Prologue to upcoming things....

My Mom says that she thinks I have changed a lot since I came to the States. She says that I seem to have become a much deeper thinker or something. (yeah,yeah, I can hear all of my friends who read this blog laughing....laugh on dudes...humph....) Of course, except for me being as careless as ever, she says. :(
Actually, I think it is these series of blogs which is to blame. I think my Mom pictures me as sitting here,growing a beard and philosophising about life,the universe and everything, with my room as dirty as a pigpen etc. etc. Well,she's wrong about everything except the room.

The thing is, as a wise person has said- " Leisure is the mother of Philosophy. " -Thomas Hobbes, Leviathan, 1651
(This is becoming rather eerie...everything I do or say can be traced back to Calvin and Hobbes....my entire blog on Fight Club, my " About Me" statement, my GROSS philosophy towards girls,basically everything....I think I need to sue Bill Watterson for basing Calvin on my character....at least he can't live incognito anymore then)

Anyway,as usual, I digress. I was just saying that if you are just sitting around doing nothing, you are bound to think something and that thing gradually degrades into a jumble of senseless but impressive sounding gibberish called philosophy. Btw, I hope no one here will be cruel enough to forward this blog to my advisor. I think he already suspects that I'm not quite spending as much (or rathet,any) time on research as I'm supposed to, but to see it put in black and white on this blog might break his heart. And that might break my funding, which would be rather sad for you guys, since I won't get time to write this blog anymore,considering that I'll be washing dishes somewhere.
Ok,till now,this is one senseless blog. I'll get straight to the point I wanted to make today.
It's not just now that I have had time to think about "philosophical" things. I've always thought about them. What I want to do over my next couple fo blogs is to type up an essay I wrote a few years back and no one has seen till now for you people to read. Then, I'll write how my opinions have changed since that time,primarily because of my experiences in the US.
However, a warning-
This stuff is going to be serious and therefore extremely boring...sorry about that!!! :)

Don't beat yourself up about it

I watched a movie tonight. It was a good movie. It was an awesome movie. Lest you be so inclined, you can use it as your philosophical guide for the rest of your life.
This movie has been a much revered one among pretty much all my friends and I have been ridiculed a lot for not watching it till now. Now, I understand why.
And many of my friends would like to make this movie their guide for their life, but in reality, they never will. Because none of them have what is needed for that. For that matter, neither do I.
And that thing is a superfluous amount of guts. Also, more than a hint of insanity.

I don't quite know why I keep saying "movie", "movie" in this mysterious manner. I suppose it makes it sounds kind of impressive. Anyway,the movie I've been talking about is "Fight Club".

What now? How should I go about explaining why I liked the movie so much?
Hmmm.... the best way I can think of is to give you a sampling of some of the dialogues of the movie interpersed with some remarks about what I thought of that dialogue.

Caution: Spoilers within!!!(However, I think that except for my brother, anyone who reads ths blog has already seen this movie or is not the type of person who can really appreciate this movie(Hey Penny, did that sound condescending? Hmmm...I suppose it did... but it's the truth,dammit!!!)

Here goes nothing...

Narrator: ...i... ann... iinn... ff... nnyin...
Narrator: [voiceover] With a gun barrel between your teeth, you speak only in vowels.

Man, what opening lines for a movie!!! These are the sort of opening lines that make you snap to attention and focus your entire attention on the movie.


Narrator: I had it all. I had a stereo that was very decent, a wardrobe that was getting very respectable. I was close to being complete.
Tyler Durden: Shit man, now it's all gone.

You of course get the point. This is what our lives have boiled down to,ain't it?

I think you must be kind of puzzled by now. What the hell am I talking about? I think I need to tell you which type of audience this movie was meant to cater to.

Let me try to give you a picture by another line from the movie-

We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.

Do you agree? I'm not sure whether I do. I once read an essay somewhere which theorised that all the men who are the daring heroes in wars would have been common criminals if they had led a civilian life, getting into fights and stirring up trouble. The author argued that it was not a question of morality that who becomes a criminal and who doesn't, it is a question of how restless and how ambitious he is.
Anyway, I don't want to go into what all that essay said right now. But something to think about, at the very least.

