Once upon a time, there lived a poor young man in a remote village. You know, poor means a lot of stuff;a lack of a lot of stuff actually! This poor guy had a family of 5 to feed, a small shack for shelter, a dawn-to-dusk daily wage job at the fields and a nagging wife and cryin babies to come home to!
"What is my motivation here?" would cross his mind pretty often. Sometimes it was so bad that he thought of running away from his responsibilities. But the principled man he was, and fortunately for his wife and kids,he stayed his course!
He thought he felt like a singer without a crowd to sing to,a movie maker without an audience or even a Tom without a Jerry to live with!
But still he worked every day from dawn to dusk and kept it going! From dawn to dusk!! Everyday!! In the paddy fields!! "Without any motivation?",you may ask. Well,lets see!
On a cool,breezy afternoon,relaxing on the grass,enjoying his lunch break,chewin a strand of straw and soakin up mild winter's sun he paused to think: "Why do I do whatever I do?","What is my motivation here?";"Is it the feeling of helplessness when I have to see my kids starve because of bunking a day's work?","Is it my small shack which never seems to get any better?","Is it my nagging wife who would not let me be in peace?"."I am sick of questions! I need answers!!"
Then as the tender sun began to hide under a dark cloud and the light grew dark, he felt a drop of rain caressing his clean shaven face! (Now don't ask me how he got the bucks to shave!! this guy just did! hotteg hittila juttig mallige huvina kathe! oh! that s a side story by itself). As soon as he looked up, his face was lit! He loved it! Every bit of it! The tender sun, the cool breeze, the sound of the rustling paddy fields, the rain and the rainbow that followed!
"Eureka!", he exclaimed.
Now is it any surprise that he worked in the fields every day from dawn to dusk and kept it going! From dawn to dusk!! Everyday!! In the paddy fields!! "Without any motivation?". No! Now you are not excused for asking! He did it because he loved every bit of it! He liked to work in the paddy fields!
P.S: Now the poor,clean shaven bastard runs a co-operative agency for selling off his stock. He has a couple of hundred people under him, a decently posh house, a bunch of happy kids and a nagging wife ;) !
P.P.S: Some things don't change! For everything else it is a matter of time!
Moral: Every time a job is seen as a routine, it becomes a pain in the ass! Start seeing rainbows in your job and you shall be happy!Know that every job has it s share of rainbows!!
Your rainbow hunt begins now!!...
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Friday, July 06, 2007
A great gig in the sky
I m not afraid of dying!
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Dedicated to all the trippy nights in room no 218, 5 block,Men s hostel, NITK Surathkal, Srinivasnagar, Mangalore-575025
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Dedicated to all the trippy nights in room no 218, 5 block,Men s hostel, NITK Surathkal, Srinivasnagar, Mangalore-575025
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
Seeing God in a Pornstar
Well, as we all know God is omni-present by definition. So He/She must be in all space that be. That includes us, our surroundings and everything else that you can think of. Us includes all of human race. Me, you or maybe a pornstar. The next question is why this pornstar pseudo-intellectual rhetoric?
Well, it s easy to see God in people with "morals", "values" and all the other things perceived "good". Which is why it is difficult to see God in people who are perceived to lack these qualities by the majority of people around. Which is why intellectuals( add a pseudo before use to let me feel modest bout myself)like me are striving to broaden the concept of morals and values. I intend to come up with chapters designed to make it easier for you to truly appreciate the scope of morals and values. After this exercise, I can confidentally say (well, what do i lose?) that you will see God in a pornstar!
Serenade the enlightenment and shower me with Cake fudge at CH!
10th March 2009, my apartment in Lausanne:
Saw a candid money-for-sex interview. Was reminded of this post written a year and a half before :). The idea is still relevant though it hasn't developed a wee bit more from then.
The change from then is, I don't intend to see a god in a pornstar or anyone else. This time I felt what Krishna echoes in the Bharata that, everyone has to play their part, fulfil their duty whatever that may be. Good or Bad doesn't apply to duty. Would you judge a gardener by his work? Is he good or bad in what he chose as work? He might be depending on how he works but not by the nature of his work. Simple!
Well, it s easy to see God in people with "morals", "values" and all the other things perceived "good". Which is why it is difficult to see God in people who are perceived to lack these qualities by the majority of people around. Which is why intellectuals( add a pseudo before use to let me feel modest bout myself)like me are striving to broaden the concept of morals and values. I intend to come up with chapters designed to make it easier for you to truly appreciate the scope of morals and values. After this exercise, I can confidentally say (well, what do i lose?) that you will see God in a pornstar!
Serenade the enlightenment and shower me with Cake fudge at CH!
10th March 2009, my apartment in Lausanne:
Saw a candid money-for-sex interview. Was reminded of this post written a year and a half before :). The idea is still relevant though it hasn't developed a wee bit more from then.
The change from then is, I don't intend to see a god in a pornstar or anyone else. This time I felt what Krishna echoes in the Bharata that, everyone has to play their part, fulfil their duty whatever that may be. Good or Bad doesn't apply to duty. Would you judge a gardener by his work? Is he good or bad in what he chose as work? He might be depending on how he works but not by the nature of his work. Simple!
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Can a kiss be platonic?
This poem's called "Lead Kindly Light ;) (Oh yeah baby! the wink 's there!!)"
When people seem closer
Places seem like home
I'll let it seem how it seems
Who cares if people say, "Oh! He dreams!"?
How true is what it seems?
Can I let it seem how it seems?
Oh Yes you can!Oh yes you can!
As long as it seems how it seems to you!
-From www.plagiaristswillbeprosecuted.com
I have some questions in mind and i need answers. If you are reading this and you are not me, kindly find some time to leave a comment. Merci Beaucoup!
Q1. What is the origin of feelings of parenthood (if it exists) in unmarried(ok this kinda means you don't have a kid) 20 something s?
Q2. If you are unmarried/married but not a parent,does seeing yourself as a dad or a mom arise a feeling of confinement/erosion of freedom?If yes, do you think you are being selfish?
Please people i really want to know!!! The least you could do even if you happen to trippily visit my blog (which is highly probable)is to leave a comment. Thanks again
Friday, May 11, 2007
When idleness turns hell
"hey man! whadda fuck ve you been upto?"
"omgwtf(acronym for o my god!! what the fuck!)!! Is it fucking you ...you unshaven bastard?where the fuck were you all these days?...seems like eternity"
"I needed a break man...buzzed off when you were sleeping.what ve you been doin?"
"nothin much man...it's a long story though...to cut short i was testing the limits of idleness?"
"wtf does that mean?"
"well...you see this head?"
"ya"
"what you don't see is how fucked up it is on the inside...Thank god you're back...it'll bring some order"
"omgwtf(acronym for o my god!! what the fuck!)!! Is it fucking you ...you unshaven bastard?where the fuck were you all these days?...seems like eternity"
"I needed a break man...buzzed off when you were sleeping.what ve you been doin?"
"nothin much man...it's a long story though...to cut short i was testing the limits of idleness?"
"wtf does that mean?"
"well...you see this head?"
"ya"
"what you don't see is how fucked up it is on the inside...Thank god you're back...it'll bring some order"
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
The end? Not really...
I am temporarily sick of structuring my thoughts as a dialogue (atleast now, when writing this one). So i ll put em straight from the head...just the raw thoughts...because if you strip the structure out of a written piece what remains is just the essence (Like the subtle aftertaste of kodbale when sippin on coffee)
What is in my head now is the concept of start-end. I have a short film idea also. It's something like this:
The short film s called:
THE START
It's the olympics...The 100 meters run is about to start and the athletes are on their marks...There s a Gun shot and these guys set off. Now there's some explainin to do about the running track. The track is a small circular field and there's only one banner for start and finish. On one side to which the athletes start is START and on the other side FINISH. It's simpler to see it as a circular track where the finish point is the same as the start point.
You know how these athletes look...strong muscular bodies and stuff. So these guys are running as hard as they can with grit in their eyes. Run,Run,Run...Nothing on their mind except the finish line and how fast they can reach there to be first.
