Peace - Undistorted, vehement, gripping, sullen and uplifting, sudden and paralyzing...developing an inner void of all the mundane thoughts and useless resolutions....engulfing you in a random fit of questions.....The "whys", the "whos" and the "hows"...
Clarity - Undiluted, honest,apparent, absorbing and daunting, unattached and alluring...leading you to the eventual assimilation of incoherent thoughts...attaching reasons to the initial hypothesis and assumptive answers....
Ecstacy - Consequential, potent, aggressive, appeasing and illusory, levelling and far reaching....Concluding the crest of the abrupt peace and the gradual clarity...reaching the peak in a smooth and uninterrupted pattern....
Are all drunken experiences so elevating? Or is it the...healing color of sound?
Monday, January 17, 2005
Sunday, January 16, 2005
The Healing Colors of Sound - Part I
If I close my eyes..
And fell asleep in this layby
Would it all subside...
The fever pushing the day by
The amber ends glow...Brighter than usual against the gloomy backdrop of the darkened room...The sporadic sounds of the glass meeting the cold marble...Breaking the insipid monotony of reverbaration in your ears because of the incessant and unanimated whirring of the ceiling fan...
Steven has a quite a lot to say apparently...His coherent mutterings are almost a distant echo...My attention is undivided, although my senses are clogged..He seems to get a brooding reaction to anything that he utters...Not that he would mind,though...He knows what to expect...from me and the rest....This is not the first time...definitely not...He always starts off narrating about his road trip east of Baldock and Ashford... That's because I want him to... Sometimes,I want to listen to his telltale of the summers slipping by first..Today it's about the heartattack in the layby..That's how we started, as you can see... I know what is going to follow...He's gonna strip the soul and fill the hole...He says that's because he has a fire to feed....
Steven, you always attach a bleak picture to the otherwise irrelevant things....I refuse to get buried in this forlorn mood...Now,you don't really need to expect us to assume the overwhelming sense of foreboding that you pervade, do you? Actually I know you don't expect us to do that..It need not necessarily be contagious...I guess I realize that and you already know that....And Steven, I'll continue to listen to you...You know I will....Have a couple of batteries to spare even if this set runs out...So you can keep it going...
NP : Gravity Eyelids
Written and Composed by - Steven Wilson
Performed by - Porcupine Tree (Richard Barbieri,Colin Edwin, Gavin Harrison
and Steven Wilson)
And fell asleep in this layby
Would it all subside...
The fever pushing the day by
The amber ends glow...Brighter than usual against the gloomy backdrop of the darkened room...The sporadic sounds of the glass meeting the cold marble...Breaking the insipid monotony of reverbaration in your ears because of the incessant and unanimated whirring of the ceiling fan...
Steven has a quite a lot to say apparently...His coherent mutterings are almost a distant echo...My attention is undivided, although my senses are clogged..He seems to get a brooding reaction to anything that he utters...Not that he would mind,though...He knows what to expect...from me and the rest....This is not the first time...definitely not...He always starts off narrating about his road trip east of Baldock and Ashford... That's because I want him to... Sometimes,I want to listen to his telltale of the summers slipping by first..Today it's about the heartattack in the layby..That's how we started, as you can see... I know what is going to follow...He's gonna strip the soul and fill the hole...He says that's because he has a fire to feed....
Steven, you always attach a bleak picture to the otherwise irrelevant things....I refuse to get buried in this forlorn mood...Now,you don't really need to expect us to assume the overwhelming sense of foreboding that you pervade, do you? Actually I know you don't expect us to do that..It need not necessarily be contagious...I guess I realize that and you already know that....And Steven, I'll continue to listen to you...You know I will....Have a couple of batteries to spare even if this set runs out...So you can keep it going...
NP : Gravity Eyelids
Written and Composed by - Steven Wilson
Performed by - Porcupine Tree (Richard Barbieri,Colin Edwin, Gavin Harrison
and Steven Wilson)
Sunday, January 09, 2005
Murphy's Law...