There were other brilliant quotes in the movie too, but I think that you can't really appreciate them unless you actually see the movie. Nevertheless, I'll still mention a couple of one-liners.

The things you own end up owning you.
(This one, I totally agree with.)

It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything.
(Don't you think?)

And then, something happened. I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.
(Goes well with the last quote. You are truly free only when you've lost hope, you've just let go. But hope is the most difficult thing to let go of, methinks.)

I felt like destroying something beautiful.
(This line was uttered by the narrator who had just beaten a man to pulp. And the thing that makes this movie different was that both the man beaten up and the man beating him up were totally contented)

That's about all I have to say about Fight Club. Penny says that my blog is rather morbid this time but that's only because Penny hasn't seen the movie. The movie ain't morbid,it's uplifiting.

Will close off with another line from FC, which explains not just this, but all these blogs of mine.

You met me at a very strange time in my life.

The Sound of Silence...

Hey there, Penny!!! I have good news for you! Today's blog is a tribute to you(admittedly, in a very convoluted way!!).
While there are obviously a fair few girls(and perhaps even boys, who knows?) named Penny in this world, I have never met any of them. Neither do I recall any Penny in any book or movie.
Except one.
Penny Lane, the role played by Kate Hudson in one of my all-time favorite movies,Almost Famous. And that is who I was thinking of when I named you Penny.
The movie is all about music, and the love people have for it. Penny Lane is a groupie in the movie, following a band around because she loves their music.
(Btw, in case anybody is interested, the name "Penny Lane" itself comes from one of the Beatles' biggest hits "Penny Lane", which actually describes a street in Liverpool where McCartney and Lennon spent a lot of time playing as kids.)
So, today I am going to talk about my passion for music and why I think other people share this passion of mine.
Aside from involuntary activities like breathing and blinking, I think the activity I spend the most time in is listening to music. I'm listening to music when I'm walking to school(for those of you in India,school means University,lest you think that I've been shunted back to high school after an evaluation of my knowledge of chemical engg.), when I'm in my lab, when I'm alone in my house, when I'm in the gym...basically whenever nobody is talking to me. As a result, I can't imagine life without music and I sincerely thank the person(s) whose work led to the invention of portable music players. ( Speaking of which, I got a new MP3 player yesterday!! It's awesome! :) )

But, the strange thing is, I led a perfectly normal and happy life without music some years back, without even knowing that I was missing something. I still very vividly remember the very first music cassette I got. It was the soundtrack of the movie Dil To Pagal Hai(which puts the year of this transition of mine around 1997-98). And the rest, as they would say if I had become some great music composer or something, is history! Initially starting with Hindi movie songs, I progressed to Hindi "pop" albums(Junoon, Silk route etc.) , to English Pop( Bryan Adams, Savage Garden types) to rock(Guns N Roses) and I have now moved to decently heavy metal(Iron Maiden, Metallica).

The question which occurs to me is why I(and so many others) are obsessed with music.

One obvious answer is we just like the way the music feels to our ears. Which is definitely a major reason.
But methinks that for people like me, it's much more than the music. It is the lyrics that drive us.
And I think that the reason I like the lyrics so much is that they let me view myself as a much more...well...what's the word..cooler person, I would say, for want of a better word.

These songs make you think that what you're going through is much more emotionally upheaving and much more difficult than it actually is. Ok, enough talking in the abstract, I'll give you an example-
New blood joins this earth
and quickly he's subdued
through constant pain disgrace
the young boy learns their rules

with time the child draws in
this whipping boy done wrong
deprived of all his thoughts
the young man struggles on and on he's known
a vow unto his own
that never from this day
his will they'll take away

they dedicate their lives
to running all of his
he tries to please them all
this bitter man he is
throughout his life the same
he's battled constantly
this fight he cannot win
a tired man they see no longer cares
the old man then prepares
to die regretfully
that old man here is me

you labeled me
I'll label you
so I dub thee unforgiven

-"The Unforgiven", by Metallica

Now this song is exactly what I mean. Whenever I'm feeling that things haven't quite gone my way, it's easy to put on this song at full volume and join Metallica in blaming the world for my misery. I mean, isn't it romantic to think of yourself as " deprived of all his thoughts, the young man struggles on", "he tries to please them all, the bitter man he is" and then in the end there's a beautiful way of blaming whoever you want for your misery in "so I dub thee unforgiven"

But the irony is, most of the guys who listen to these songs are teenage guys like me(well,I'm still a teenager at heart, dude!!! 18 till I die and all that rot) who have led confortable lives, safely enconsed in their shells, with no reason to truly be angry at anyone. Come to think of it, I guess that is the reason that we need these songs. As I said, it lets us look at our mundane lives in a much cooler light.

