Why We Write - By Phoenix

It would be unwise, or even diabolical to determine & even measure the thought process and the ideas that have surpassed us, not being systematically tabled. Contemplating issues, be it political or even hypothetical, I must add I am blessed to be in esteemed company.

The CIRCLE as I may call it, comprised various articulate and not so sane individuals. By sane I mean the fine line. Lets take into account the word “HARAMI” for instance, never used it my life, and then one day bang you meet this guy out of the blue and its all that reflects off him. That word was all about him. Its ironical “harami” as I know him got his “title”, more like earned it. A ““good guy”” (the inverted commas here most definitely needed), loved scotch, a taste which was eventually acquired, through endless years of old monk and other UB distilled, multiple malt whiskies to mention the least. A harmless guy at first, a guy who would mind his own business with a no nonsense attitude. The Japanese say deception is an art, and boy do we have one hell of an artist. He did sport a “nirvana” kind hair do, but eventually lost it to family values.

The next guy at the table, was a low observable, with the knack to pick up high frequency off hand topics. An avid writer, (was now known) thanks to his cable debut. Believe me, its hard to write about a guy with a deep ideal. None the less, one of his major attributes was his ability to gel with people of either extremes. A guy who could have breakfast with a communist and dinner with a capitalist and yet meet on middle ground. An extremely chivalrous guy by nature and dripping with modesty, he was kinda socialist in every sense of it(a lot of examples to support what I say).

The third wheel on the Band wagon, was a guy of grave physical presence. An avid writer, and a huge patron of Bollywood classics. Dissatisfied with his current role, he was a guy of extreme potential. He did command a lot of “attention” from the opposite sex. He finally did break away from the wagon, (we saw it coming) and walked away from the table. He is still missed, for his stand on various subjects, but also for the humor he co created with Harami. Take care dude, and do work on that power house dream. He was soon replaced by an out spoken smart ass guy. Though initially reluctant and shy he was soon incorporated and almost became like his boss. He is an active member of the think tank, and contributes regularly. He has only one rule when it comes to women “there are no rules”.

At the end of it, I could not help but remember this song from STAIND

And it's been a while

Since I could hold my head up high

And it's been a while since I first saw you

And it's been a while since I could stand on my own two feet again

And it's been a while since I could call you

And everything I can't remember

As fucked up as it all may seem

The consequences that I've rendered

I've stretched myself beyond my means

It's been awhile

Since I can say that I wasn't addicted

And it's been a while since I can say I love myself as well and

And it's been a while since I've gone and fucked things up just like I always do

And it's been a while but all that shit seems to disappear when I'm with you

And everything I can't remember

As fucked up as it all may seem

The consequences that I've rendered

I've gone and fucked things up again

Why must I feel this way?

Just make this go away

Just one more peaceful day

And it's been a while

Since I could look at myself straight

And it's been a while since I said I'm sorry

And it's been a while since I've seen the way the candles light your face

And it's been a while but I can still remember just the way you taste

And everything I can't remember

As fucked up as it all may seem to be

I know it's me

I cannot blame this on my father

He did the best he could for me

And it's been a while

Since I could hold my head up high

And it's been a while since I said I'm sorry

- Casanova