And think of yourself as a journo covering the race for BBC or somethin standing in front of the finish line (wait! isn't it the start line?!). You have a camera and all. You stand there catchin the first glimpse of these guys coming towards you. You start recording footage... Strong men makin a run for it. Then one really strong guy emerges clearly in front of others and in the wink of an eye he's crossing the finish line. You focus your camera on him...tired yet accomplished look on his face. After everythin is over and the guys are resting you happen to tilt your camera accidentally so it is focussed on the banner...And you see START written all over it.
THE END
And now for the aftertaste (ya! imagine you are sipping on a cup of coffee now):
Was there a finish line? Isn't it the start line after all? you run a race and reach the finish but it ain't the end mate. You've just started another race.
Isn't the end of a start, the start of an end?
And Isn't the end of the end, the start of another start?
What is in my head now is the concept of start-end. I have a short film idea also. It's something like this:
The short film s called:
THE START
It's the olympics...The 100 meters run is about to start and the athletes are on their marks...There s a Gun shot and these guys set off. Now there's some explainin to do about the running track. The track is a small circular field and there's only one banner for start and finish. On one side to which the athletes start is START and on the other side FINISH. It's simpler to see it as a circular track where the finish point is the same as the start point.
You know how these athletes look...strong muscular bodies and stuff. So these guys are running as hard as they can with grit in their eyes. Run,Run,Run...Nothing on their mind except the finish line and how fast they can reach there to be first.
And think of yourself as a journo covering the race for BBC or somethin standing in front of the finish line (wait! isn't it the start line?!). You have a camera and all. You stand there catchin the first glimpse of these guys coming towards you. You start recording footage... Strong men makin a run for it. Then one really strong guy emerges clearly in front of others and in the wink of an eye he's crossing the finish line. You focus your camera on him...tired yet accomplished look on his face. After everythin is over and the guys are resting you happen to tilt your camera accidentally so it is focussed on the banner...And you see START written all over it.
THE END
And now for the aftertaste (ya! imagine you are sipping on a cup of coffee now):
Was there a finish line? Isn't it the start line after all? you run a race and reach the finish but it ain't the end mate. You've just started another race.
Isn't the end of a start, the start of an end?
And Isn't the end of the end, the start of another start?
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Free Bird
Radio goobe plays Free bird by Lynyard skynard (The extended guitar version) as a raw mango (RM) is talkin to it's bearer-the Mango tree (MT)
RM(snobbishly): Hehe...you're so MT without me
MT: You are a Real Moron, aren't you?
(There's a pause as both are held in a trance by the guitar solo. Lynard skynard kick ass!!)
RM: Hey! how long do i cling to you MT?
MT: Till you are pelted with stones or by yourself when you are old enough.
RM: Strange isn't it?
MT: What is strange?
RM: That I can't cling on to you forever!!
MT: Real Moron!!! It can't be that way.
RM: But Why?
MT: Hmm...I can't bear too many mangoes RM. Someday you've gotto go and make way for others to come!
RM: Oh! So I ain't special to you eh? You let me go without feeling bad...Chay!Who do i live for anyway?
MT: You live for yourself RM.
RM: That's too selfish MT. You and your MT thoughts...nothin in 'em. As hollow as a kadbu without the stuffing.
MT: Ok. Then come let's live for each other!!
RM: Too good!! Give the kai!
MT: We'll start now. You breathe for me and i'll breathe for you!
RM: Ok. But how do we do it?
MT: Let's see...Hold your breath and i'll try breathing for you.
RM: Ok.Here i go!
(30 seconds later ...)
RM(Breathless): eh sala MT breather! I am not able to breathe!!
MT: Obviously you Real Moron!! You're holding your breath!
RM: Aren't you breathing for me??
MT: O shit! It ain't workin! Is it? Hey! I was only testing your theory of living for each other RM.
RM: eh try properly MT. There gotto be some way.
MT: arre RM! I'm tryin man.It ain't workin i guess!
(30 more seconds of breathlessness sees RM give up)
RM: Damn!! Why dint it work?
MT: Hmmm...I guess we can't live for each other!
RM(Still disappointed): Why can't we?
MT: Actually we can try by holding our breath hoping we can breathe for the other. But then we may have to die for each other!!
RM(with a scared look): What if we die?That's not living is it?
MT: No,it isn't. That's dying!
RM: Then come let's give it a shot.
MT: That I can't RM. I can't risk dying! I've hazaar mangoes to bear and more to come!
RM: Actually even I can't. I wan't to see the world yar! It's too early to die.
MT: Now who is selfish?
RM(Smiling): Oh! that's me!!(Now pensive)But still it'll be hard when i'll have to leave you MT!
MT(Wisely):Yes it'll be! You'll be hittin the ground head on!
RM(Not discerning the infinite wisdom in MT's words): Eh MT! I 'm talkin of farewell blues and you're talkin of me hittin the ground. Kuch nahi samajhtha!MT sala!
MT: They are'nt too different.Are they? Hittin the ground and farewell blues.Both ve gotta hurt.
RM: Shit! I never thought of that!!
MT: See RM. It is difficult I understand. But you have no choice but to accept it. How long can it hurt?
RM: How long?
MT: As long as you want it to. Haven't you listened to Mad Season's song called 'River of Deceit'.It goes...(Singing)'My pain is self chosen'
RM: bas bas ! You are a bad singer!
MT: hehe...ya
RM: What do I do then? How do i not feel bad when i'm leaving you and my friends here?
MT: Know that every one has to live for themselves. Living for each other ain't possible.
RM: That is too harsh to accept.
MT: I guess we don't have a choice. Let me tell you this RM...I know it hurts. I like you like i like others here...(winkin)a little more maybe but the fact that I know we can't live for each other will ease my pain.We have to say goodbye. Now or someother time.(pensively) No choice bud!
(Back to his wise self)But what you ve gotto do is move on RM. Spring back. It ll hurt for sometime. But soon you ll have to decide between seein the world and feelin sad about the farewell. What will you choose?
RM: I guess seein the world. But isn't that selfish?
MT: NO. It's not your fault RM. You din't choose to leave me. It's just the way it is. A set of rules that binds everyone! Don't blame yourself.You're not selfish!
And you've gotto see the world man! Whatta world it is!
RM(Tearful):I guess you are right man! We are supposed to be free birds! No choice!
Even if we don't want to be free.
MT: Arre...Ro mat yar! Rona tumhe suit nahi karta!
RM(wiping tears):hmm...no use crying na?
MT: You lose water i guess!
RM(smiling):ya...Come let's see what radio goobe is playing.
('Bhor' by Indian Ocean playin on the radio)
If I leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me?
For I must be travelling on now
There's too many places I gotta see
RM(snobbishly): Hehe...you're so MT without me
MT: You are a Real Moron, aren't you?
(There's a pause as both are held in a trance by the guitar solo. Lynard skynard kick ass!!)
RM: Hey! how long do i cling to you MT?
MT: Till you are pelted with stones or by yourself when you are old enough.
RM: Strange isn't it?
MT: What is strange?
RM: That I can't cling on to you forever!!
MT: Real Moron!!! It can't be that way.
RM: But Why?
MT: Hmm...I can't bear too many mangoes RM. Someday you've gotto go and make way for others to come!
RM: Oh! So I ain't special to you eh? You let me go without feeling bad...Chay!Who do i live for anyway?
MT: You live for yourself RM.
RM: That's too selfish MT. You and your MT thoughts...nothin in 'em. As hollow as a kadbu without the stuffing.
MT: Ok. Then come let's live for each other!!
RM: Too good!! Give the kai!
MT: We'll start now. You breathe for me and i'll breathe for you!
RM: Ok. But how do we do it?
MT: Let's see...Hold your breath and i'll try breathing for you.
RM: Ok.Here i go!
(30 seconds later ...)
RM(Breathless): eh sala MT breather! I am not able to breathe!!
MT: Obviously you Real Moron!! You're holding your breath!
RM: Aren't you breathing for me??