And the thing is, when you have listened to as many songs as I have, you can find songs for just about anything and make it sound much more interesting than it actually is. Again, a few examples.

Like,if you are feeling sleepy, listen to this-

Tuck you in, warm within
Keep you free from sin
Till the sandman he comes
Sleep with one eye open
Gripping your pillow tight
Exit light
Enter night
Take my hand
Off to never never land

-"Enter Sandman", by Metallica


See, how much more fun it is to go sleep picturing yourself being forced to sleep by some mysterious sandman?

Or, if you are feelimg nostalgic about home when on a trip, here's the song for you-


I'm sitting in the railway station.
Got a ticket to my destination.
On a tour of one-night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand.
And ev'ry stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one-man band.
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thought's escaping,
Home where my music's playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me.

-"Homeward Bound", by Simon and Garfunkel


I would think that this is a much better way to picture yourself than thinking of yourself sitting in the dust and muck of a railway station, worrying about the unfinished work at home.

Had a fight with a friend and made up? This is a song a friend of mine sent after we had worked things out-


Try to see it my way
Do I have to keep on talking till I can't go on?
While you see it your way
Run the risk of knowing that our love may soon be gone
We can work it out
We can work it out

Life is very short, and there's no time
For fussing and fighting, my friend
I have always thought that it's a crime
So I will ask you once again

Try to see it my way
Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong
While you see it your way
There's a chance that we may fall apart before too long
We can work it out
We can work it out

-"We Can Work It Out", by The Beatles

Anyway, I can give you dozens of other examples, but I hope you already got the point.

But one last thing I would like to mention. If a person is ever fool enough to fall in love, the only good thing is that there are an innumerable number of songs to describe every emotion he can go through.
Especially if he realises that what he's doing is not good for him. To see what I mean, take this-

Your cruel device
Your blood like ice
One look could kill
My pain, your thrill
I want to love you, but I better not touch (Don't touch)
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison runnin'thru my veins
You're poison, I don't want to break these chains.

-"Poison", by Alice Cooper

The fool clearly realises that he's made a big mistake, but he can't resist. I can't imagine a worse fate. Thank God I was never in all this "jhamela" :)

Well, I clearly shouldn't start talking about songs that are about love or I'll be here all night.
As it is, this blog is pretty long and Penny is showing a low disk space warning.

So, I'll close this one with a line from a song about music-

I listen to my words but
They fall far below
I let my music take me where
My heart wants to go

-"The Wind" by Cat Stevens

Bye for now, Live long and prosper!

P.S-The title of the blog is my favorite Simon and Garfunkel song "The Sound of Silence"

Walking the streets Al Capone walked...

I have really screwed up this set of blogs. My idea of splitting it into parts seems to have rather backfired. Also, I think that just describing my trips will be extremely boring. So, what I'm gonna do is just finish up my adventures in Chicago and then move to a new topic.

Well, I had just told you uptil the point where my train rolled into Chicago station at 7:30 PM.

So,the state of things as they stood were-
1. Current time: 7:30 PM
2. Time my plane departs: 7:50 PM
3. Travel time from the train station to the airport: approx. 20 mins.
Can our hero make it? Can the bespectacled crusader for justice(namely, me), make it on time?

( I don't know why I just put all this crap. I think it was a last-ditch effort to make this stuff readable. Futile, I think.)

