People Management, Kiran Desai & John Petrucci???

Hey, next time you want someone to do something for you, show 'em whats in it for them. 'Coz, quite frankly, if they don't stand to gain something from it, its highly unlikely that they'll bother, unless of course, they're fucking stupid!!!!! Use this wherever you can, it'll make life and people a lot easier for you. And go read The Inheritance Of Loss. Kiran Desai is a terrific, terrific writer. The characters in that book are some of the best that i've ever come across.
This blog shall be deleted soon, 'coz guitaring is all i care about right now.
And if you are into guitaring, watch this video of Mr.John Petrucci playing Glasgow kiss, this guy's technique is the best man, the best.

The Silver Lining

My guitar. Ibanez RG 270DX. I've been playing it all week for like 8 hrs daily. In addition, its also the only thing that i am actually a little good at. So ya, it does deserve a mention taking into account the aforementioned line & the fact that i keep playing it like, all the time. Besides, guitar's what folks in college always associate me with.
Really cant figure out why i love playing it so much though. But once i do start playing, just cant stop. Guess its something which comes naturally. Strange thing, this music is. But beautiful too.

Every dark cloud has a silver lining they say, looks like i've found mine.

My First Fortune Cookie

Got my first fortune cookie today. Here's what it says ::

For Better Luck, wait until winter.

Better luck eh?? Well, for starters, I'm not much of a believer in luck anyways. 'Coz for the major part of my life, luck really hasn't played a pivotal role in it as such. The leitmotif of my 19 years of existence has generally been :: As you sow, so you reap. Been getting what I've deserved on almost all occasions. There is the occasional godsend when I'd least be expecting it but, as always, nullified courtesy some misfortune at the most inopportune moment. Both, "good luck" & "bad luck" are perpetually in sync with each other, consistently crossing each other out.
The Chinese are smart people yes, but paying heed to those 6 words wont assist me much with whats to come till winter, be it good, bad or ugly. And, in truth, my "luck" graph has shown quite an ascension in the past 2 weeks. If its to get better with the arrival of winter, life, is good. :D

But wait a minute!!! Mumbai doesn't have much of a winter!!!(2 weeks at most).....Now how encouraging is that??!!....damned cookie.... :(

Anyone of you guys got one of these???...what did it say???

Insomnia

Sleepless i lie

As the energy it courses, through my every vein

Bloodshot are my eyes

As i sleepwalk all day

aaaa

The Sandman he comes

But never to my room

Content instead, to let me rot

In the dark night's gloom

ssss

Tossing and turning

The numbers i count

Only but to loose

As i find there's no way out

Wanna Catch Man-eater??? Use Cellphone

Read about this in The Times Of India a couple o days back. Couldn't help but smile. It Happens only in India they say, so true.........

A ringtone to catch a man-eater ::
Forest officials in Samba village in the Mahuva taluka of Surat district, who were trying to catch a leopard that had killed a boy from the village on Friday, used a mobile phone with a ringtone that sounded like a rooster to lure the beast into a trap.
The ringtone was a backup just in case the petrified live rooster in the trap decided to clamp up.
The technique was simple. When the officials in pursuit of their elusive killer were sure that the leopard was in the vicinity of the trap, they dialled the 'bait' phone and kept their fingers crossed, hoping that the sound of the rooster would persuade the leopard to head towards the cage.
If this sounds like a hare-brained scheme, it's time for a rethink - officials were successful not so long ago in trapping a man-eating leopard by using this technique in a nearby village.
Three months ago when farmers sighted a leopard in the sugarcane fields in Kathia village, forest officials decided to capture and release the animal somewhere near Ukai. But it turned to be a Herculean task as the chicken refused to squawk for hours and the leopard stayed away.
"It was then that a funny idea struck me. I have a mobile ring tone that sounds like a rooster's cry. I placed my cell inside the cage along with the live rooster and between midnight to 4am when the chances of a leopard coming out for its kill are high, we started calling my cell from another cellphone. To our surprise the trick worked and the leopard fell into the trap," said forest officer Satish Purohit.