MT: O shit! It ain't workin! Is it? Hey! I was only testing your theory of living for each other RM.
RM: eh try properly MT. There gotto be some way.
MT: arre RM! I'm tryin man.It ain't workin i guess!
(30 more seconds of breathlessness sees RM give up)
RM: Damn!! Why dint it work?
MT: Hmmm...I guess we can't live for each other!
RM(Still disappointed): Why can't we?
MT: Actually we can try by holding our breath hoping we can breathe for the other. But then we may have to die for each other!!
RM(with a scared look): What if we die?That's not living is it?
MT: No,it isn't. That's dying!
RM: Then come let's give it a shot.
MT: That I can't RM. I can't risk dying! I've hazaar mangoes to bear and more to come!
RM: Actually even I can't. I wan't to see the world yar! It's too early to die.
MT: Now who is selfish?
RM(Smiling): Oh! that's me!!(Now pensive)But still it'll be hard when i'll have to leave you MT!
MT(Wisely):Yes it'll be! You'll be hittin the ground head on!
RM(Not discerning the infinite wisdom in MT's words): Eh MT! I 'm talkin of farewell blues and you're talkin of me hittin the ground. Kuch nahi samajhtha!MT sala!
MT: They are'nt too different.Are they? Hittin the ground and farewell blues.Both ve gotta hurt.
RM: Shit! I never thought of that!!
MT: See RM. It is difficult I understand. But you have no choice but to accept it. How long can it hurt?
RM: How long?
MT: As long as you want it to. Haven't you listened to Mad Season's song called 'River of Deceit'.It goes...(Singing)'My pain is self chosen'
RM: bas bas ! You are a bad singer!
MT: hehe...ya
RM: What do I do then? How do i not feel bad when i'm leaving you and my friends here?
MT: Know that every one has to live for themselves. Living for each other ain't possible.
RM: That is too harsh to accept.
MT: I guess we don't have a choice. Let me tell you this RM...I know it hurts. I like you like i like others here...(winkin)a little more maybe but the fact that I know we can't live for each other will ease my pain.We have to say goodbye. Now or someother time.(pensively) No choice bud!
(Back to his wise self)But what you ve gotto do is move on RM. Spring back. It ll hurt for sometime. But soon you ll have to decide between seein the world and feelin sad about the farewell. What will you choose?
RM: I guess seein the world. But isn't that selfish?
MT: NO. It's not your fault RM. You din't choose to leave me. It's just the way it is. A set of rules that binds everyone! Don't blame yourself.You're not selfish!
And you've gotto see the world man! Whatta world it is!
RM(Tearful):I guess you are right man! We are supposed to be free birds! No choice!
Even if we don't want to be free.
MT: Arre...Ro mat yar! Rona tumhe suit nahi karta!
RM(wiping tears):hmm...no use crying na?
MT: You lose water i guess!
RM(smiling):ya...Come let's see what radio goobe is playing.
('Bhor' by Indian Ocean playin on the radio)
Bhor!Bhor!Bhor bhai ek udta panchi
jaa baitha ek daal aa baitha ek daal!
Thursday, March 08, 2007
floydy afternoon aka floyd is god
Welcome, my son, welcome to the machine.
Where have you been? It's alright, we know where you've been.
Signal bhaiya: Namaste!So we meet again.
Me: O Signal bhaiya! namaste! aayiye aayiye! aap hi ko dhoond raha tha.To kya lenge aap? coffee chaay?
Signal bhaiya: Intazaar kaphi hai. uske baad bhi dene ki mood me ho to coffee theek hai.
Me: theek hai??
(at a nearby shack)do coffee. ek me namak dalna!
Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd, smiling
mercyless the magistrate turns round, frowning
and who's the fool who wears the crown
go down in your own way
and every day is the right day
and as you rise above the fear-lines in his crown
you look down, hearing the sound of the faces in the crowd
Idiot (chuckin a frizby into the sea): loof!
Magistrate: what a fool!!
Idiot(Seein the frizby sail away): It will come back!
Magistrate(laughing with contempt): Hopes you have
Idiot (smiling): ha!one lucky frizby freed from humanity
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Brushing teeth
There s somethin to brushin teeth in the morning. You ve just woken up and are a little fazed by reality. Rigours of life slowly take a toll on you and get you ready for the day ahead. The teeth brushin takes you from a semi-reality to reality(actually the snoozin the alarm does this but that is momentary). The transition happens fast especially in the hostel where you are being shoved for thook space in the wash basin.
But at home it is less sudden and for a moment you can enjoy this transition before amma hollers 'Drink coffee before it gets cold' while Jhini is two legs on me and tryin to wrestle me out.
Here s somethin that will make my brushin teeth experiance memorable. wake up. go to the wash basin. Grab the paste and squeeze some. Look into the mirror and start brushing. walkin around with my brush and i hear this on radio:
And then you stand there lookin out of the window early morning, relishing the semi-reality phase of brushin teeth. And after you ve been 'brought back' by amma's coffee advice and are now thinkin bout the beauty of the brushin experiance, she asks you 'whats the smile on your face about?'
'hehe...nothin'
Heres the song:
P.S: I have nothin against our own music but it's so everywhere that it sounds ordinary.That and there are way too many things happenin on radio that space for good music is denied.
But at home it is less sudden and for a moment you can enjoy this transition before amma hollers 'Drink coffee before it gets cold' while Jhini is two legs on me and tryin to wrestle me out.
Here s somethin that will make my brushin teeth experiance memorable. wake up. go to the wash basin. Grab the paste and squeeze some. Look into the mirror and start brushing. walkin around with my brush and i hear this on radio:
...sakatt hot maga
we have something special for you today. For a change we ll play some nice music.This one's called 'No excuses' by a band called 'Alice in chains' and you have no excuse to not have listened to this song before
And then you stand there lookin out of the window early morning, relishing the semi-reality phase of brushin teeth. And after you ve been 'brought back' by amma's coffee advice and are now thinkin bout the beauty of the brushin experiance, she asks you 'whats the smile on your face about?'
'hehe...nothin'
Heres the song:
It's alright
there comes a time
got no patience
to search for peach of mind
laying low
want to take it slow
everyday it's something
hits me so cold
find me sitting by myself
no excuses, then I know
It's okay
had a bad day
hands are bruised
from breaking rocks all day
drains and blue
I bleed for you
you think it's funny
well, you're drowing in it too
no more hiding or
everyday it's something
hits me so cold
find me sitting by myself
no excuses, then I know
yeah it's fine
we'll walk down the line
leave our rain
a cold trade for warm sunshine
you my friend
I will defend
and if we change
well I love you anyway
everyday it's something
hits me so cold
find me sitting by myself
no excuses, then I know
-"No excuses" by Alice in chains
P.S: I have nothin against our own music but it's so everywhere that it sounds ordinary.That and there are way too many things happenin on radio that space for good music is denied.
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Story of Stories
2:30 PM Sunday afternoon
Time is on my side
Yes it is Yes it is
-Stones song playin on the radio
(Hey! how da peep man!! you ve got amazing radio stations playin just the right songs at the right times in all your stories.And when i tune into one it's either some run-o-the-mill remixes or some sick paris hilton shit)
(Chillax O objector!! This is a story and it is mine!! Even the radio station is!! Atleast here! So lemme bask in the goodness of life atleast in my stories.
lemme tell you that i don't need to justify why i'm doin what i am.but since you are pissed rite now for god knows what! and i see a potential smile on your face after listening to me, I'm tellin you this.
It's like this you see.Reality doesn't give you everything.It kindof creates gaps actually.You feel the lack of romanticism a lotta times. You ve either thought about it or haven't but felt it in some way.
So you re left with two options.option a) accept reality for what it is and hope for glimpses of romanticism in between.This is like acceptin lifelessness like fate man. You think thats it.Sit hopelessly by the window at someone's mercy man.
option b)Keep dreamin.Generate romanticism out of anything.For example ,you see a man (better if it's a woman(best if it is julie delpy ;))) drawing cash from an ATM. Now, given the worst possible scenario: A total dickhead drawin cash and you want some romantcism in life. You know.Somethin that ll take your mind off somethin that s eatin your head.A moment of peace.
