED TO US!

Ya! Remember all those times at school when you never used to study? Parents used to go on ranting.. 'work hard now! One should work hard as a student, So u can enjoy all life long later.' Bull. When a friend of mine recently asked me if Im enjoying in Delhi.. I gave him a lecture.. You do enjoy somewhat, but nothing like student days.. It doesn't matter where you are.. One can truly enjoy only as a student..1s u start work.. Aah.. Its all run off the mill. So there you go all kiddos in school.. Don't buy that crap about hard working students. Go out n enjoy! Squeeze every bit outta this time you got. As another friend of mine wrote in his facebook profile a while ago, 'there's nothing like college life. When else do your parents shell out thousands of rs. Jus for you to go to a strange place and get drunk every night!' Of course, after accusing parents of lying.. You've gotta give them the due credit. Right?

I SAY.. THEY SAY

Phones off :(
Pissed off :(
When i jus wanna talk to som1 i need...
Beats off :(
moods off :(
such a long long time its been...

Don wanna meet up..
No Don wanna catch up, they sayaay..
Cos it hurts,
hurts so bad when its time to say babayaay..

Phones off :(
Pissed off :(
When i jus wanna talk to someone I need...
Beats off :(
moods off :(
such a long long time its been...

Don wanna call up..
Don wanna try to ring up, I sayaay..
Cos it hurts,
Hurts so bad when there's no one on the other siaide..

Phones off :(

Pissed off :(

Beats off :(

moods off :(

WOhh.... FI.

POTENTIALLY LETHAL POST!

POTENTIALLY LETHAL POST! Mind blowing white Bentley on the road. Slowed down, annoyed many a driver on road but took a few pics. The more exciting part? Posting m all whilst i'm driving down home. Talking on phone while driving's mad enough.. Sending texts and mails is stupid, downright insane, and potentially lethal in the feroceas delhi traffic. So please don't try this if you love your life.. Or atleast your car. I love my car although its a modest 800cc Maruti and not a Bentley and won't risk it again. And yes, this proves the fears of critics of mobile blogging. Bad content i know, but hey, this is my first moblog. Check 1, 2, 3..

CHAMPION ABUSER, DALIT KI BETI.. WANT SOME PAPPI??

Yeah that's exactly why I get enraged at the thought of Maya getting the top job. Because she is Dalit ki beti. Call me a communal exploitative Brahmin.. but a Dalit ki beti becoming PM is an absolute disgrace. Why? Because electorate vote for her, because she is Dalit, because she is a female.. in a nutshell, gimme her caste, gimme a sex, screw merit.

I remember a godforsaken communist from Tamil Nadu(I'll soon remember the name) once asked on a TV debate while advocating reservations, Why do you have this prejudice, that people from lower castes can never score good marks? His passionate question was actually a retort to a poor hapless and concerned lady from the audience who said that, When she goes in for a critical operation, she wants to be sure that the doc became a surgeon on merit and not because of his caste. You can have your own judgement on that.

Vote for her cos she's a female? In my view, there can hardly be a worse way to disgrace the female kind. If you can please pickup one of the Sunday additions of the Times of India from last month. In the cover article of Times Life, a woman asks, Why can't you just take me for a person? Why do I always have to be a woman? When all that matters is my merit and not my sex. Again you decide.

Now, lets talk about Maya memsaab's merit. You don't have entrance exams and cutoff's in politics (every one's invited). But you can always judge their Karma. And a look at the track record of Maya will show you, one can hardly contest the fact that she's the champion of abuse of power. The ease with which she slams cases and the way she invoked NSA on Varun is a striking and potentially lethal attack on the legal system of India. My Social Studies teacher had once taught me in school that the Judiciary of this country especially the Supreme Court is what has kept democracy afloat and breathing in this country. I'm afraid if this wretched female increases her influence at the centre, she might perpetually damage both the Judiciary and the Election Commission.

In fact inspired by Sanju Baba, I thought what would happen if he or me, my utter distatste for her notwithstanding, actually went on to give her a Jhappi and a Pappi? ..eeeek! First of all she might do a Rakhi-Mika scene. Might just give her consent initially, so she could get some political mileage out of it later. And then, in true Maya style, might slap a rape case on me!! The problem is, if the accusation is somehow proved in the Supreme Court, I myself would commit suicide without waiting for any judgement to pass!

Yaaaak.. still can't believe I cooked that up.. Sanju c'mon man, even Bapu would think twice before displaying the least bit of affection for her.

AM BACK TO REWORDING!
VICTIM: ROCKSTAR
ARTIST:NICKELBACK

So there's this guy sitting in the cubicle next to me at office who's got this strip of text pinned up on his board. "Go in direction where your heart takes you. Live the life you dream of." It got me thinking, I mean its not such a dreamy life this. We write code and mostly try and enhance an already delivered code. Sometimes interesting, boring at other times. But I'm still wondering, what time of my workday actually corresponds to those inspiring lines! Perhaps all they can do is inspire my weekend.