Anyway,let's just get this thing over with and let me try to write about something interesting after that.
Well, as soon as I got off the train, I picked up my luggage and ran through the streets of Chicago, carrying all that stuff. I had taken some vague directions to the underground station and using those, I managed to reach the station. After some incidents at the underground station, I finally managed to reach the airport terminal at 7:48 PM. By the time I reached the flight counter, it was 7:52.
I thought that my flight had left.
But, I got an unexpected reprieve when I was told that my flight was delayed by 10 mins. I was delighted, thinking that my luck had finally turned.
It was not to be. :(
The airline people(justifiably, I have to admit) refused to let me board the plane, saying that I have to arrive there at least 45 mins. before the flight leaves. My arguing, as I expected ,was of no use.
They told me that the procedure for such a situation was that I now have to be present for every flight that leaves to Austin from Chicago and they will put me on the first flight that has a seat available. Which meant that I may have to be present at the airport from morning to night for the next couple of days, until I get a flight.
Anyway, that was the next day.
What was I to do right now? I could stay at the airport overnight or find someone in Chicago to g0 to.
At this point, I decided to put the old boys network into service. A friend of mine says that the only thing we have gained out of IIT is the alumni network. Perhaps he is right.
Anyway,I eventually decided to go to the house of a chap I barely knew in IIT. But the wonderful thing is, that doesn't really matter. There is sort of an unwritten code among people of an IIT that guys from the same IIT are their responsibility. So, I was very warmly invited to spend the night at their place(there were 3 IITKians living in the same apartment).
By the time all this was over, it was 10:30 PM. I had the directions to their house from these people, so it was back to the old reliable, the underground, for me.
As soon as I board the underground, I look atthe crowd and become a touch apprehensive. The crowd consists solely of black teenagers, and that too wearing kind of uniforms as if they were parts of gangs. Having heard a lot about the street gangs of Chicago and me carrying all my luggage, money and even my passport around, I grew more and more worried as time progressed.
But, thankfully, my journey was uneventful. I got off at my stop and immediately went to the bus stop. The bus soon came and I was on my way. My friend had said that the bus trip will take around 25 mins., so I thought that I will take a short nap.
You can guess what happened. Next thing I know, I am being woken up by the driver, who is asking me where I wanted to get off. I realise that I have reached the last stop and will now need to go back. I show the driver the address I need to go to and he gives me directions to that place, which is about a mile away.
So,there I am, at 11 in the night, lugging my luggage through the streets of Chicago in temperatures of -15 C, with a biting wind, wearing just a thin jacket(I was dressed for Austin, Texas!!). What a sorry picture of our hero!!
Anyway, after about 45 mins. of walking and getting lost, I meet my friend who takes me to his house.
That's about it, folks. The worst is now over. I get warm food, watch the India-Pak cricket match which these people had managed to find being streamed on the internet, and then sleep for a couple of hours, before heading back to the airport.
By this time, my luck has turned, and I get a seat on the first flight in the morning. I reach Austin exactly 12 hrs. later than I was supposed to, but that's okay, I just spent the night in Chicago instead of spending it in Austin.
I had a wonderful time after that in Austin, and I also spent some time touring Chicago(in the day this time!!) while returning, but that is a story for another day. This interminably long blog has now ended.
See ya, people!
Epilogue-After returning to Ann Arbor, I properly blasted the Amtrak people for making me miss my flight, until they refunded the money for my ticket. I at least got something out of it!!

My travels....continued...

So,where was I at the end of my last post? Lemme check...
Ok, I was just starting to tell you about my trips to various places.

Hmmm...where to start? There is so much to tell, so many trips to choose from, so many minor details.
Perhaps I had better start with the trips freshest in my mind, i.e., the trips I made since I came to the US.
In fact,now that I think of it, my trip to Austin was pretty interesting...so lots to talk about. :)

Well,it all starts with me scouring the internet for the cheapest possible tickets to Austin from Detroit, in my usual miserly way. Much to my chagrin, I soon find that tickets from Detroit are particularly expensive. And I get really indignant when I find that tickets from Chicago to Austin are $100 cheaper than tickets from Detroit to Austin. And Chicago being my next-door neighbor! How dare these airline people try to con me like this?? The audacity!
And then, a brilliant idea occurs to me(as usual). I decide that I will not succumb to the pressure of this capitalist economy and will try to find a way out of this.
I calculate that a train ticket from Ann Arbor to Chicago will cost me $26 each way. Also, a taxi to the Detroit airport costs me $20 each way. So,if I go through Detroit, I will spend $300+$40=$340. If I go through Chicago, I will spend $200+$52=$252. So, I can save a cool 88 bucks if I am willing to go through Chicago. I congratulate myself on the brilliance of my plan and feel delighted that I have outsmarted these greedy,money-sucking airline people.
All well and good till now.
But, as you have no doubt guessed, things went wrong. I was soon to find out that there is a big difference between planning a trip in theory and actually executing it. :(