And you see this dickhead drawing cash. What d'ya do? you also see a jammed signal near by and people are gettin restless by the second seein the red light.Now what you do is create life.cos thats where romanticism lies.
So you can see the ATM machine eatin your card and pukin cash.eww!!thats disgustin! No its not.It is cash man.You can buy stuff from it.If you want to be more refined (whatever the fuck it means) see it like this. The ATM machine-dickhead relationship is a give and take one. He gives her his card and she promptly gives cash and they live happily ever after.No! Not so easy bud!! even in an ATM-dickhead relationship there can be trouble.This guy feeds his card and she says 'Invalid Transaction.Please collect your card' This means the dickhead has missed her birthday (oh Yeah! ATM Machines have birthdays too!! Everythin is born someday man! the cake makers would go out of business otherwise).
Ya! So you ve missed her birthday and she is sayin 'piss off dickhead! you are a dickhead anyway! what was i thinkin when you stepped in?!!'And then the dickhead stamps his foot on the ground! Damn!! I m late to work today he s thinkin and no cash!! Shit!
But you can't hear all this. So you can actually see this in whatever way you want.He sees 'Invalid transaction' You see 'you ve just missed your girlfriend’s birthday'.And you can relate to the situation man!! that s the best part!!
I mean See! I missed my Mom's birthday only 2 days back and felt like shit man!!It's the same expression on the dickhead's face now. So I see this and smile to myself and increase the romanticism quotient (call it RQ from now on) ya! so increase the RQ by addin thoughts like 'This is life man!!Shit happens to everyone around you! And you think why me?! Why did I miss my Mom's birthday?! I am a good son.I eat good day choco nut! (Now where did that come from?!)
But maybe these things happen cos there s somethin that someone wants to teach you.Like in my case I wouldn't have thought of how my mom would ve felt when I din t wish her on time.I now value it.I appreciate what it means to wish somebody. If I'd wished her on time and all that , I wouldn't have bothered thinkin bout the value of wishin as much as I do now. So there's the lesson. Chapter 1: What birthday wishes mean.
Now what you ve done is turned a reality that is sad (in my case) or that is totally lifeless(in the ATM-dickhead case) into somethin more alive.You ve transformed negative emotion into a constructive positive emotion.
Listen man!!I m NOT tellin that you miss your mom's birthday so you can appreciate the value of wishing her.Thats bullshit man!Wishin anyone on time is the best thing!You know that and so do I!
What I am tellin you is always be a spectator.Be the audience. Don't be mired in your own shit man!!look outside for inspiration!See People!See ATM Machines!! See anything man! Don't sit sadly in the corner of your room crouchin and all that and listen to some really depressin music like Smog's 'Rock bottom riser' or somethin.
Life puts you through situations and you learn from them cos thats what she wants you to do. ya! actually you can do nothin about it like not be bothered bout it at all and be happy all the time. I ve tried that man! But this is better because you can atleast make yourself believe you ve learnt somethin!
Doin nothin about it means no progress. And bosses hate no progress you know!But I kind of appreciate people who do nothing with conviction.It makes me think that they must have a really strong reason to do nothing man!! It requires quite some stength to do nothing!!You have to deal with this masochistic feedback from your head that you are doin nothin! Why do we think doin nothin is bad! Beats me man!
Ya! so comin back to the point of choosin the path of generatin romanticism and learnin from it. It's way better than feelin like shit all day listenin to some depressin music man!!You know that! You might have thought you r all alone in this shit and need some help. No man! you r not!!
I almost forgot option c man.ya! option c) is being this guy who listens to smog all day in the corner of his room! Listen man!!I ve nothin against Smog! I think he is a master of minimalist instrumentation,a truly great Lo-fi artist and the guru of Emiliana Torrini (ha! she s another person I d like to see in the ATM. It makes romanticism so much easier man!!You don’t even need to imagine stuff).
What I am sayin is don't let the mood of the situation affect the way you look at it.If you are down and listen to sad music you ll either hit the bottom or try to garner some sympathy from whatever source you can.Like thinkin .Ha! some shit might ve happened to Smog and he s sayin 'Been there done that'.
So be the audience!! That s what I try to be in all of my stories. I don't think of em as MY stories cos it's a little unfair. I m borrowin partly from real life and whatever remains from adventures of this Random-Romanticism-Generator that is there inside anyone.You,me, anyone!Just hafto dig it out.
So it's anyone's story. I' m just tellin you that 'it's runnin in PVR and DON'T MISS THE SHOW!'.Now have you bought your ticket yet?(politely smirkin))
(PVR s costly man!!)
(Whatta fuckin waste of time!)
(Relax man! I m lookin for an ATM now!!)
(Now give the kai!!See even i get pissed.I am like you man or anyone else. It's just that it's not the end of it.You might have missed a chapter by just gettin pissed!
See I bought you a smile. It feels good man! buyin smiles for people.The hard part is convincing people that it don't cost a thing man! Smiles are as cheap as you want 'em to be. What an irony!! Buyin smiles!Good day man!You ve been a good listener.Some stupid assholes just don't see the point.haf some story writin to do.See you man!)
(ya!thanks for the smile man!But tell me this…Why are we talking in brackets.Is it some secret stuff? Are you real?Shit! are you a ghost?)
(Relax man! The brackets are because our talk is disturbin my story.You know I started writin one and you objected to my RRG Radio(A real smirk now))
(oh ya! Thanks again man!)
(no probs man…good day (choco nut))!
And so the story begins...(and you thought it was over!!)
"eh! pass the cards yar!will try some patience"
"arre yar!akele kyun khelte ho! Lets play some thing na?three of us are there"
"hmm...we can play bridge"
"arre! ditch cards man! lets play somethin unusual for a change"
"like what?"
"here's the game.We sing a rhyme a line a piece.Like if we choose twinkle twinkle rhyme, I sing 'Twinkle twinkle little star' and you sing 'How i wonder what you are' and it continues till the end of the rhyme"
"what da peep! anyway it's better than patience. I'm in. Wake this lazy ass man. He s still sleepin"
"ok. we ll wake him up when his turn comes.We ll start.'Ba Ba Black sheep have you any wool?'.Now wake him up i'll sing again"
"Ba Ba Black sheep have you any wool?"
"what the fuck! It's 2:30 and i got up now? shit!"
"Wrong answer!you r out"
"Out of what?"
"You ll know soon man"
"Yes Sir Yes Sir 3 bags full"
"Shit! I don't remember how it goes now man! Google!!!!"
"One for the master,one for the dame"
"One for the little boy who lives down the lane"
"hey! unfair man!he din't know the third line and he's still in and you wake me up without tellin me anythin and the first thing I'm out!"
"True!!Life's a bitch man!Go brush your teeth first and catch some lunch.Or sleep for some more time and you ll be in time for dinner"
"Fuck you!"
"Sorry yar! Took my anger out on you"
"Oh yeah! what r you angry about?that you ve nothin to do on a lazy sunday afternoon and you are jealous of somebody sleepin peacefully?"
"No man. I am angry cos I won't be quite as jobless as now, the same time tomorrow.Kal monday hai na? office jana padega!"
"Give the kai man!!Now you go brush teeth!"
Time is on my side, yes, it is.
'Cause I got the real love, the kind that you need.
You'll come runnin' back,
you'll come runnin' back,
you'll come runnin' back to me.
(Yeah! Even if it's an hour since i started writin, the radio s still playin stones!!)
Quote from Before Sunrise:
And Here's what Jesse said:
"Why is it, that a dog,y'know,sleepin in the sun,is so beautiful ,it is,its beautiful,y'know,but a guy standing at a bank machine,tryin to take some money out,looks like a complete moron"
Here's what celine thought but din't say:
"Oh yeah!!Haven't you heard of Random-Romanticism generator?!"
