Saturday, October 24, 2009
Friday, October 2, 2009
A Strange Fever
It is strange. A strange madness. Something which I have never experienced before. It is not music. Because music is everyday, ordinary and regular. It is a sick shiver of the brain. It is a fit that I get when I am brushing my teeth, walking to college, having dinner with company or even talking to somebody.
It is an explosion of sound in my being which is unavoidable. Makes me helpless, doesnt let me concentrate. And there have been quite a few of the "songs" which you might know that were involved in this experience. It becomes hard to explain what they were, so hence I shall mention these sounds as songs.(Because just like music, songs are also regular, ordinary and everyday)
The experience is an experience for a reason. For any writing cannot describe it as well. Which is why they form a different league of my favourites. I'd like to call them the "Sick League". Not because they are sick. But because they make me so. Sick with desperation so that they shall soon fall upon my ears. It is a persistent craving. Changing in form though.
A month back it was this song called "Comfortably Numb" by Pink Floyd. Well sounds/music/songs become more hard to get rid of if appropriate research is done about why these songs were written and what the concept behind the song was when it was performed/written first.
The latest viruses which have caught on to me are "Bohemian Rhapsody", "Riders on the Storm","People are Strange", "Kashmir" and many others. It's a long list. Will be posting the entire list soon. Till then, I am happy with these viruses. I like their monopoly. And I hope they maintain it because there is a dangerous undesirable one on the loose.
Till then,
A musically swayed man.
PS: Shashvat, I really wish there was a time machine. I would do anything to go back to the classic rock times.
It is an explosion of sound in my being which is unavoidable. Makes me helpless, doesnt let me concentrate. And there have been quite a few of the "songs" which you might know that were involved in this experience. It becomes hard to explain what they were, so hence I shall mention these sounds as songs.(Because just like music, songs are also regular, ordinary and everyday)
The experience is an experience for a reason. For any writing cannot describe it as well. Which is why they form a different league of my favourites. I'd like to call them the "Sick League". Not because they are sick. But because they make me so. Sick with desperation so that they shall soon fall upon my ears. It is a persistent craving. Changing in form though.
A month back it was this song called "Comfortably Numb" by Pink Floyd. Well sounds/music/songs become more hard to get rid of if appropriate research is done about why these songs were written and what the concept behind the song was when it was performed/written first.
The latest viruses which have caught on to me are "Bohemian Rhapsody", "Riders on the Storm","People are Strange", "Kashmir" and many others. It's a long list. Will be posting the entire list soon. Till then, I am happy with these viruses. I like their monopoly. And I hope they maintain it because there is a dangerous undesirable one on the loose.
Till then,
A musically swayed man.
PS: Shashvat, I really wish there was a time machine. I would do anything to go back to the classic rock times.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Energy explosion
Sometimes there is nothing to say. So, sometimes, we could hear pictures speak? Try listening.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Friday, July 31, 2009
Twists of My Perception
In my white sea,
There is a place to be,
An island dense and clouded.
My beauty ofcourse, is dumbfounded.
Beneath me lie the greatest depths,
The biggest truths and lies,
I talk a lot,loud or soft
Only an eager listener listens oft.
On my coast, there is a lot to boast,
Vegetation of different criteria,
Uniform they look, all of them most,
Sometimes, speak love or shout hysteria.
The waves of my sea,
Upset or glee,
Are my main functionaries,
So my master rejoices or worries.
To him I belong, his name is Jake,
Good care does he take of me,
Thank God, me, he doesn't plasticize,
Appears no glass to me, to criticize.
And for him I feel bad,
Guilty that my functionaries create,
What he calls happy or sad,
'Cause the rays through my waves always permeate.
The waves of my 'see',
Make Jake, what is he,
That is my only contention,
He's only the "twists of my perception".
There is a place to be,
An island dense and clouded.
My beauty ofcourse, is dumbfounded.
Beneath me lie the greatest depths,
The biggest truths and lies,
I talk a lot,loud or soft
Only an eager listener listens oft.
On my coast, there is a lot to boast,
Vegetation of different criteria,
Uniform they look, all of them most,
Sometimes, speak love or shout hysteria.
The waves of my sea,
Upset or glee,
Are my main functionaries,
So my master rejoices or worries.
To him I belong, his name is Jake,
Good care does he take of me,
Thank God, me, he doesn't plasticize,
Appears no glass to me, to criticize.
And for him I feel bad,
Guilty that my functionaries create,
What he calls happy or sad,
'Cause the rays through my waves always permeate.
The waves of my 'see',
Make Jake, what is he,
That is my only contention,
He's only the "twists of my perception".
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Contribute to your life
One thing we forget to do on a daily basis is to contribute to our very own lives. Yes, we have a profession or a business. We all are busy working everyday. But do we make time for ourselves to do one thing which will make us grow as a person? Please note-growth of knowledge, money and fame is not counted.