My flight from Chicago was at 8 PM. There are two possible trains I could take from Ann Arbor to Chicago. One left at 8 in the morning and reached at 12:30. The other left at 12 and reached at 4:30. Now,anyone who knows me knows that the 8 o'clock one was out of the question. If I wake up at that time, it spoils my entire day(Hello! Are any of my Prof.s listening? If you want me to be at my brilliant self, I suggest that you do not keep classes before 11 in the morning..)
So, I decided to take the 12:00 train. Since it only took 20 mins. to get from the train station to the airport, I had left myself with a cool margin of 3 hours. And having full confidence in the efficiency of the much vaunted US transport system, I was actually looking forward to spending an hour roaming the streets of Chicago.
How wrong I was. When the train finally rolled into the Chicago Amtrak station(on a side note-it's a beautiful and amazing station and has a long role in the climax of the movie Untouchables), it was 7:30 PM.

Well,folks, sorry to interrupt the story at this cliff-hanger, but me off to sleep. Come back for more breath-taking tomorrow.
Goodnite, good morning, good evening, good afternoon, whatever, depening on the place you are.
Or maybe, just bye.
Bye.

My travels....On either side of the seven seas...

Hey Penny!! Long time no see! Time to get back to work now...I have now accumulated enough stray thoughts in my mind now to dispose of in the depths of your...well...whatever depths you have. I really don't know how you work. Do you know? You don't?... Can't say I am surprised..after all I suppose you are as dumb(or as brilliant...) as me.

As the title says, I will talk about my trips to various places and what I thought of them. Hehe... all this makes it sound like I am a great traveller or something. :)

As with any family, we had some unspoken traditions in our family. And the one I really liked the most was of us going to see some new place at least once a year, to the delight of everyone(with the possible exception of my mother,but only sometimes :P ). And no Penny, when I say everyone, I mean only our family, not the neighbors! The neighbors were not delighted to see us go,if that's what you are thinking! In fact, even though they didn't say it,the brave people, I am sure they shed silent tears in our absence. I think I even saw their lower lips twitch a couple of times when we were leaving for a slighly longer period than usual.

So,back to my glorious travels. Well, I think it would be rather boring for everyone concerned if I just described each of my trips(also, I of course don't remember all of them clearly, so a good excuse), so I think that I'll just give you a few snippets of what it was like.

Besides my trips in India, since I have come to the good ole' US of A, I have taken every oppotunity to scamper off to some interesting place and leave this rather slow(but with a charm of its own,mind you!) A2(Ann Arbor to the uninitiated) behind. Of course, all these days of freedom are now behind me now that I have a Godfather(a.k.a. advisor) looking over my shoulder :(

(More coming soon..I am off to sleep now...the Godfather is making me an offer I can't refuse tomorrow :( )

A Q & A A

I forgot to give the answer to the question I put a couple of blogs back, so sorry for that.
Anyway, the answer is Nayagan- a Tamil movie.

For today, another question.

Connect-
1. The Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest
2.















3. The Red Baron

The answer is a comic strip character. I think this question might be rather tough, so feel free to Google to at least know what a couple of the clues are about. If anyone has an answer, it can be left as a comment.

Hope somebody cracks it.

USA->A utopia or dystopia for bibliophiles?

Hehe. I'm early today and my pensieve is still asleep.
Wakey-wakey,pensieve...time to get to work much earlier tonight. Now,now,no grumbling, there's nothing you can do about it, my dear Penny. Hey! Come to think of it, I like that name! Calling you pensieve,pensieve is rather cumbersome. From now on, you are Penny, whether you like it or not.

So,what shall I talk about today? First of all, I think I will have to keep it shorter than I've been doing. Perhaps I'll divide it into parts and spread it across a couple of blogs, if necessary.

Ok, I'll talk about something that is actually close to my heart(unlike research!! :P) Anyone who has been my friend for even a short time can probably tell what it is.