Time is on my side
Yes it is Yes it is
-Stones song playin on the radio
(Hey! how da peep man!! you ve got amazing radio stations playin just the right songs at the right times in all your stories.And when i tune into one it's either some run-o-the-mill remixes or some sick paris hilton shit)
(Chillax O objector!! This is a story and it is mine!! Even the radio station is!! Atleast here! So lemme bask in the goodness of life atleast in my stories.
lemme tell you that i don't need to justify why i'm doin what i am.but since you are pissed rite now for god knows what! and i see a potential smile on your face after listening to me, I'm tellin you this.
It's like this you see.Reality doesn't give you everything.It kindof creates gaps actually.You feel the lack of romanticism a lotta times. You ve either thought about it or haven't but felt it in some way.
So you re left with two options.option a) accept reality for what it is and hope for glimpses of romanticism in between.This is like acceptin lifelessness like fate man. You think thats it.Sit hopelessly by the window at someone's mercy man.
option b)Keep dreamin.Generate romanticism out of anything.For example ,you see a man (better if it's a woman(best if it is julie delpy ;))) drawing cash from an ATM. Now, given the worst possible scenario: A total dickhead drawin cash and you want some romantcism in life. You know.Somethin that ll take your mind off somethin that s eatin your head.A moment of peace.
And you see this dickhead drawing cash. What d'ya do? you also see a jammed signal near by and people are gettin restless by the second seein the red light.Now what you do is create life.cos thats where romanticism lies.
So you can see the ATM machine eatin your card and pukin cash.eww!!thats disgustin! No its not.It is cash man.You can buy stuff from it.If you want to be more refined (whatever the fuck it means) see it like this. The ATM machine-dickhead relationship is a give and take one. He gives her his card and she promptly gives cash and they live happily ever after.No! Not so easy bud!! even in an ATM-dickhead relationship there can be trouble.This guy feeds his card and she says 'Invalid Transaction.Please collect your card' This means the dickhead has missed her birthday (oh Yeah! ATM Machines have birthdays too!! Everythin is born someday man! the cake makers would go out of business otherwise).
Ya! So you ve missed her birthday and she is sayin 'piss off dickhead! you are a dickhead anyway! what was i thinkin when you stepped in?!!'And then the dickhead stamps his foot on the ground! Damn!! I m late to work today he s thinkin and no cash!! Shit!
But you can't hear all this. So you can actually see this in whatever way you want.He sees 'Invalid transaction' You see 'you ve just missed your girlfriend’s birthday'.And you can relate to the situation man!! that s the best part!!
I mean See! I missed my Mom's birthday only 2 days back and felt like shit man!!It's the same expression on the dickhead's face now. So I see this and smile to myself and increase the romanticism quotient (call it RQ from now on) ya! so increase the RQ by addin thoughts like 'This is life man!!Shit happens to everyone around you! And you think why me?! Why did I miss my Mom's birthday?! I am a good son.I eat good day choco nut! (Now where did that come from?!)
But maybe these things happen cos there s somethin that someone wants to teach you.Like in my case I wouldn't have thought of how my mom would ve felt when I din t wish her on time.I now value it.I appreciate what it means to wish somebody. If I'd wished her on time and all that , I wouldn't have bothered thinkin bout the value of wishin as much as I do now. So there's the lesson. Chapter 1: What birthday wishes mean.
Now what you ve done is turned a reality that is sad (in my case) or that is totally lifeless(in the ATM-dickhead case) into somethin more alive.You ve transformed negative emotion into a constructive positive emotion.
Listen man!!I m NOT tellin that you miss your mom's birthday so you can appreciate the value of wishing her.Thats bullshit man!Wishin anyone on time is the best thing!You know that and so do I!
What I am tellin you is always be a spectator.Be the audience. Don't be mired in your own shit man!!look outside for inspiration!See People!See ATM Machines!! See anything man! Don't sit sadly in the corner of your room crouchin and all that and listen to some really depressin music like Smog's 'Rock bottom riser' or somethin.
Life puts you through situations and you learn from them cos thats what she wants you to do. ya! actually you can do nothin about it like not be bothered bout it at all and be happy all the time. I ve tried that man! But this is better because you can atleast make yourself believe you ve learnt somethin!
Doin nothin about it means no progress. And bosses hate no progress you know!But I kind of appreciate people who do nothing with conviction.It makes me think that they must have a really strong reason to do nothing man!! It requires quite some stength to do nothing!!You have to deal with this masochistic feedback from your head that you are doin nothin! Why do we think doin nothin is bad! Beats me man!
Ya! so comin back to the point of choosin the path of generatin romanticism and learnin from it. It's way better than feelin like shit all day listenin to some depressin music man!!You know that! You might have thought you r all alone in this shit and need some help. No man! you r not!!
I almost forgot option c man.ya! option c) is being this guy who listens to smog all day in the corner of his room! Listen man!!I ve nothin against Smog! I think he is a master of minimalist instrumentation,a truly great Lo-fi artist and the guru of Emiliana Torrini (ha! she s another person I d like to see in the ATM. It makes romanticism so much easier man!!You don’t even need to imagine stuff).
What I am sayin is don't let the mood of the situation affect the way you look at it.If you are down and listen to sad music you ll either hit the bottom or try to garner some sympathy from whatever source you can.Like thinkin .Ha! some shit might ve happened to Smog and he s sayin 'Been there done that'.
So be the audience!! That s what I try to be in all of my stories. I don't think of em as MY stories cos it's a little unfair. I m borrowin partly from real life and whatever remains from adventures of this Random-Romanticism-Generator that is there inside anyone.You,me, anyone!Just hafto dig it out.
So it's anyone's story. I' m just tellin you that 'it's runnin in PVR and DON'T MISS THE SHOW!'.Now have you bought your ticket yet?(politely smirkin))
(PVR s costly man!!)
(Whatta fuckin waste of time!)
(Relax man! I m lookin for an ATM now!!)
(Now give the kai!!See even i get pissed.I am like you man or anyone else. It's just that it's not the end of it.You might have missed a chapter by just gettin pissed!
See I bought you a smile. It feels good man! buyin smiles for people.The hard part is convincing people that it don't cost a thing man! Smiles are as cheap as you want 'em to be. What an irony!! Buyin smiles!Good day man!You ve been a good listener.Some stupid assholes just don't see the point.haf some story writin to do.See you man!)
(ya!thanks for the smile man!But tell me this…Why are we talking in brackets.Is it some secret stuff? Are you real?Shit! are you a ghost?)
(Relax man! The brackets are because our talk is disturbin my story.You know I started writin one and you objected to my RRG Radio(A real smirk now))
(oh ya! Thanks again man!)
(no probs man…good day (choco nut))!
And so the story begins...(and you thought it was over!!)
"eh! pass the cards yar!will try some patience"
"arre yar!akele kyun khelte ho! Lets play some thing na?three of us are there"
"hmm...we can play bridge"
"arre! ditch cards man! lets play somethin unusual for a change"
"like what?"
"here's the game.We sing a rhyme a line a piece.Like if we choose twinkle twinkle rhyme, I sing 'Twinkle twinkle little star' and you sing 'How i wonder what you are' and it continues till the end of the rhyme"
"what da peep! anyway it's better than patience. I'm in. Wake this lazy ass man. He s still sleepin"
"ok. we ll wake him up when his turn comes.We ll start.'Ba Ba Black sheep have you any wool?'.Now wake him up i'll sing again"
"Ba Ba Black sheep have you any wool?"
"what the fuck! It's 2:30 and i got up now? shit!"
"Wrong answer!you r out"
"Out of what?"
"You ll know soon man"
"Yes Sir Yes Sir 3 bags full"
"Shit! I don't remember how it goes now man! Google!!!!"
"One for the master,one for the dame"
"One for the little boy who lives down the lane"
"hey! unfair man!he din't know the third line and he's still in and you wake me up without tellin me anythin and the first thing I'm out!"
"True!!Life's a bitch man!Go brush your teeth first and catch some lunch.Or sleep for some more time and you ll be in time for dinner"
"Fuck you!"
"Sorry yar! Took my anger out on you"
"Oh yeah! what r you angry about?that you ve nothin to do on a lazy sunday afternoon and you are jealous of somebody sleepin peacefully?"