If anything has to go wrong, it will...
My own interpretation of this axiom reads - If there's anything that you don't want to happen, it will
My tryst with the Dune series began a couple of weeks back (Now this has taken a long time in coming...I realize!!) ...But once I embarked on my journey to dwelve deeper into Frank Herbert's world of Bene Gesserit witches and Harkonnens, there were no pitstops whatsoever...Even when I had managed to chance upon THE book that I always wanted to grab hold of, since the time I actually could spell the word "book" ( Wild exaggeration..yes! But you get the message!!) . This coveted book is "The Electric Kool Aid Acid Test" by Tom Wolfe (For the uninitiated, this is the most definitive book on the hippie movement and on Ken Kesey and the Merry Pranksters)....So what's the interlink between Murphy's law and me being the proud possessor of two masterpieces ?! Well...that's where my sob story starts...
I was careless enough to leave the book in the office loo( No...I don't take books to keep me occupied in the loo..This was because I was just leaving work and I had to carry my stuff home!! And Yes, this ~is~ true inspite of what my Mum claims!!) ...And I actually axccentuated this sin by realizing the fact that the book's not in my hand anymore only when I boarded the train !! So after a coupla days of ransacking ALL the store cupboards in the office and not finding the book ( Throwing many cusses at the thief/altruist in the process...), I decided ro take a trip to Crossword (the big bad retail book chain..), which is an even bigger sin in itself...(Honestly, I am not a " Retail bookstores suck!! " purist...I am just in a very masochistic state of mind right now..)
Anywayz, I do not come across the book, but Satan decides ro tempt me by throwing in 85% discounts on Heretics and Children of Dune and Dune Messiah ( D-uh...those are some of the others in the series...)..But I do not cave in ( He thinks he can tempt me, Ha!).....Then I frantically scramble to Flora Fountain where I had found the book that I lost...Now these guys pack up by 8 generally...So I nearly jog down from Churchgate station to these pavement shop walahs ( Err...okay...that's not too far...so BITE ME! :p)...I offer to pay as much as a first hand version of the same book would cost (As you can clearly see...I ~was~ desparate)....Unfortunately, all I received in return was a sheepish grin from these guys that they do not have any copies left...
Then I scamper to Oxford's, asking almost every Tom,Dick and Harry on the streets for direction..I manage to find the place and hastily I asked the dude at the counter as to where's the science fiction section and that guy guides me to the bloody kids science text books rack!! Disgusted, I decided to unravel the mysteries of the arrangement of the bookstore, all by myself, when I knew the clock is ticking towards closing time...I finally manage to find that dark corner where they have stashed the "H" author books...And as a detour, Satan plants THE OTHER book that I have been after, for what feels like an eternity no - Fever Pitch by Nick Hornby...This time, I stripped my soul, handed it to Mr.Satan and get hooked onto reading a coupla pages (When I knew I was going to pick it up any which ways..)I soon come to my senses and find the row of the Dune books...Now the suspense was mounting...I had to know whether my tale has a happy ending...No,siree! Wasn't to be...What I had in store was the Heights of all Ironies, folding his arms tightly around his chests and laughing out loud at me....Beat this, All books EXCEPT the first i.e. DUNE were there!
Why, God, why?!
My own interpretation of this axiom reads - If there's anything that you don't want to happen, it will
My tryst with the Dune series began a couple of weeks back (Now this has taken a long time in coming...I realize!!) ...But once I embarked on my journey to dwelve deeper into Frank Herbert's world of Bene Gesserit witches and Harkonnens, there were no pitstops whatsoever...Even when I had managed to chance upon THE book that I always wanted to grab hold of, since the time I actually could spell the word "book" ( Wild exaggeration..yes! But you get the message!!) . This coveted book is "The Electric Kool Aid Acid Test" by Tom Wolfe (For the uninitiated, this is the most definitive book on the hippie movement and on Ken Kesey and the Merry Pranksters)....So what's the interlink between Murphy's law and me being the proud possessor of two masterpieces ?! Well...that's where my sob story starts...