And this is what I make of my first six months at work:

Rockstar

Well we all jus wanna be big rockstars
Goin to the IT office in the mornin bus
The girls are all married n all guys have a ponch
We stare at the screen like a kid watchin porn

N we hangout at the rest-o-bar
No one takes a swig cos its office hours
Gotta get back to work n get back in the cab
After we put in 'those late long hours'

Hell yeah.. Still wanna be a rockstar..

'll i'm smokin my pot n downin beer
N driving fast down DND
There's no where else you wanna be
But with me

So how you gonna do it

Your gonna trade that ganji
For a lil' black dress
Walk down to my car
Get me impressed

Cos we all jus wanna be big dopechi's
Screamin high all day havin loud orgies
And by nighfall go get back home
Be nice lil' kiddo of ya lovin mom

Dichotomy tears apart
Life's like that, one big facade

LETS GET SHAMELESS AND VOTE CONGRESS TO POWER

And you thought only our politicians can take a U turn on issues and be hypocrites? Hah.. I can go 1 better. I'll tell you why we should vote for the congress. First the congress has a long tradition of rendering India spineless.. from Jawahar Lal Nehru to Manmohan Singh. Suits us doesn't it? After all keeping a straight spine and a stiff posture is quite tough. So we can go ahead with the grand preparations of playing second fiddle to China under congress rule, or better still, become a Chinese Colony with Karat and co. at the helm. We should vote for congress as we haven't had enough terrorist attacks. Not that BJP disappointed us on that front, but Congress' hospitality to terrorists has been par excellence. And when I speak of terrorism, I include everything, first the naxal (as they're homegrown) and then the external fundamentalists. Its a federal manner of facilitating terrorism. At center the Congress softens the legal deterrence, so these bastards have the balls to go about their dirty monkey business all across the country, while at state level all Congress ruled states prove to be the safest havens for terrorists and their arsenal. Perhaps even safer than the Durand line these days. AP, Maharashtra, and even Delhi. We should vote for congress because, c'mon admit it, we love to procrastinate. So much for the Rural Employment Program, which has been consistently falling extremely short of targets each year with an incremental difference. That, the figures while ground realities show that workers haven't even got their meager Rs,100 a day wage since 2-3 months. Get lost you Congress morons, the poor can get better jobs on they're own provided the great private entrepreneurial efforts today's India can reach the really needy villages. But how can Congress let that happen? The PM's Rural Road Development Program persued aggressively by the NDA government, which set India up for some inevitable growth in the years to follow, has also consistently shrinked in scale ever since the Congress ka haath took over. We should vote for congress because we love getting humiliated in the International Community. Or rather we're not even aware of the happenings out there, which gives congress the balls to stand up and talk about 'common man'. From the External affairs minister who resigned to the Home minister who resigned, epitome of disgrace. And now you have mister Quatrochi escaping scott free. And remember the CBI's humiliation in Argentina when they tried to nab him? Please don't get me wrong, I love Italians, and definitely do accept Sonia as an Indian. But, then why do I feel that she must've been dating Quatrochi before ourman Rajiv stepped into the frame? ;) Am kiddin, but no sensible brain can deny some connection. And you see that's why we should vote for Congress, cos they're the lone keepers of our undying traditions, 'Family before the Nation!'. And finally we should vate for the Congress as the 'Congress ka haath' reminds us that we're the mere subjects of the family, whose blessings we seek to have a life in this country. They're the party of the 'Aam Aadmi', a threat to India more grave that any terrorist. India is doomed so long as Indians don't realize that no 'Aadmi' is 'aam'. And Congress you must vote for, if you don't want to become 'khas' from 'aam', if you are the loyal subject and not sovereign.

COME BACK DARLING YOU WON'T FIND NIRVANA.. ONLY CHINA

Help.. help! this friend of mine who also gives an insight into her mind on the dopelist has gone absconding into the hills! I suspect she's joined a cult of pot smoking babas and must must be lying transed somewhere in the Himalayas searching for Nirvana. Anybody from the hills find this stoned shorty who just doesn't fit in there along with a gang of ganja babas, kindly rescue her. Tell her, her loving friends n family await and that there's no Shangri La over there,only China. Hope you're back by the time I post this. Huh.. Btw why am I posting this on my blog???

I KILLED TWO LOVERS: FEELIN DAM GUILTY :(

Saw two huge cockroaches in the sink when I was about to turn open the tap. They were huge and making love to each other. No way on earth they could have harmed me. But we humans don't have it in us to see the beauty in every creation and love it. So there I was, the antagonist of the love story, standing with a hit spray in my hand. To my human ey0e they appeared too ugly to be spared, and also the prospect of their numerous kiddos forming troops in my home was dreadful. (Despite living in a ground floor flat I've rarely have cockroach menace.) 'Woosshh..' came the spray, the two wouldn't have had the time nor the sense to know what just struck them.. There they lay dead like the lead characters of QSQT. For all the guilt I'm talking about, confronted with the same situation again, I don't think i'll act any dfferent.

