Awrite...time for a pit-stop...Out of a breath thanks to 10 nightless days where all I remember is waking up at random airports and emptying gallons of coffee into the nicotine/blood stream...
Budweiser is getting older...The realization dawned in, while I took at what was supposed to be a "breather" at home(the original one..)...He does not enjoy prancing around to reach that distant fly on the wall anymore...He is more than content to watch the fly prancing around right before his nose..But he did yank at my jeans and almost tore it apart..Damn dog!
B & W TVs are not that too uncool...At least I wouldn't have noisy roommates arguing over which shade of pink Kareena Kapoor is wearing...So I airlifted meself one :) Okay..so ground reality...I don't have enough dough to get a new TV...I picked up the one which has been long since neglected at home....
Bangalore has the poorest of transport infrastructures...I absolutely abhor getting stuck in traffic...but even more so, in Bangalore! I quite like the Barista at that road parallel to Museum Road..the one next to Koshy's...But this is strictly for lazy Sunday mornings...
I am beginning to see mathematical models when I came across any number... I am also bargaining on arbid things...even on offers from friends (okay, it's actually singular :D) to write one of those "you are the coolest" testimonials on Orkut! I am evaluating glow signs of the ATMs and retail markets on how high/low they rank on the "Good Branding" quotient..Am also more harrowed by the fact that the calender month end is a wee bit too early this month, which means I need to push the sales forces to close out cases, add more numbers to this month's figures (Arrgh!! My evil work-obsessed other side is taking over again!!)...while actually I should be thankful about an early wallet refill....Christ, I have lost the ability to think non-manager like!
I still haven't listened to the Mercury Rave album loaned by a pal...I did spin the first Camel album that I bought (Pressure Points) a coupla times again on the deck though...
I have to move twice in the next 15 days...My new place (all to myself..Yaay!) is available only on March 15th..But the landlady has warned us to get our asses dragging out of her place by the 1st...So, am camping with the existing roomies at their new place for a while...
Of course...it's not all dismal..Far from it! MPD ( a.k.a the band I ..well..manage) are getting geared up from a resurrection again...March 13th is the D-day...Tomorrow, am scooting off to Pune...A coupla guys from MPD are doing a tribute night somewhere near J.M.Road...Have a "process orientation meeting" at the Pune office on Monday...*yawn*..
Oh hey...go to THE EIGHTIES BAR on Sunday evening for a Mark Knopfler Tribute nite...At the turntable is a pal, who knows his music and would not leave you with just a cold beer in your hand...
Time-out...the show at Regal starts in 15 minutes!
Friday, February 25, 2005
Friday, February 11, 2005
Post Lunch Slumbers and Original Soundtracks...
NP: Too Young by Phoenix from the original soundtrack of the movie "Lost in Translation"
Who would have thought that I would have fallen hook,line and sinker for a popish/get-shoes-on-and-hit-the-dance-floor kinda track by an obscure artist on a movie soundtrack, while I got new stuff from Henning Pauly, Kevin Moore and the likes...Not to mention a surprise find of a Joni Mitchell CD at Planet-M and the timely delivery of online ordered stuff....And out of the blue comes this track, which seemed almost like a bright streak of light in an otherwise dull day so much so that I have had it on repeat mode for the past half an hour and I am still not bored....Apart from the fact that it is peppy, very 80ish, glaringly simple, it has that energy and tempo to take you back to your late teenage summer years where you taste the first traces of love...True to its title, it makes you feel "too young"....
But seriously, I can't remember the last time I heard a song which had a "baby" in it...Jeez! Guess I ~am~ getting too bracketed in my music....
