like spinning plates

Thursday, August 28, 2008

becoming a dj because you have an immense passion for music is as worse as becoming a librarian because you like writing.

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Friday, August 22, 2008

been listening, playing, discovering, deciphering, researching, writing music non-stop now. other than the time i sleep, there is always music. even when i sleep infact. i mostly wake up with a song in my head. i cant put down the guitar even with a fatigue. is it possible to die out of music overdose? is this just a phase? will i go deaf before i die? will my mom or my dog go deaf because of me?

well, its scary nice.

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Wednesday, August 20, 2008

quick! hop onto your cross. we have a lot of people to nail today

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Tuesday, August 19, 2008

heavy boots

from quicksand to quagmire on to muddy roads,
dragging heavy boots caked with mud into the desert
in search of civilization; come rain or shine,
the mud will wither and the leather will show
and songs about the ordeal will turn the piss to wine

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Monday, August 18, 2008

he put her over his rainbow

her tears smudged its colors

he was happy nevertheless

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Thursday, August 14, 2008

wonder why.. - 1

why cant the cartridges run dry together? running to the refill center with a different color every month is no fun.

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Tuesday, August 12, 2008

short tale - 14

the conversation drifted from the world, to academics, to movies and settled finally on music. she didn’t seem like the kind to analyze the relative demerits of bjork so he stayed away from it. the place was almost full and the clang of cutlery made him nervous and distracted and his eyes were wavering to all corners of the restaurant. the fact that he was sitting before a total stranger didnt help the cause. her eyes were transfixed on him though. needless to say, he was more nervous. to keep the conversation going, he gently jibed asking if she could sing expecting a firm no or a yes from a contorted face for an answer. the reply was a firm “ofcourse”. silence ensued. “ofcourse you can”, said the voice in his head, almost echoing her reply as he squirmed on what to say next. “oh then why dont you sing me a song”, the words came out well before the voice in his head had any say in it. “sure! what would you like to hear”, she seemed to stretch his miserable joke a bit more. he was sure she wouldnt do it, so he said anything as he stuck his fork into the pork. she sat up straight and cleared her throat as he cast a glance nervously around the almost jam-packed restaurant and gripped the fork tight and prayed hoping she wouldnt do it. there definitely was no god. she closed her eyes and started singing what sounded like bengali ghazal. “wow she is great” he thought and later found she had professional carnatic and hindustani classical training for 12 yrs. she sounded sweet he felt but couldnt help but notice that there was no clang of cutlery anymore as atleast 20 people around them were transfixed on their table. she sang with gay abandon while he contemplated on whether it was ok to stick the pork in his mouth or if it will be rude to do so. a old lady in the far corner stood up to catch a glimpse of the action as if to rub salt in his wound as he shifted uncomfortably amidst the stares. she finished and there was applause and his jaws could have very much touched the floor by then and he was totally intimidated by her mere presence. “how was it” she asked as if the applause wasnt sufficient. “oh twas brilliant” he replied as the voice in his head went, “a discussion about bjork would have sufficed and now look what you have done. you are sitting right before bjork herself. you deserve it.”

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Thursday, August 7, 2008

do not linger to gather flowers to keep them, but walk on, for flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way

–

tagore

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Thursday, August 7, 2008

short tale - 13

a game of chess ended abruptly as pawns, bishops, kings and queens, white and black alike all went up in the air. he was about to win yet again and she was about to lose yet again. she ran blindly with his jar of iron filings he had carefully collected from the sands in the backyard and a 100 different construction sites in town for over 5 years. meticulously refined to remove the last grain of sand. and touchdown it was as she tripped over grandpa’s siesta. “whats with these elders in the house? they sleep almost after every meal.” she cursed her grandpa. the hooting of the hawker selling popsicles could be heard from the street. then a temporary truce was signed. she was to stop the hawker while he was to go steal the money from grandpa’s shirt. she picked pink and he picked green. they enjoyed the popsicles secretly in the garden and ran for the mirror to check whose tongue was colored better. years later, the green and pink tongues would become synonymous to the colors of summer and not being able to reach the cookie jar seemed a much attractive proposition.

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Thursday, August 7, 2008

i just ditched my entire music collection for no apparent reason. i realized my music taste was pretty much stuck in one place for the last few years mainly because you end up listening to what you have. now am building a new collection from scratch based on my current interests and tastes. i must say i have surprised myself so far. beginning to love these drastic makeovers.

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Saturday, August 2, 2008

cool hand luke

This is a very important movie in my life. hyping a movie will normally make ppl hate it, so am not gonna review this any more than saying “just watch it”. paul newman has done better than he did in butch cassidy and sundance kid. how he missed that oscar for this is beyond me.

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Monday, July 28, 2008

nagarhole

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Friday, July 18, 2008

often my friends have talked about doing a vanishing stunt. it varies ofcourse with their personalities and interests. its not always a tasteless “i want to become invisible”. one wanted to just become like the actress in persona who just becomes mute during a performance and stays so and fools everyone around. another wanted to do an “into the wild” stunt… and the list goes on. i think mine would be the “LOST” stunt. imagine being lost in an island that no one can get into. everyone thinks you are dead when you are actually having fun time traveling. on a tropical island full of secrets and underground hatches with colorful LED lights and lots of switches (i have a fetish for blinking LEDs) that you have no clue about. sounds like my perfect vanishing stunt.

