Thursday, November 19, 2009

Ohkay!



So Shiva realised that people are quitting the faith and hence decided to Answer. Therefore, the light at the end of the bloody tunnel that was switched off in the wake of the recent economic meltdow, has been repaired. It's now blinding.

Either ways, I fail to see the fucking road :(

But yes, UPBEAT with the turn of events :D


Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Argh.

Pissed.

Not well.

Hate my job.

Hate co-workers more.

Single.

Indecisive.

Pending domain certifications.

Bad day.

Sulky. Grouchy. Cranky.

Might have to relocate..to Bangalore of all the places! Hate it hate it hate it.

Love Chennai way too much.

Need a time machine. Or antimatter.

Shiva and Co. are vacationing. Heard that the Jesus guy listens. AND answers. I'm converting.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Experiencing Ethereal-ness :)


I write this as the world around me sleeps and their rhythmic breathing is echoed into  the darkness of the night, as a lazy dog roams to find his dinner, as the rain outside tenderly kisses the Earth and as my typing gently teases the silence that rests at this time of the day. I write this as I try to find myself amid dreariness that has come to become synonymous with a life that’s getting no where. I write this as a pair of eyes look beyond the nimbus to find the dear old moon and as my mind wanders to attain the unattainable. I write this as I realise (on children's day), that the child within me has not died. I write this because I feel nice. It’s the feeling you get when you take the wrapper off the candy. It’s the feeling you get when you smell fresh coffee. It’s the feeling you get when you realize, in a moment, that life is simple. And beautiful. It’s like a dollop of butter melting on your warm toast. Definite and free flowing. From definite to free..towards liberation. Life is past and present. Life is present and future. Life is a play. And a song.


Mokshamu galadaa bhuvilo jeevan..





Muktulu gaani vaaralaku


Life is a Confluence. Of God and you. Of your soul being closely intertwined with those two lines of that divine Carnatic song that soothes you utterly discomposed psyche. Thank you Bombay Jayashri for bestowing the world with 'Confluence of Elements'. An album so aptly named. Confluence of elements. So abstract..so true..about the graceful dance that life is. Waltzing away into the inner core of your being. In perfect harmony with everything around you. A voice so soulful that it breathes meaning and leaves you feeling slightly less solid..tranquil and peaceful..like she just drove you through a maze..to the pot of gold..leaving you covered in this invisible, intangible blanket of happiness..like you lost all your woes..and in the very next fleeting moment found them..so much so that it made you cry..


'irakkam varamal ponadenna karanam en svami'


To Jayashri Ramanathan..for being sanity...for being the ultimate glowing ethereal-ness...for being the realm of almost-reachable liberation...for Moksha

'
does not music
light a spark
fan a flame,
set a soul on fire'


'the fragrance of the flower
the song of the bird
the rising of the waves
the flaming of the fire
the swaying of the leaves
does the wind ever wonder 
why it blows?'


'and the raindrop flows into the river
and the word into the note
and the river into the sea
and the note into the raga
and the sea into the ocean
and the music into the soul
can the raindrop remember
where it lost itself
and where it found itself?'




PS: Pardon my audacity, but Jayashri scores where Subbulakshmi fails. It's daftness on my part that I fail to appreciate the beauty that is M.S.
PPS: Yes dear friends, the Axl-Gilmour-Waters-Cobain-Sinatra-Bono-Norah slave has surrendered to Indian Classical :)


Saturday, November 14, 2009

Drink, swear and smile



'sometimes the plan works out itself, just keep your mind open..'



Open to what love..more shit?


'100% of all I have,100% of me and I bloody don't care what the future has in store for me, anymore.'


Reality check baby, God's on a vacation and is watching Sachin play so you can go be a bitch and be all selfish. Fuck the goody-two-shoes jazz, 'cuz seriously, it doesn't matter.


'P.S. I have work to do, so might not be able to come online. But will call you for sure around 11.30. So don't bloat your face and curse me :-) '


That's the sweetest thing you wrote to me in a long long time. It was the time when you were my favourite dress. I wore you every time. Everywhere. What's the point? The crystal slipper is lost. The tale is over. The audience has departed. 


The dearest, almost perfect friend is gone. For good. Time for some swearing. Time for rum and coke on the roof somewhere. Finding Neverland??


Thursday, November 12, 2009

The Legend and The Truth

Awe-friggin-some song by Dezperadoz/Desperados, a German melodic Metal band. One of the best I've heard. ENTIRE credit goes to V for introducing them to me :)

Why's the music killer?

1. It transports to you to another era. Rmember the outlaws and the trains and the horses and the robberies. Yeah, that is EXACTLY where they transport you.

2. Makes me wanna do a steamy Salsa with Guy Fawkes. Wild eh?



PS: Your playlist is incomplete without 'Dead Man Walkin'-a soulful slow song meant for the wise. Infact, the album is essential. Period.

Pps: Not meant for Britney inspired, J.Lo. booty gaping and BSB crooning pricks, 'cuz this just might give you a taste of REAL music. What? You're taking offence? awww..go watch Oprah and you'll be fine again.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Droooooool



Well, show me the way
To the next whiskey bar
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why

I.N.T.O.X.I.C.A.T.E.D. Falling in love with Morrison all over again. Kilmer drives me nuts for the 953rd time. The movie is genius!

Love ME two times baby...

PS: Doesn't chocolaty Jim look absolutely gorgeous? On a different note--YUM-MY!

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Johnnie and Mustaine

'Time has its way of taking time'

Johnnie quotes Mustaine and proves yet again that he's the BEST guy friend a girl can have and He is the high priest (if not God!). The brown bastard is in UK pursuing white chicks, Catholicism and Aerospace Vehicle Design amongst other things. Come back to India you fuckhead, 'cuz I miss you like shit and need to hug you. Why? Why do people who matter always move away? :(