Baby when I saw you turning at the end of the street
I knew a time was gone and it took me like ages
Just to understand that I was afraid to be a simple guy
I tried my best to smile but deep inside my heart
I felt it was shouting like a crowd dancing
I guess I couldn't live without the things that made my life what it is
Can't you hear it calling oh yeah
Everybody's dancin' oh yeah
Tonight everything is over
I feel too young
I can't lie on my bed without thinking I was wrong
But when this feeling calls this world becomes another
Nighttime won't hold me in your arms again
I got a very good friend who says he can't believe the love I give
Is not enough to end your fears
I guess I couldn't live without the things that made my life what it is
Can't you hear it calling oh yeah
Everybody's shakin' oh yeah
Tonight everything is over
I feel too young
Oh rainfalls and hard times coming they won't leave me tonight
I wish I knew what I was doing
Just do let this spirit survive
Can't you hear me calling oh yeah
I guess I couldn't live without the things that made my life what it is
Can't you hear me calling oh yeah
Everybody's dancing oh yeah
Tonight everything is over
I feel too young....
Who would have thought that I would have fallen hook,line and sinker for a popish/get-shoes-on-and-hit-the-dance-floor kinda track by an obscure artist on a movie soundtrack, while I got new stuff from Henning Pauly, Kevin Moore and the likes...Not to mention a surprise find of a Joni Mitchell CD at Planet-M and the timely delivery of online ordered stuff....And out of the blue comes this track, which seemed almost like a bright streak of light in an otherwise dull day so much so that I have had it on repeat mode for the past half an hour and I am still not bored....Apart from the fact that it is peppy, very 80ish, glaringly simple, it has that energy and tempo to take you back to your late teenage summer years where you taste the first traces of love...True to its title, it makes you feel "too young"....
But seriously, I can't remember the last time I heard a song which had a "baby" in it...Jeez! Guess I ~am~ getting too bracketed in my music....
Baby when I saw you turning at the end of the street
I knew a time was gone and it took me like ages
Just to understand that I was afraid to be a simple guy
I tried my best to smile but deep inside my heart
I felt it was shouting like a crowd dancing
I guess I couldn't live without the things that made my life what it is
Can't you hear it calling oh yeah
Everybody's dancin' oh yeah
Tonight everything is over
I feel too young
I can't lie on my bed without thinking I was wrong
But when this feeling calls this world becomes another
Nighttime won't hold me in your arms again
I got a very good friend who says he can't believe the love I give
Is not enough to end your fears
I guess I couldn't live without the things that made my life what it is
Can't you hear it calling oh yeah
Everybody's shakin' oh yeah
Tonight everything is over
I feel too young
Oh rainfalls and hard times coming they won't leave me tonight
I wish I knew what I was doing
Just do let this spirit survive
Can't you hear me calling oh yeah
I guess I couldn't live without the things that made my life what it is
Can't you hear me calling oh yeah
Everybody's dancing oh yeah
Tonight everything is over
I feel too young....
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
Unweaving the rainbow...
My Frameshift CD has been delivered....Yaaaaaaay!!
Now that I have regained enough control over my senses, thought I would post in the breaking news...
Is there some other way to accentuate the "Yaay"?! Don't think I have made it cleat enough....
MY FRAMESHIFT CD HAS BEEN DELIVERED!!
P.S - For more info, http://frameshift.progrockrecords.com
Now that I have regained enough control over my senses, thought I would post in the breaking news...
Is there some other way to accentuate the "Yaay"?! Don't think I have made it cleat enough....
MY FRAMESHIFT CD HAS BEEN DELIVERED!!
P.S - For more info, http://frameshift.progrockrecords.com
Monday, February 07, 2005
Sunday Bloody Sunday....
Apparently..any acrobatic move on my part to reach a high and stay there are usually combatted by an equal(if not,more powerful..) and opposite reaction...And any hopes of resting the butt on the crescendo and keeping it there for a while is met with a cruel reminder that I am riding a bell shaped curve and once you hit a peak, it is all smooth thereafter...Smooth way downhill, that is...
After a very "uplifting" Saturday nite, I decided to kickstart my regular lazy Sunday by scoring some CDs at Phoenix...But then little did I know that I am walking into the "woman-trap" called "The Discount Sale"...now these things are well-camouflaged (Ever noticed the proportion of font size of the words "Upto" and "50%") and of course designed to pull you into the chasmal vortex..I mean, look at the strategic positioning of these ads and hoardings!! Propped up to take into you into a hypnotic trance..sort of like "when you hear the word - discount sale, you will stand with your paws lifted up, on your hindlegs, with your tongues hanging out"..But then again, there is a downside to creating too many zombies, I guess...I put up a resistance and came out empty-handed out of...not one...but THREE of these sales...Yee Haw!!