"No man. I am angry cos I won't be quite as jobless as now, the same time tomorrow.Kal monday hai na? office jana padega!"
"Give the kai man!!Now you go brush teeth!"
Time is on my side, yes, it is.
'Cause I got the real love, the kind that you need.
You'll come runnin' back,
you'll come runnin' back,
you'll come runnin' back to me.
(Yeah! Even if it's an hour since i started writin, the radio s still playin stones!!)
Quote from Before Sunrise:
And Here's what Jesse said:
"Why is it, that a dog,y'know,sleepin in the sun,is so beautiful ,it is,its beautiful,y'know,but a guy standing at a bank machine,tryin to take some money out,looks like a complete moron"
Here's what celine thought but din't say:
"Oh yeah!!Haven't you heard of Random-Romanticism generator?!"
Saturday, February 10, 2007
Children Of Heaven
Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red
Cryin's not for me
'Cause i'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red
Cryin's not for me
'Cause i'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'
-"Raindrops Keep fallin' On My Head" by B.J Thomas
I spent some time to look for a theme track for this Iranian movie I saw called "Children of Heaven" (Translated English title) and decided on the oldie quoted above. This post is like a game, a test of your imagination and all that. Try it. What follows is a list of descriptions of scenes from the movie with the appropriate background essential to get a feel of it. The game is this: Choose a song you think is apt for the scene described.
Scene 1: Cobbler mending old kid's shoes. A boy in ragged clothes and sneakers collects it...Buys bread...At the vegetable shop...Leaves the mended shoes outside carried in a plastic cover and goes in to buy potatoes
"Hey! Pick those inside the cart not those!"
Trash Collector pushing his cart looking for junk to be collected...At the veg shop while the boy is choosing potatoes from the cart...Sees plastic bags around...Puts inside cart...A small black cover is also put
"That will be 65 tomas"
"Mother asks you to credit it to her account"
"You're already in debt!! Ask her to clear a part of it atleast"
Boy with the potatoes...Picks up the bread wrapped in paper...Looking for the shoes in the black cover...Moves the vegetable cartons around lookin for it...Carton of tomatoes falls bringing tomatoes to the ground
"Hey You! What do you have in your head!!"
Boy trying to make amends for his accidental mistake...picking tomatoes from the ground
"Beat it boy!!" (Aiming a tomato at him)
Boy runs for a distance...Scared look on his face...Comes back stealthily...frantically looking for the black cover...Oops! Spotted by the grocer
"Stubborn boy!! Beat it"
Boy runs back home with a scared look.
End of Scene 1. Now sit back. Close your eyes and visualise the scene happening. Then think of a song that can be played while the scene is being shot.
Scene 1: Cobbler mending old kid's shoes. A boy in ragged clothes and sneakers collects it...Buys bread...At the vegetable shop...Leaves the mended shoes outside carried in a plastic cover and goes in to buy potatoes
"Hey! Pick those inside the cart not those!"
Trash Collector pushing his cart looking for junk to be collected...At the veg shop while the boy is choosing potatoes from the cart...Sees plastic bags around...Puts inside cart...A small black cover is also put
"That will be 65 tomas"
"Mother asks you to credit it to her account"
"You're already in debt!! Ask her to clear a part of it atleast"
Boy with the potatoes...Picks up the bread wrapped in paper...Looking for the shoes in the black cover...Moves the vegetable cartons around lookin for it...Carton of tomatoes falls bringing tomatoes to the ground
"Hey You! What do you have in your head!!"
Boy trying to make amends for his accidental mistake...picking tomatoes from the ground
"Beat it boy!!" (Aiming a tomato at him)
Boy runs for a distance...Scared look on his face...Comes back stealthily...frantically looking for the black cover...Oops! Spotted by the grocer
"Stubborn boy!! Beat it"
Boy runs back home with a scared look.
End of Scene 1. Now sit back. Close your eyes and visualise the scene happening. Then think of a song that can be played while the scene is being shot.
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Short stories/films
Two sides of a road:
Me: I think i ve been doing nothing for days! it's a morbid feeling.
Jhini: How can you be doing nothing when that choco nut pack got over in 3 minutes flat!
Me(opening another choco nut pack): I feel so good now!
The Discovery:
A pissed motorist rips to catch the green light just in time only to see the red light. The timer counts 180 seconds.
Damn!
(Looks around; Sees a middle-aged man on a cycle) On a cycle!! He is dressed well.
A Baking school!! In this cacophony! Dirt! It's so small! it's a house!
(Removes the helmet and feels his hair breathe fresh air.He is smiling but unaware of it) Ha! It's feels so fresh.Like my hair is having a shower!
(Honk!Honk!Honk! It's green light and people are ripping except those behind him!)
(Looks at the signal,smiles and starts his moped)
Ersatz minus Inferior aka The Discovery-II :
(At a rehab)
You know, you can kill your urge by choosing a harmless substitute! Click for example-low on tobacco.
(The patient blowing air through his dry lips...Jaws drop(of the doc of course!))
Is that a tooth pick between your fingers?!
(The patient smiles,looks up at the ceiling and blows air through his dry lips!)
Chiaroscuro:
(At the lounge where job seekers are seated,a guy comes out of the interview room with a sullen face)
Background music: 'Why does it always rain on me?' by Travis
Damn! Damn! Damn! It's my third and no luck!!!
10 minutes later...
(A guy comes out whistling)
Background music: 'Beautiful world' by Colin Hay
Hey! One guy in the panel wore a T!
What happened man?!
No hopes man but that guy was wearing a T!
After 300 tick-tock s...
(This guy punching his fist in the air...)
Background music: 'My girl' by The Temptations
Yes!Gottit!I think life's my girl!!
(The camera skips to zoom in on an artist's hands painting a figure in shades of grey...from white to black)
Me: I think i ve been doing nothing for days! it's a morbid feeling.
Jhini: How can you be doing nothing when that choco nut pack got over in 3 minutes flat!
Me(opening another choco nut pack): I feel so good now!
The Discovery:
A pissed motorist rips to catch the green light just in time only to see the red light. The timer counts 180 seconds.
Damn!
(Looks around; Sees a middle-aged man on a cycle) On a cycle!! He is dressed well.
A Baking school!! In this cacophony! Dirt! It's so small! it's a house!
(Removes the helmet and feels his hair breathe fresh air.He is smiling but unaware of it) Ha! It's feels so fresh.Like my hair is having a shower!
(Honk!Honk!Honk! It's green light and people are ripping except those behind him!)
(Looks at the signal,smiles and starts his moped)
Ersatz minus Inferior aka The Discovery-II :
(At a rehab)
You know, you can kill your urge by choosing a harmless substitute! Click for example-low on tobacco.
(The patient blowing air through his dry lips...Jaws drop(of the doc of course!))
Is that a tooth pick between your fingers?!
(The patient smiles,looks up at the ceiling and blows air through his dry lips!)
Chiaroscuro:
(At the lounge where job seekers are seated,a guy comes out of the interview room with a sullen face)
Background music: 'Why does it always rain on me?' by Travis
Damn! Damn! Damn! It's my third and no luck!!!
10 minutes later...
(A guy comes out whistling)
Background music: 'Beautiful world' by Colin Hay
Hey! One guy in the panel wore a T!
What happened man?!
No hopes man but that guy was wearing a T!
After 300 tick-tock s...
(This guy punching his fist in the air...)
Background music: 'My girl' by The Temptations
Yes!Gottit!I think life's my girl!!
(The camera skips to zoom in on an artist's hands painting a figure in shades of grey...from white to black)
Monday, December 11, 2006
T-shirt liners
A) Pissing off (the reader (obviously)) one liners:
1. I am who you see. Do you have to read my T for that?!
2. Back: Yes!!!
Front: Another one fell for it!
3. Tu 13 Dekh!
4. T-shirts are WORN not READ!
5. I am thinking of life in general
See you read this in particular!
Ok. I don't like the look on your face right now :() Run Lola Run!!