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Wednesday, July 16, 2008

proving horoscopes by mathematical induction

my mom almost freaked out when she saw me pouring over my favorite horoscope site (!). i dont blame her because according to her i will be last one on the planet to go by those beliefs (couple of years back that word would have been replaced by something more powerful like “horse manure”). so anyway its not like i have started to believe in it (yet). but right now being a balanced man of science, any unexplained phenomena needs proof. and proving can be done in a variety of ways. proof by mathematical induction was my favorite back in school. in this case however the variables and errors are numerous so even if proved, it will not be scientific. but anyway am doing the first steps now which is keeping tabs on the accuracy of predictions everyday for the last 6 months for 4 different signs (of ppl that i know well). hopefully a few years from now i would have sufficient data to draw some conclusions. call me vetti but i dont like rejecting beliefs at face value.

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Tuesday, July 15, 2008

kannadasan and dylan

veedu varai uravu
veethi varai manaivi
kaadu varai pillai
kadaisi varai yaaro?

–

kannadasan

translates roughly to..

the kin, till the house,
the wife, till the street,
the son, upto the cemetery,
who will come beyond that?

and dylan’s “sign on the window”..

sign on the window says “lonely,”
sign on the door said “no company allowed,”
sign on the street says “you don’t own me,”
sign on the porch says “three’s a crowd”

both are similar in theme and thought that they invariably end up reminding me of the other

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Monday, July 14, 2008

sea change

when creativity oozes out of a bummed soul and art is created right from the heart, you get a stunner like this. the wacky, funky and partying beck of the 90s (odelay, midnight vultures etc.) is replaced by beck hanson, the man who made sea change from the darkest place in the universe with a heavy and open heart. the entire album (12 gems) was written in a week after ending a 10 yr long relationship with his girlfriend. acoustic heavy with a crooning and droning beck, sarcastically happy at places, and very well produced. probably the saddest and most personal record (almost like dylan’s blood on the tracks) i have ever listened to and arguably beck’s best. broken diamond still glints.

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Monday, July 14, 2008

the latest range from timex is called “conversation starters”. i just saw the ad and take my advice and dont watch it after a heavy meal. wtf. its a fucking watch. and you think having a watch the size of a dosa pan that incidentally also has a compass is going to be a chick magnet? conversation starter?? what the hell did god give u a mouth for wimps

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Friday, July 11, 2008

what are the best opening lines for a song that you have heard?

mine wud be ..

“your eyes are burning holes through me.
i’m gasoline.”

song called “electrolite” by REM.

there are so many other favorites but this takes the cake

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Friday, July 11, 2008

if am listening to sad music, chances are that am at my happiest best. however, if you find me listening to anything remotely happy, call the cops.

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Tuesday, July 8, 2008

the age of convergence

the older the language, the numerous the number of words it has for various forms of the word “love”. they definitely weren’t stupid to have had so many words. but now most of the fringe definitions are obsolete and there is just one word to rule them all. like a one size fits all word “love”. remember how we used have a camera, a gps
, an alarm clock, a phone and a plethora of other dedicated devices not so long ago? yeah some of them are convenient to have converged but these convergence devices are mostly about half as good as their dedicated counterparts. you will find that someone who is really bothered about taking snaps would go for a decent camera and wouldn’t use his phone for one beyond maybe a rare occasion like say a reptile from mesozoic era is stomping around the buildings in the city. so coming back to our current situation, take a look at the different greek words for love. Clear and precise isn’t it? So can we please destroy the one ring thats ruling us all and get the old king back on the throne?

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Tuesday, July 8, 2008

guess who i spoke to yesterday (in my dream)? i spoke to the chap who is writing my life script. yeah apparently he just replaced this sadistic and boring, good for nothing old bloke. it seems they were losing viewership and stuff and the gods were bagging heavy losses. the new guy is pretty good and is getting the plot back on track. the first episode kicked ass and here is hoping for a great season ahead.

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Sunday, July 6, 2008

do not stand at my grave and weep;
i am not there. i do not sleep.
i am a thousand winds that blow.
i am the diamond glints on snow.
i am the sunlight on ripened grain.
i am the gentle autumn rain.
when you awaken in the morning’s hush
i am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
i am the soft stars that shine at night.
do not stand at my grave and cry;
i am not there. i did not die.

–

mary frye

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Sunday, June 29, 2008

summer

“i love you rasna” ads and buying the 3Rs packet that serves 4 and borrowing ice from the neighbour’s fridge and having a cool sip of rasna under the mango tree looking at clouds and praying for rain

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Saturday, June 28, 2008

short tale - 12

strawberry or banana? she dint have much time to choose. “crap…”, she cursed under her breath. the queue was moving very fast. “why cant they give me a little more time to choose?” she pondered getting out of the queue, to think for a while and choose and rejoin the queue in the end. she realized that would be an overkill. she decided to flip a coin and choose. so she flipped a coin and prayed for heads which meant she could have strawberries. tails it was and she ordered strawberries anyway.

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Wednesday, June 25, 2008