Now this might seem to be a happy ending...but it was quite the reverse with the actual story...Like any woman with/without a heavy wallet (don't even get me started on this evil force called the credit cards!!) would do, I marched into these stores, telling myself that a momentary glance would do no harm...I had spent barely three minutes before which I came to a conclusion that I am not going to find anything that I would have picked when I am clear-headed...But since I was dazed and possessed by this greed demon inside me, I decided to keep my hunt going...Picked up a couple of Tees after what felt like an eternity of deliberation...then I headed towards the trial rooms...and damn!! the queue was longer than ones that you would find in a municipal ration store!! Summoned up some patience to take the last position in the queue...Minutes passed by and the crowd just lengthened its tail behind me but I hadn't moved an inch...This realization seem to have dawned up the rest of the women too and there was a visible unrest marked by loud murmurs and forceful tapping of the feet...Then the door of the trial room of my queue opened and this lady paraded wearing the entire ensemble of new kurta and long skirt and boots and accessories...Just when we were about heave a sigh of relief, she whisks into the room back again! Apparently, she had to show the dress to her husband standing outside (the clothes that he carried out in his shopping bag would have sufficed to create another retail clothing chain!!) for a nod of approval...from the commotion caused by the ladies in front of me, it was obvious that this lady had been doing this for a while now, which explained the stagnant queue...That was enough for me to come back to my senses...I rushed out of the store...
Shop #2 - Didn't have too much breathing space to walk around...and so I walked out...
Shop #3 - Well, whaddaya know..Deja-vu all over again....
And so, I visited Planet-M...was aghast by the discount offerings on the Floyd and the John Mayer CDs...they were priced at the rates of tapes!! Picked it up, in any case....then moved towards Big Bazaar to get drowned in the tsunami of people there...the mission was to flesh up my kitchen shelves..(Did I mention I am trying to cook these days ?! :D :D :D)...and phew! when I came out of the store, it appeared as though I had just come out of a downtown brawl ....
The high-point of the day was the pack of smokes that I indulged in at the end of the day...So much for the weekend, eh?
After a very "uplifting" Saturday nite, I decided to kickstart my regular lazy Sunday by scoring some CDs at Phoenix...But then little did I know that I am walking into the "woman-trap" called "The Discount Sale"...now these things are well-camouflaged (Ever noticed the proportion of font size of the words "Upto" and "50%") and of course designed to pull you into the chasmal vortex..I mean, look at the strategic positioning of these ads and hoardings!! Propped up to take into you into a hypnotic trance..sort of like "when you hear the word - discount sale, you will stand with your paws lifted up, on your hindlegs, with your tongues hanging out"..But then again, there is a downside to creating too many zombies, I guess...I put up a resistance and came out empty-handed out of...not one...but THREE of these sales...Yee Haw!!
Now this might seem to be a happy ending...but it was quite the reverse with the actual story...Like any woman with/without a heavy wallet (don't even get me started on this evil force called the credit cards!!) would do, I marched into these stores, telling myself that a momentary glance would do no harm...I had spent barely three minutes before which I came to a conclusion that I am not going to find anything that I would have picked when I am clear-headed...But since I was dazed and possessed by this greed demon inside me, I decided to keep my hunt going...Picked up a couple of Tees after what felt like an eternity of deliberation...then I headed towards the trial rooms...and damn!! the queue was longer than ones that you would find in a municipal ration store!! Summoned up some patience to take the last position in the queue...Minutes passed by and the crowd just lengthened its tail behind me but I hadn't moved an inch...This realization seem to have dawned up the rest of the women too and there was a visible unrest marked by loud murmurs and forceful tapping of the feet...Then the door of the trial room of my queue opened and this lady paraded wearing the entire ensemble of new kurta and long skirt and boots and accessories...Just when we were about heave a sigh of relief, she whisks into the room back again! Apparently, she had to show the dress to her husband standing outside (the clothes that he carried out in his shopping bag would have sufficed to create another retail clothing chain!!) for a nod of approval...from the commotion caused by the ladies in front of me, it was obvious that this lady had been doing this for a while now, which explained the stagnant queue...That was enough for me to come back to my senses...I rushed out of the store...