WE ARE ALL LOTUS: KAMAL VAALAA BUTTON DABAYEN!

BJP poll symbol is actually an apt symbol of every Indian. We all specialize in creating wonderful and colorful lives in the middle of the worst crap. That's precisely been the functional motto of the BJP for the longest time. They might have many communal agendas which can easily be passed as BJP's prime motto, but as a voter I feel the only functional purpose of BJP is to rid the nation of the 'specta(se)cular procrastination' that we have been infected with ever since we got rid of the queen's rule. Some call the event as Independence.

BJP's the only anti-procrastination and pro-growth party today. The reason why it has in its league people with rather disturbing comunal ajendas is simple and apparent to any sensible mind. If you've gotto beat Congress at its own game of devide and rule, you have to have your own votebanks. Precisely the reason for the video being posted at the end of the post. The cause is our own ignorence of our own independence. The day the masses of India understand that, 'their government is not a king who should be kind to them (as the Congress ka haath seems to sybolize), but merely an orchestrator of a social framefork, which we then, as free men, have to use for our collective and individual growth', that day all parties have to choose between existence and votebank politics.

So you want to be the one who makes the difference, out of the crap and into the bloom? You have to vote for that Lotus gang, yes, the same gang to which that godforsaken Pramod Muthalikh and co. belong. My friends, its sad but true..

STONER SONGS!

Stoner songs!
In my mob!
Screamin out!
Lets get high!

Stoner songs!
In my mob!
Screamin out!
Lets get high!

Come to the horizon and go beyond
It happens when u see all that you never saw
So lets get there, drift away n sing wid me..

Stoner songs!
In my mob!
Screamin out!
Lets get high!

Stoner songs!
In my mob!
Screamin out!
Lets get high!

Like atom like is the vast universe
Look at the dark world above you to know who you are
duh.. raa raa.. duh.. raa raa.. duh.. raa raaaa..

Stoner songs!
In my mob!
Screamin out!
Lets get haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa....

ROUND ABOUT DELHI!

Its a boring drag, office to home, home to office 360 minutes a day go away traveling. The good part? If your in the mood you can really appreciate the well groomed Lutyens' Delhi. And especially its roundabouts, which are plush and flowery in spring. Here are some pics I took.



Akbar Road-Man Singh Road



Akbar Road



Akbar Road



Teen Murti Marg - Akbar Road



Teen Murti Bhavan



Kautilya Marg - Teen Murti Marg



Sardar Patel Marg

There are much better picture of this part of Delhi all over the web. Do check 'em out.

BHARAT FIRST! HEY THE BUTTON SUITS MY COLOR PALLET...

But even if it doesn't suit yours, you should get too... I'm blessed to have a few friends who grossly disagree with my (political) perceptions but still understand that my views are my own. The best part? They're game for detailed deliberations and debates. Cause it's important to have a political view point and then, to refine it by asking questions n answering them. The button is a propagation of my viewpoint, what I feel is the best for the country. Let me just say that I support Advani because I'm for a strong India, a an India whose mere mention would be a deterrent to terrorists, a proactive India, an India with a spine.

There's no problem in our democracy apart from hypocrisy. The problem is, very few people actually realize that they're their own rulers.. Friends, Left, Right or Center, the pathetic state of our politics, desperately needs us to have a view and most importantly.. MAKE IT COUNT.

PSEUDOPODIA

I wanna be here too n there too
Life is all bout what I really wat to
Doooooooo..........................
Miss yooooooooo...............
Hate yooooooooo...............
Love yooooooooo...............

Pseudopodia is the way to be
Every direction has a taste that's - never before
want cocktails
Don gimme just one taste - ever again

I'm here n I was with you too
You're there but here too
Transistor suddenly came to life
When I lost it n just nudged yoooo
Some guys I just lost
Cos I couldn't be here n there too

Pseudopodia is the way to be
Million things - huh - million places - huh - never before
Everywhere anytime
So I can see it comin - never again!!

TRIPPY MIDNIGHT IMAGINATION.. DAMMMM...!!

Ripley gipley.. zipey rippey
Blip blip.. clip clip
C'mon!! Quit sleepin at night
Up! Set it all right
Don suit 'em.. Suit yourself
Jump around be an elf
Run around the stilt
Deflate tires.. no guilt
No booze, no grass
Get high cos you jus kicked some ass
Go crazy
Shakin to Marley
Wanna have a good night?
Rather not sleep tight.........................

I just sms'd it to my buddies and heres the playlist that impregnated me with this trip.. Miss You, everybody, Sweetest Goodbye,Trench Town, I'm Happy(Gorillaz), Speed of sound, Hailies Song, Yellow, Sing for the Moment, Lonely, Buffalo Soldier, no women no cry, Golden Brown(sranglers), Let it Loose, Rabbit Chase (Snatch), Fallin in Love(Elvis), Hard to Concentrate, Time of your Life, Serenity, Voodoo, Wet Sand, Slow Cheetah.

Its almost gonna be 3 am and now, I guess this video's a perfect fit to the whole context.
So before I crash..