I was careless enough to leave the book in the office loo( No...I don't take books to keep me occupied in the loo..This was because I was just leaving work and I had to carry my stuff home!! And Yes, this ~is~ true inspite of what my Mum claims!!) ...And I actually axccentuated this sin by realizing the fact that the book's not in my hand anymore only when I boarded the train !! So after a coupla days of ransacking ALL the store cupboards in the office and not finding the book ( Throwing many cusses at the thief/altruist in the process...), I decided ro take a trip to Crossword (the big bad retail book chain..), which is an even bigger sin in itself...(Honestly, I am not a " Retail bookstores suck!! " purist...I am just in a very masochistic state of mind right now..)
Anywayz, I do not come across the book, but Satan decides ro tempt me by throwing in 85% discounts on Heretics and Children of Dune and Dune Messiah ( D-uh...those are some of the others in the series...)..But I do not cave in ( He thinks he can tempt me, Ha!).....Then I frantically scramble to Flora Fountain where I had found the book that I lost...Now these guys pack up by 8 generally...So I nearly jog down from Churchgate station to these pavement shop walahs ( Err...okay...that's not too far...so BITE ME! :p)...I offer to pay as much as a first hand version of the same book would cost (As you can clearly see...I ~was~ desparate)....Unfortunately, all I received in return was a sheepish grin from these guys that they do not have any copies left...
Then I scamper to Oxford's, asking almost every Tom,Dick and Harry on the streets for direction..I manage to find the place and hastily I asked the dude at the counter as to where's the science fiction section and that guy guides me to the bloody kids science text books rack!! Disgusted, I decided to unravel the mysteries of the arrangement of the bookstore, all by myself, when I knew the clock is ticking towards closing time...I finally manage to find that dark corner where they have stashed the "H" author books...And as a detour, Satan plants THE OTHER book that I have been after, for what feels like an eternity no - Fever Pitch by Nick Hornby...This time, I stripped my soul, handed it to Mr.Satan and get hooked onto reading a coupla pages (When I knew I was going to pick it up any which ways..)I soon come to my senses and find the row of the Dune books...Now the suspense was mounting...I had to know whether my tale has a happy ending...No,siree! Wasn't to be...What I had in store was the Heights of all Ironies, folding his arms tightly around his chests and laughing out loud at me....Beat this, All books EXCEPT the first i.e. DUNE were there!
Why, God, why?!
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
Just one of those things that make you go "Hmm..."
It's amazing how some things that you read even in one of those very matter-of-fact moods can leave you with some food for thought....
This one's out of Dune...Yeppers, am on the sci-fi trip again and boy! does this kick ass or what! I am kicking myself for missing out on reading the series at Pilani...but hey, it's not all over until...errr...the fat boss makes my life a lot more miserable than it already is...
" Greatness is a transitory experience. It is never consistent. It depends in part on the myth-making imagination of humankind. The person who experiences greatness must have a feeling for the myth he is in. He must reflect what is projected upon him. And he must have a strong sense of the sardonic. This is what uncouples him from belief in his own pretensions. The sardonic is all that permits him to move within himself. Without this quality even occasional greatness will destroy a man. "
This one's out of Dune...Yeppers, am on the sci-fi trip again and boy! does this kick ass or what! I am kicking myself for missing out on reading the series at Pilani...but hey, it's not all over until...errr...the fat boss makes my life a lot more miserable than it already is...
" Greatness is a transitory experience. It is never consistent. It depends in part on the myth-making imagination of humankind. The person who experiences greatness must have a feeling for the myth he is in. He must reflect what is projected upon him. And he must have a strong sense of the sardonic. This is what uncouples him from belief in his own pretensions. The sardonic is all that permits him to move within himself. Without this quality even occasional greatness will destroy a man. "
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