Shop #2 - Didn't have too much breathing space to walk around...and so I walked out...
Shop #3 - Well, whaddaya know..Deja-vu all over again....
And so, I visited Planet-M...was aghast by the discount offerings on the Floyd and the John Mayer CDs...they were priced at the rates of tapes!! Picked it up, in any case....then moved towards Big Bazaar to get drowned in the tsunami of people there...the mission was to flesh up my kitchen shelves..(Did I mention I am trying to cook these days ?! :D :D :D)...and phew! when I came out of the store, it appeared as though I had just come out of a downtown brawl ....
The high-point of the day was the pack of smokes that I indulged in at the end of the day...So much for the weekend, eh?
Sunday, February 06, 2005
A lot can happen over coffee....
What are the signs that you are spending a blissfully alone, buoyantly joyful and relaxingly peaceful midnight hour?
A. You are watching the glistening contours of the sea-side waters do a ballet-like act in the moonlight...
B. You are doing that, while sipping the perfectly-blended and ideally-strong coffee with just-the-right-sugar and of course the never-ending pack of energy sticks...
C. All this, while a bunch of teenage party-hoopers are squeaking like rats whose tails are caught in traps all around you and yet....you have no intention of getting up from the ever-so-tranquil moments which seem to have been transfixed in the history of time....
D. You know your night's just gonna get better than it already is...since you have the bestest possible movie library which never fails to fling one good movie after the other with every visit of yours there...This time around, it was "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" ....and to top it all, you still haven't touched your indigenously-mixed cocktail yet;)....
Aaaah...there's something about an unaccompanied saturday-night in Bombay that makes me feel inexplicaly concoted with the city...so much so that in order to prolong this harmony, I decide to take a bus trip which takes me to a place in the completely opposite direction to my not-so-secluded abode...Sure, it's the wee hours of a VERY bright night, thanks to the electrically-enriched neon lights..And of course,a gallon of coffee and Steven Wilson's inescapable voice (Not an evening in the company of Porcupine Tree again...this time it was O.S.I's out-of-the-world track called Shutdown) to keep my insomniacal tendencies up and running...But then again, in a city of free will, what better day/night to exercise it when the whole population is up and about?
A. You are watching the glistening contours of the sea-side waters do a ballet-like act in the moonlight...
B. You are doing that, while sipping the perfectly-blended and ideally-strong coffee with just-the-right-sugar and of course the never-ending pack of energy sticks...
C. All this, while a bunch of teenage party-hoopers are squeaking like rats whose tails are caught in traps all around you and yet....you have no intention of getting up from the ever-so-tranquil moments which seem to have been transfixed in the history of time....
D. You know your night's just gonna get better than it already is...since you have the bestest possible movie library which never fails to fling one good movie after the other with every visit of yours there...This time around, it was "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" ....and to top it all, you still haven't touched your indigenously-mixed cocktail yet;)....
Aaaah...there's something about an unaccompanied saturday-night in Bombay that makes me feel inexplicaly concoted with the city...so much so that in order to prolong this harmony, I decide to take a bus trip which takes me to a place in the completely opposite direction to my not-so-secluded abode...Sure, it's the wee hours of a VERY bright night, thanks to the electrically-enriched neon lights..And of course,a gallon of coffee and Steven Wilson's inescapable voice (Not an evening in the company of Porcupine Tree again...this time it was O.S.I's out-of-the-world track called Shutdown) to keep my insomniacal tendencies up and running...But then again, in a city of free will, what better day/night to exercise it when the whole population is up and about?
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