Pant Nagar leh Nainital Trip

•March 24, 2009 • 2 Comments

A hmasa berin Saptawng (English)  a ziah ai chuan Keima tawng ngei (Mizo tawng) in kan ziak a  nge, a fiah zawk ka ring

March 21 zana kan rel dan chuan, March 22 zing dar 6 vel a chhuah kan tumin kan beisei, mahse rokhawlhna avangin dar 7 vel ah Delhi atangin Pant Nagar panin kan chhuak ta a. Zing lam ani bawk khua alum em em lova, boruak athiang nuam khawp mai. UP vel kan han tlan zar zar a, Gaziabad kan tlan pelh vel deuh awrh chauh na in, kei lah pek hi zun in sum har ka ti em em mai, “Sir, ka zun chhuak, ka zung thei ngem? tiin zun kan rawt hmasa ber a (Office trip a kal kan nia, SIR in min hruai), Gas station 1 ah zun kan dil a. Kan zun zawh chuan kan tla ta vang vang a,  Jalandhar kan thleng phei a, kan motor ke chhiat vang ni pah bawkin SKYLARK HOTEL & RESTAURANT ah zing chaw kan han ei ta a.

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The Boss GT8 Editor!!!!!

•March 13, 2009 • 2 Comments

For guitarist who are using GT8 .. this is very Important and useful tool to edit patches ..

The GT8 Editor is a fantastic piece of software written by MrSleepy. This program is a PC based program which allows users to exploit their GT8’s and introduce the ability to upload and download patch files in their native sysex format. These fiels are very useful when it comes to backing up your patch library or sharing fiels with others.

What you will need to use this software is a couple of midi cables and a PC based midi device. There are many out there to choose from. Some are USB. Some are PCI; while others are integrated into soundcards.

Get active and enhance your GT8 experience today!

To download this software, click on the picture Below.

Am Back!!!!!

•March 13, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Lam ang ka let leh ta e!!!!!!

Finally am back to my cell where all the magic happens!!!!

Yes I miss My Lovely Mizoram

am Heading towards MiZOram!!!!!!!!!!!!!

•February 25, 2009 • 8 Comments

After spending most of the time in the year 2008 in Delhi …. Am flying to home,  my Lovely Mizoram on 28th of Feb 2009 for one week .  Am happy as well as am so sad!!! .

Happy – Am going to meet my parents and my frens plus am going to feel the lovely breeze of my Lovely Mizoram

Sad – Am going to stay there with my frens, parents and my Lovely Mizoram for one week only

Anyway Life shud be like that …. beyond that no judgement towards one another, no social status to compare,  we all as one. Enjoy this life of wonder and imagination.  And we can speak of obsession  we can love the endless …….

The sweet relief is a must

Entombment of a Machine

•August 13, 2008 • Leave a Comment

It breathes.
What stands before us is not a machine,
it breathes, it will bleed, and it will sleep.
Its body is covered in hundreds of wires.
The mouth attempts to speak but,
Only murmers collapse from its jaws.
With only delayed movements from its figure we all begin to strain.
My legs weaken at the site of this damanged program,
For this program kept you breathing, it kept you alive.
These circuits diffused once more.
We kneel and we plead for no mourning ahead of us,
Entombment of a machine.
So Sleep, sleep among us and hesitate no more.
I saw it die.

11th Hour

•August 9, 2008 • Leave a Comment

The hour of reckoning draws near
Judgment day is here and gone
Sweetly she tucks me into her arms
A liquid embrace to chase the day away
Sedate numb, deaf and dumb
Stumbling into solitude
A clouded judgment day is fueled
Take me under your black wings
Mark my words and remember me
So sweetly she sucks away at my time
So sweetly she draws me nigh
Closer and closer towards never ending sleep
Spin the bottle
Kiss only the bottle
The dark mistress of many, beholden to none
Slips a ring of needles around your arm in an engagement
Eternal engagement
Never consummated
Never consummated
Take me under your black wings
Mark my words and remember me
Destroyer of senses
So take as needed for the pain
Another gray morning dawns across an ashen sky
My sweet demoness beckons me
Ever again and again and again and again
The dark mistress of many, beholden to none
My sweet demoness beckons me
Ever again and again and again and again and again
Take me under your black wings
Jacked up on the taste of self-destruction

It bleeds all life away

•August 9, 2008 • Leave a Comment

The knowledge that seeking the favor of another
Means the murder of self.
This is the resolution
The end of all progress
The death of evolution
It bleeds all life away.
Silence speeds the path to the streams of solace that run so few and narrow.
Brooks that babble the sounds of torture the sounds of torture
You will one day rise.
To flood the banks of the chosen.
This is the art of ruin.
This is the resolution
The end of all progress
The death of evolution
It bleeds all life away.
I will show you all that I have mastered
Fear. Pain. Hatred. Power.
This is the art of ruin.