I am inspired by Homi Adajania(Director of Being Cyrus). He is a writer, director and a SCUBA DIVER! He has his SCUBA DIVING training camps at Andaman and Nicobar Islands. Well, that calls on for variety and a very interesting life! He is coming up with his second film called Thugi, which is Saif Ali Khan's home production. Well, also have a look at this poem called Sunscreen, now a famous song by Baz Luhrmann, written by Mary Schmich.
Sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be IT.
The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.
I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.
You are NOT as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts, don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long, and in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't, maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't, maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself, either. Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance. Even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they'll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings; they are your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you'll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
I am inspired by Homi Adajania(Director of Being Cyrus). He is a writer, director and a SCUBA DIVER! He has his SCUBA DIVING training camps at Andaman and Nicobar Islands. Well, that calls on for variety and a very interesting life! He is coming up with his second film called Thugi, which is Saif Ali Khan's home production. Well, also have a look at this poem called Sunscreen, now a famous song by Baz Luhrmann, written by Mary Schmich.
Sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be IT.
The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.
I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.
You are NOT as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts, don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long, and in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't, maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't, maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself, either. Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance. Even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they'll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings; they are your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you'll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
And there are just somethings...
And I am back!
It was a long long summer break. Really wanting the monsoons to set in quick. Though, Pune has way better weather than Mumbai.
It is a Happy birthday to my best friend today.May God bless him!
In this while, when I absented myself from the blogarena ,there were some things which become more than what they were meant to be.
1)Movie:Vanilla Sky
What a movie!!
2)Song:Arziyan(Delhi 6)
What a song. Got tears to my eyes.
3)Hobby:Dance
My new heaven!
4)Organization Systems:Sanjay Singhania
5)Song of the season
6)Ad of the season
7)A song which reminds me of an awesome friend
All set for the first day of my last year in graduation college. Lets see where this year of academia takes all of us!! All the best to all! Will bump into you in one of the corridors definitely!
It was a long long summer break. Really wanting the monsoons to set in quick. Though, Pune has way better weather than Mumbai.
It is a Happy birthday to my best friend today.May God bless him!
In this while, when I absented myself from the blogarena ,there were some things which become more than what they were meant to be.
1)Movie:Vanilla Sky
What a movie!!
2)Song:Arziyan(Delhi 6)
What a song. Got tears to my eyes.
3)Hobby:Dance
My new heaven!
4)Organization Systems:Sanjay Singhania
5)Song of the season
6)Ad of the season
7)A song which reminds me of an awesome friend
All set for the first day of my last year in graduation college. Lets see where this year of academia takes all of us!! All the best to all! Will bump into you in one of the corridors definitely!
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Nocturnal Turmoil
I don't get sleep. I'm tired, mentally and physically. I've had a full meal, Chicken Tikka Biryani! I feel heavy, my eyes are close to shutting off, but they don't. Not because they don't want to. I'm too tired to think. It's 5 am already. I get hold of my keys and my wallet and walk down. Two dogs come to sniff me as I get out of the gate. I had no memory of stealing anything. They prove my memory strong as they walk away and laze on their concrete beds. I walk towards the 'chai' tapri and get myself a biscuit packet. It was hunger.
I very quickly ate all the biscuits. It was glucose. My favourite. Then i ask the guy for tea and go and sit on the chair. Everyone around me is smoking. Couldn't take it early in the morning. After walking a little away, I enjoy the garam masala chai. I go to the chai wala and pay him. I look at the biscuit packet and ask for one more pack of glucose biscuit. I realise that I'm not hungry, yet I want the packet. It dawns in the dawn, its not hunger.
I apologize to the chai wala and return to him the biscuit pack. I start walking towards home. I look up at the sky and see how it is changing colours from a deep blue to hues of purplish red.
As I enter my gate with my head hanging down, frustrated for not know the cause of my behaviour, I realise I'm looking for something.It's a game. A game that I've not yet played.
I very quickly ate all the biscuits. It was glucose. My favourite. Then i ask the guy for tea and go and sit on the chair. Everyone around me is smoking. Couldn't take it early in the morning. After walking a little away, I enjoy the garam masala chai. I go to the chai wala and pay him. I look at the biscuit packet and ask for one more pack of glucose biscuit. I realise that I'm not hungry, yet I want the packet. It dawns in the dawn, its not hunger.
I apologize to the chai wala and return to him the biscuit pack. I start walking towards home. I look up at the sky and see how it is changing colours from a deep blue to hues of purplish red.
As I enter my gate with my head hanging down, frustrated for not know the cause of my behaviour, I realise I'm looking for something.It's a game. A game that I've not yet played.
Monday, April 13, 2009
LOU!!!
Okay, this is going to be crazy! As filmy, mushy, cheesy as possible!!! Expect the unexpected guys!
Romance is in the air for me, with romance itself. With the mush in the music and the intensity of love with tears in my eyes. With the "hero" and the "heroine"(lol) going beserk over grasslands and Udit Narayan, Kumar Sanu in the male playback...Not to forget Lataji and Shreya for the ladies.