B) Self deprecating aka I am in deep shit! one liners:
1. I ve lost my mind and I don't want to find it!
2. I am a thinker. I think about T-shirt lines!
3. Front:Virginity is not dignity
Back: it is lack of OPPURTUNITY
4. I am jobless and it's so nice!
5. I don't have an attitude problem!
6. Hey lifesaver! I don't have a date for you!
C) Some cool fundae one-liners:
1. SHIT HAPPENS! IN CAPS!
2. Happiness is a CHOICE!
3. All bad things come to an end!
4. There is no SPOON!
1. I am who you see. Do you have to read my T for that?!
2. Back: Yes!!!
Front: Another one fell for it!
3. Tu 13 Dekh!
4. T-shirts are WORN not READ!
5. I am thinking of life in general
See you read this in particular!
Ok. I don't like the look on your face right now :() Run Lola Run!!
B) Self deprecating aka I am in deep shit! one liners:
1. I ve lost my mind and I don't want to find it!
2. I am a thinker. I think about T-shirt lines!
3. Front:Virginity is not dignity
Back: it is lack of OPPURTUNITY
4. I am jobless and it's so nice!
5. I don't have an attitude problem!
6. Hey lifesaver! I don't have a date for you!
C) Some cool fundae one-liners:
1. SHIT HAPPENS! IN CAPS!
2. Happiness is a CHOICE!
3. All bad things come to an end!
4. There is no SPOON!
Sunday, December 10, 2006
Go insane
Background music: 'Go insane' by "The doors"Bad Boy (BB) : Here goes another banana peel down the drain!
Good Boy (GB) :eh! that's your 5 th banana man! Don't eat so much, it's not chocolate or something
BB: ssshhh! we are having a banana eating competition!
GB: And the guys walkin around here are having slipping on banana peel competition!
BB: Why are you complainin? You are seeing us stuffing ourselves without any reason and people fallin!Isn't it double fun?
GB: What a sadist you are! How can you laugh at people who unknowingly slip on banana peels? O god!it is funny!that guy fell on his back
BB:See, now you are also having fun.Bad boy!
Good Boy Turns Bad(GBTB):Thanks! Now what's the score?
BB: It's six all!
GBTB:How can you eat six bananas man?
BB: I just finished the seventh!Yipee! I am in the lead!
GBTB: Where did the other guy go?
BB: He suddenly had an urge to eat apples so he went to apple eating competition
Laugh of the week:
'I've got an identity crisis', announced the 8 year old, coming home after school.
'What do you mean?', said his mum. 'You re only bloody eight'
'Yeah mum.But you know the problem. Dad's jewish and you are aboriginal'
'So what?',asked the mum
'I'm confronted by an ethical dilema',said the kid.'There s this terrific bike at school that a kid wants to sell me for $20 and I don't know if I pinch it or offer him $10!'
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Arbit musings 2112
I was totally into torrent sitting today. every now and then checked on the download speeds. made sure all the torrents are healthy.gee, torrent sitting is a lot of responsibility. feel sad for the orphans out there.it's a bad bad world.No seeders only leeches...to suck em dry.have started biting nails of late. stupid habit. You know, this journalist came up to me today evenin while I was takin jhini for a walk and said 'Hello!we are doing a census of singapore immigrants in bangalore aka bengalooru who walk their labbies between 4 and 5 pm' I said 'ol to u!you see a chinki there walkin his labbie.Why me?' and he said 'only fawn-colored labbies are counted!'.I said 'ol to u again!'
And then I went to this tea/lunch shack near my house to see whats cookin. I told the guy 'namaskara! one regular' and then sat on the wooden plank mounted on a couple of stones. the guy next to me was readin the paper.'udayavani' i think. I said somethin which translates to 'Politics and cricket are goin to the dogs as usual' thinkin he would be interested in atleast one of them. he said 'This food is also goin to the dogs'and abruptly ended his meal gesturing to the stray dogs near by. They came,smelt and went to sleep.I dint wait for my meal after that.
To be continued...
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Another Level
Background music:Long Gone Day by Mad Season OR Kiss Me by SPNtR
Mood: High but grounded
Had a candid conversation with a girl I barely knew in school and found a good friend in her.Pinched myself every now and then to make sure that it was real. Man!The mood of the conversation matched listening to Mad Season which I have been deifying of late.
The chat was damn casual and without pretensions.Candid.It was dreamy,nostalgic and all that for the sheer time that had gone by between our meetings.We seemed to agree overtly with each other on most things. I was too eager to agree sometimes...hehe.
I appreciated (to myself(how selfish!(hey!this bracket inside bracket thing is funny!))oops!forgot to close the last bracket) her enquiries bout the subtlest of things like my best friend in school,my interests back then etc. I did'nt think she would remember that much in view of how little I knew bout her. I knew very little bout her as a person. kicked myself for that. This substituted pinching sometimes.
This was our second or third chat online and I found myself havin a buddy level converstaion with her. Amazing! She was kind of more candid...initiating conversation on questions I would almost never ask on a third meet! Appreciated! hehe...the content is secret. Miss,I should've discovered you a long time ago!
You know there are a few things that get me high (not in any particular order):
Air guitaring to an awesome song
Sit pensive by the window and appreciate life around me or Zach Braff in Scrubs
Discovering a true friend
I m on another level
Now I just think it's mine!
-Another level by Level 9
And now, a year later...
20th November,2007
Background music:Still Kiss Me by SPNtR
Mood: High but grounded (yeah rite!!!!Sweetheart, I just can't be!!!)
It's been a larger than life journey with this angel ;) I barely knew in school!!! And I mean every bit of it!!!!
Thank you so much for everything sweetheart!!!!
Yours truly,
Bagsy
Mood: High but grounded
Had a candid conversation with a girl I barely knew in school and found a good friend in her.Pinched myself every now and then to make sure that it was real. Man!The mood of the conversation matched listening to Mad Season which I have been deifying of late.
The chat was damn casual and without pretensions.Candid.It was dreamy,nostalgic and all that for the sheer time that had gone by between our meetings.We seemed to agree overtly with each other on most things. I was too eager to agree sometimes...hehe.
I appreciated (to myself(how selfish!(hey!this bracket inside bracket thing is funny!))oops!forgot to close the last bracket) her enquiries bout the subtlest of things like my best friend in school,my interests back then etc. I did'nt think she would remember that much in view of how little I knew bout her. I knew very little bout her as a person. kicked myself for that. This substituted pinching sometimes.
This was our second or third chat online and I found myself havin a buddy level converstaion with her. Amazing! She was kind of more candid...initiating conversation on questions I would almost never ask on a third meet! Appreciated! hehe...the content is secret. Miss,I should've discovered you a long time ago!
You know there are a few things that get me high (not in any particular order):
Air guitaring to an awesome song
Sit pensive by the window and appreciate life around me or Zach Braff in Scrubs
Discovering a true friend
I m on another level
Now I just think it's mine!
-Another level by Level 9
And now, a year later...
20th November,2007
Background music:Still Kiss Me by SPNtR
Mood: High but grounded (yeah rite!!!!Sweetheart, I just can't be!!!)
It's been a larger than life journey with this angel ;) I barely knew in school!!! And I mean every bit of it!!!!
Thank you so much for everything sweetheart!!!!
Yours truly,
Bagsy
Monday, November 27, 2006
Mad Season
My pain is self-chosen
At least so the prophet says
I could either burn
Or cut off my pride and buy some time
A head full of lies is the weight
Tied to my waist
The river of deceit pulls down
The only direction we flow is down
Down, oh down
-"River of Deceit" by Mad Season
Good things come about in serendipitous ways. I wouldn't have perceived the idea of being high on some divine melancholic melodic grunge on a tuesday afternoon. It was the beginning of Mad season!
Mad Season, it seems,is an english term for the time of the year when psilocybin mushrooms aka shrooms are in full bloom. And man! listening to Mad season is as close you ll get to being super high on shrooms in full bloom.