It is books.

And before you totally misjudge me, lemme make it clear that I am not talking about books that have the faintest chance of telling me anything that might be useful for my studies.

In fact, the farther away from real life these books are, the better.I get enough of real life everyday. When I am with my books, I want to escape it all. I love the wizards who do magic, the armies that charge at each other and tear each other apart, the politics that people ensue in, the heroes, the villains, the brave, the cowards....I am getting carried away.

Anyway, you get the idea. Not surprisingly, my favorite genre is therefore sci-fi/fantasy. Call what I do escapism, I don't care. I consider it a great safety-valve to release all the steam that's built up throughout life.
For some time it is just great to forget about grades, research, politics of personal life, everything....just immerse myself into the life of others and share their joys and sorrows. To hell with everything else!

Hmm...I went a bit off-track there. That is not what I wanted to write about.

The thing I wanted to discuss was how reading habits are affected by the people around you.

When I came to the US, I had all these ideas about how I'll read much more once I come here, considering the wonderful libraries and bookshops this place had.

Hasn't quite worked out that way.

I was absolutely right about the libraries and bookshops part. I can get pretty much any book I want here. In fact, in the first week, I got to read two books which I had been looking for about a year in India. I was delighted.

Things have changed since then. My reading frequency(and consequently speed) has gone down tremendously. Whereas I would read 3-4 books in a week earlier, I typically read only 1 nowadays.

The reason I have pinpointed for this is one that I didn't even know was a factor.
I think that it is because of the people around me. When I was back in India, a major factor in reading books were the friends around you who would recommend books and whom you would recommend books to. It would be like, I would say-"I am reading this book, it is awesome". This other guy would say-"Oh, you liked that one? Then try this, you'll like this too". That's how I would move from novel to novel.

Here, I read a book, perhaps I enjoy it,perhaps I don't. But the question is, what next? How do I choose the next one? I go to websites, try to find some book reviews but I find that they really aren't all that illuminating. I mean, most books will be liked by someone or the other, the info I want is whether they are my type or not, which is very difficult to gather from book reviews. That feedback can only be provided by people whom I know and whose taste I can evaluate.

And it's not only just choosing a book. Half the fun was discussing the book with other people once you've read it. Scoffing at people who didn't like a book you loved, looking up at ppl. who finished a book which you couldn't get through, discussing various interpretations of the same thing and other stuff like that.

And unfortunately, this place is severely lacking enough people to do all this with.
Most people don't have time to read fiction stuff and those who do certainly don't have time to discuss it or recommend it to anyone else.

And this is what has put brakes on my reading. I find that I have to drive myself to read now, instead of like before, when I tried to read every minute I could.

Which is very sad. I also realise that this change cannot be solely due to external factors, there must be something which drove me to read earlier and I have lost now. I guess that's true with most people here, which is why they have stopped reading.

All in all, this situation sucks.

Ok, enough whining for today. I need to put a song now.
I'll put a song that can also be put into context of my remarks today but is in general a song that I love when I feel I need a boost in life. It is by Survivor and it is the only song of theirs that anyone has probably heard, but boy, what a song!!!! It was also the Rocky theme song,by the way.

Risin' up, back on the street
Took my time, took my chances
Went the distance
Now I'm back on my feet
Just a man and his will to survive

So many times, it happens too fast
You trade your passion for glory
Don't lose your grip
On the dreams of the past
You must fight just to keep them alive

It's the eye of the tiger
It's the thrill of the fight
Risin' up to the challenge
Of our rival
And the last known survivor
Stalks his prey in the night
And his fortune must always be
Eye of the tiger

Face to face, out in the heat
Hangin' tough, stayin' hungry
They stack the odds
Still we take to the street
For the kill with the skill to survive

Risin' up straight to the top
Had the guts, got the glory
Went the distance
Now I'm not gonna stop
Just a man and his will to survive

It's the eye of the tiger
It's the thrill of the fight
Risin' up to the challenge
Of our rival
And the last known survivor
Stalks his prey in the night
And his fortune must always be
Eye of the tiger.

- Survivor

If you like the lyrics, you should listen to them with the song-it's awesome.

So,long folks.