These are a few of my all time favourite song videos-as mushy and romantic as it can get. I know just a week down the line, I will laugh at this post. The moody person that I am, I get jhatkas of everything! But this time romance has just taken over! :D
This one can make me cry
Filmy date!
Teri meri pyar
The irrationality of infatuation!
Cloud 9, Smiling for nothing et al
Love is...
Romance is in the air for me, with romance itself. With the mush in the music and the intensity of love with tears in my eyes. With the "hero" and the "heroine"(lol) going beserk over grasslands and Udit Narayan, Kumar Sanu in the male playback...Not to forget Lataji and Shreya for the ladies.
These are a few of my all time favourite song videos-as mushy and romantic as it can get. I know just a week down the line, I will laugh at this post. The moody person that I am, I get jhatkas of everything! But this time romance has just taken over! :D
This one can make me cry
Filmy date!
Teri meri pyar
The irrationality of infatuation!
Cloud 9, Smiling for nothing et al
Love is...
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Feeling hot hot hot!
It's so hot that I could melt
It's so hot that the liquor stores are soon gonna go out of business.
It' so hot that my hair would decide to shed empathizing with my skin.
It's so hot that my exam notes are gonna crumple with heat(Bingo!)
It's so hot that I won't need the boiler in the bathroom.
It's so hot that iced tea and cold coffee is gonna sell a few hundred rupees higher soon.
It's so hot that water is gonna cost and not follow the paradox of value anymore.
It's so hot that my towel dries in a ridiculous 17 mins after using it for bath.
It's so hot that I think of giving Whirlpool an order to make a "Quick chill" bed for me which doesn't need electricity(thanks to the power cuts in Pune..Garmi ka magic chalega ka magic chalega kya?)
It's so hot that I dread of the condition next month.
It's so hot that I can expect thunderstorms and floods in monsoon for which I could recommend the Government of India to declare an off, at least on the west coast for a minimum period of one month at the option of the employee from the 15th of June to the 15th of August.
It's so hot that with the touch of my hand, my ice cream melts.
It's so hot that my fridge gave up.
It's so hot that I've packed black clothes and kept them in my store room.
It's so hot that I sweat at least a litre in a 37% humidity weather.
It's so hot that the zenith has been preponed to 9am.
It's so hot that a provision for excess zenith has been created at 12pm.
It's so hot that the weather forgets when the zenith is over and even at 3 pm retains heat accordingly.
It's so hot that I wouldn't wish that my girlfriend would be so if the weather sang ,'Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me!"
It's so hot that I randomly keep fainting here and there for a few seconds and get up on my own only to realise questions directed towards me of the kind,'What happened?' and I say,'Nothing man heat stroke but im used to it'
It's so hot that More has increased sale of cold juices and drinks by a staggering 72% this summer.
It's so hot that AC seems to be the best scientific invention.
It's so hot that I remembered a PJ!
It's so hot that I have to tell you!
If it's so hot, what is its opposite?
The person who comments with the answer first will get himself/ herself a very hot prize!
It's so hot that the liquor stores are soon gonna go out of business.
It' so hot that my hair would decide to shed empathizing with my skin.
It's so hot that my exam notes are gonna crumple with heat(Bingo!)
It's so hot that I won't need the boiler in the bathroom.
It's so hot that iced tea and cold coffee is gonna sell a few hundred rupees higher soon.
It's so hot that water is gonna cost and not follow the paradox of value anymore.
It's so hot that my towel dries in a ridiculous 17 mins after using it for bath.
It's so hot that I think of giving Whirlpool an order to make a "Quick chill" bed for me which doesn't need electricity(thanks to the power cuts in Pune..Garmi ka magic chalega ka magic chalega kya?)
It's so hot that I dread of the condition next month.
It's so hot that I can expect thunderstorms and floods in monsoon for which I could recommend the Government of India to declare an off, at least on the west coast for a minimum period of one month at the option of the employee from the 15th of June to the 15th of August.
It's so hot that with the touch of my hand, my ice cream melts.
It's so hot that my fridge gave up.
It's so hot that I've packed black clothes and kept them in my store room.
It's so hot that I sweat at least a litre in a 37% humidity weather.
It's so hot that the zenith has been preponed to 9am.
It's so hot that a provision for excess zenith has been created at 12pm.
It's so hot that the weather forgets when the zenith is over and even at 3 pm retains heat accordingly.
It's so hot that I wouldn't wish that my girlfriend would be so if the weather sang ,'Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me!"
It's so hot that I randomly keep fainting here and there for a few seconds and get up on my own only to realise questions directed towards me of the kind,'What happened?' and I say,'Nothing man heat stroke but im used to it'
It's so hot that More has increased sale of cold juices and drinks by a staggering 72% this summer.
It's so hot that AC seems to be the best scientific invention.
It's so hot that I remembered a PJ!
It's so hot that I have to tell you!
If it's so hot, what is its opposite?
The person who comments with the answer first will get himself/ herself a very hot prize!
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