The formation of the band left me wondering how different influences within a group make music so much different. AiC and MS(forget apping for a while),though has come out with only one album have made top class music, but they are ever so different in spite of Layne staley being the common factor. It's not difficult for an AiC stalwart to recognise this difference;even for a lay ear maybe. You can play these games where one makes a band of one's own from certain favourites and wonder how their music would be. Let's say I tag Jerry Cantrell with Chris Cornell and Tom Morello of Audioslave. Hard to imagine.
For a really absorbing blend of music listen to "Long Gone Days" from their only album "Above". Some magical Saxophone pieces by Skerik, a seattle based artist and refreshing percussion in place of drums.
I don't need to convince people to listen to MS. That would be the most redundant thing ever!! Kickin myself for discovering MS so late.
Mad Season is:
Layne Staley (AiC) - Vocals (R.I.P)
Mike McCready (Pearl Jam) - Guitar
Barrett Martin (Screming Trees and Skin Yard) - Drums
John Saunders - Drums (R.I.P)
Guest apps:
Mark Lanegan (Screaming trees) - Vocals
Skerik - Saxophone and percussion
At least so the prophet says
I could either burn
Or cut off my pride and buy some time
A head full of lies is the weight
Tied to my waist
The river of deceit pulls down
The only direction we flow is down
Down, oh down
-"River of Deceit" by Mad Season
Good things come about in serendipitous ways. I wouldn't have perceived the idea of being high on some divine melancholic melodic grunge on a tuesday afternoon. It was the beginning of Mad season!
Mad Season, it seems,is an english term for the time of the year when psilocybin mushrooms aka shrooms are in full bloom. And man! listening to Mad season is as close you ll get to being super high on shrooms in full bloom.
The formation of the band left me wondering how different influences within a group make music so much different. AiC and MS(forget apping for a while),though has come out with only one album have made top class music, but they are ever so different in spite of Layne staley being the common factor. It's not difficult for an AiC stalwart to recognise this difference;even for a lay ear maybe. You can play these games where one makes a band of one's own from certain favourites and wonder how their music would be. Let's say I tag Jerry Cantrell with Chris Cornell and Tom Morello of Audioslave. Hard to imagine.
For a really absorbing blend of music listen to "Long Gone Days" from their only album "Above". Some magical Saxophone pieces by Skerik, a seattle based artist and refreshing percussion in place of drums.
I don't need to convince people to listen to MS. That would be the most redundant thing ever!! Kickin myself for discovering MS so late.
Mad Season is:
Layne Staley (AiC) - Vocals (R.I.P)
Mike McCready (Pearl Jam) - Guitar
Barrett Martin (Screming Trees and Skin Yard) - Drums
John Saunders - Drums (R.I.P)
Guest apps:
Mark Lanegan (Screaming trees) - Vocals
Skerik - Saxophone and percussion
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Song compilation
I am piqued by vicariously taking the position of a music critic asked to compile some good songs under sellable titles. Here's an amateur attempt:
CD title: Songs for a Sunday morning
Artist: Various
CD1:
1. Fragments of freedom- Morcheeba
2. Free falling- Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers
3. It's all been done- Barenaked Ladies
4. If you steal my sunshine-Len
5. Sinner man- Nina Simone
6. Take it easy- Eagles
7. Your body is a wonderland- John Mayer
8. Alaap jam-Morning Raaga OST
9. I'm feeling you- Michelle Branch feat Santana
10. Komm zu mir-Run Lola Run OST
11. Big empty-Stone Temple Pilots
12. The moth-Aimee Mann
Try it out and please post comments.
CD title: Songs for a Sunday morning
Artist: Various
CD1:
1. Fragments of freedom- Morcheeba
2. Free falling- Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers
3. It's all been done- Barenaked Ladies
4. If you steal my sunshine-Len
5. Sinner man- Nina Simone
6. Take it easy- Eagles
7. Your body is a wonderland- John Mayer
8. Alaap jam-Morning Raaga OST
9. I'm feeling you- Michelle Branch feat Santana
10. Komm zu mir-Run Lola Run OST
11. Big empty-Stone Temple Pilots
12. The moth-Aimee Mann
Try it out and please post comments.
Monday, October 23, 2006
goobe tana
Background music:Intro Guitar piece of Big empty by Stone temple pilots
Totally pissed with myself for not keepin in touch with pu friends!
I sometimes can't comprehend the depth of my goobeness.
Made a good beginning man.so all's well.And a lesson during the journey.
I feel so much better now.
-The exorcism of Goobe (btw there's a movie called The exorcism of Emily Rose ?#$%^Twiltmax stuff i think)
Totally pissed with myself for not keepin in touch with pu friends!
I sometimes can't comprehend the depth of my goobeness.
Made a good beginning man.so all's well.And a lesson during the journey.
I feel so much better now.
-The exorcism of Goobe (btw there's a movie called The exorcism of Emily Rose ?#$%^Twiltmax stuff i think)
Saturday, October 21, 2006
arbit musings
Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly.
They go to a lake of fire and fry
Won't see 'em again till the fourth of july!
-Lake of fire,"The meat puppets"
Had to get it out of my mind.This song was repeating in my mind like a screwed up answering machine.Love the satire in the song though.
Well that apart, I have gone through an emotional catharsis.I guess emotional is kindof redundant.It started with some project work and went on to things like not having done enough apping research.I felt kind of relieved when a 1000 wala was flarin up.don't know why.
I think tough situations bring the best out of me.sometimes i just forget about what the problem is so it doesn't seem like a problem anymore.
Then I go back to square one and walk 'One mile at a time'.This is damn helpful. One needs to take the the problem out of it's surrounding and deal with it.So u r face to face.
I also have lost a feeling of fear and helplessness that used to accompany the bouts of catharsis mainly due to telling myself 'You r not goin to die because of this'.There is life at the end of the tunnel.Light even!So guy 1 balks on reachin a tunnel but guy 2 goes right through;maybe this guy has built the tunnel(?!)(<-so he knows dumb bracket with two arbit punctuations),but still there is lesson to be learnt.
It's like a guy ritchie movie sometimes. The feeling of watching somethin happen from the terrace;the feeling of seeing the bigger picture;like knowing what would happen next-the interplay of life.The guy below is just a meat puppet.(holy shit!that's why the song was stuck.salvation time for the song!)
Sometimes I wonder,how I fit in this bigger picture. I don't know.It's a nice thought. You can see yourself as part of a larger than life movie.Only you don't know who you are playin. And someone is sittin with a bowl of pop-corn and whisking his blues away!
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly.
They go to a lake of fire and fry
Won't see 'em again till the fourth of july!
-Lake of fire,"The meat puppets"
Had to get it out of my mind.This song was repeating in my mind like a screwed up answering machine.Love the satire in the song though.
Well that apart, I have gone through an emotional catharsis.I guess emotional is kindof redundant.It started with some project work and went on to things like not having done enough apping research.I felt kind of relieved when a 1000 wala was flarin up.don't know why.
I think tough situations bring the best out of me.sometimes i just forget about what the problem is so it doesn't seem like a problem anymore.
Then I go back to square one and walk 'One mile at a time'.This is damn helpful. One needs to take the the problem out of it's surrounding and deal with it.So u r face to face.
I also have lost a feeling of fear and helplessness that used to accompany the bouts of catharsis mainly due to telling myself 'You r not goin to die because of this'.There is life at the end of the tunnel.Light even!So guy 1 balks on reachin a tunnel but guy 2 goes right through;maybe this guy has built the tunnel(?!)(<-so he knows dumb bracket with two arbit punctuations),but still there is lesson to be learnt.
It's like a guy ritchie movie sometimes. The feeling of watching somethin happen from the terrace;the feeling of seeing the bigger picture;like knowing what would happen next-the interplay of life.The guy below is just a meat puppet.(holy shit!that's why the song was stuck.salvation time for the song!)
Sometimes I wonder,how I fit in this bigger picture. I don't know.It's a nice thought. You can see yourself as part of a larger than life movie.Only you don't know who you are playin. And someone is sittin with a bowl of pop-corn and whisking his blues away!
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