Moral Of The Story ::
Don't hesitate to try out ideas that seem stupid at first. 'Coz sometimes, they just might work!!!!..... :D

Boredom

Yes, boredom. No matter how hard one tries, there seems to be no escape from it. Standing in lines, studying for that one mundane subject, there seems to no end to the no of boring things one has to do everyday. But the boredom that I've written about in my previous posts doesn't belong in the aforementioned. Its the type that people suffer from when they're let go, when they're set free, and given complete responsibility for their time and actions. Within a week or less, you'll hear that oft repeated phrase "Man, i'm so bored!!!!!! There's nothing to do". (A phrase which, i too can be accused of using, tho, at a frequency far lesser than the majority). They'll sit around all day doing nothing and simply ponder over the question "What do i do now??". A question, to which they find no answer or are too lazy to even try finding one and are content with allowing themselves to rot. Thing is, i find this to be both dangerous and a crime. Lucky for us they don't jail us for it. And the danger?? Try - "An idle mind is the devil's workshop??" How true that is....
You may call me blunt, but like it or not, i do have a point here. How do you overcome this illness?? That's for you to figure. Can't help you there. Although, if y'all know me, you may have noticed that i have made some progress in this direction, and found things to keep myself busy with. So maybe i can. But lets leave that for later.

Take Time..........

Take time for work, it is the price of success.
Take time to think, it is the source of power.
Take time to play, it is the secret of youth.
Take time to read, it is the fountain of wisdom.
Take time to be friendly, it is the road to happiness.
Take time to dream, it's hitching your wagon to a star.
Take time to love, it is the highest joy of life.
Take time to laugh, it is the music of the soul.

Love & Mercy - Michka Assayas

Some morning, a handful of people board a commuter train, carrying bags filled with charge, all stuffed with bolts and nails. I am refusing to analyze it. Try putting yourself inside the head of a madman, and pretty soon you'll find yourself feeling like one too. Moreover, that is exactly the aim of those delirious political and religious sects: carrying the world into a collective madness at the end of which, of course, truth will prevail, a truth that only its followers detain.
In a magazine called Courier International, i have just read about the story of Zarema, a twenty-three-year-old from Chechnya. Armed with an explosive belt, she renounced, just at the last minute, to smash herself to pieces in a pub in Moscow, and turned herself in to the police. A Russian journalist got the opportunity to interview her in her cell. There she told him her appalling life story. Her mother abandons her while she is a ten-month-old baby. Then her father gets murdered on a building site in Siberia. It doesn't sound like a great start in life. It isn't. Raised by her grandparents, she is forced into marrying "according to our old customs", as she puts it, some local dealer. Pretty soon, the man gets shot by a competing gang. At that time, she is expecting his baby. For want of money, she is not able to raise her baby daughter by herself. So out of hand the husband's clan places the baby in another family. Zarema is accordingly parted from her child and sent back to her grandparents' place. They live at the far end of the country. There, she goes out of her mind with grief. So what does she do? She robs the family jewels, which she proceeds to sell to the market, so as to board a plane and to abduct her daughter. But her aunts recapture her just as she is about to do that. They humiliate her and strike her repeatedly, because she has become the disgrace of the family.
So Zarema sees only one solution. To become at last a "decent person"--I'm quoting her words here--she thinks she has to sacrifice herself for Allah and Jihad, so her shame gets washed away and her debt paid off, since the rebels give away a thousand dollars to a martyr's family. At the rebels' hideout, she encounters other suicide applicants. One of them, a nineteen-year-old girl, blows herself up during an open-air rock concert in Moscow: fourteen dead. Zarema sees the bodies on television. Something clicks in her head. Above all, she feels compassion for the young girl who died in the operation, the one whom she saw everyday---her companion. "She is the one that i pitied the most", she says. So her eyes open and she gives up the madness. You can say a kind of miracle happened....
Love and mercy: those words do not only make sense for the survivors. In order to fight effectively against the terrorist insanity, perhaps they're more than the infiltration of cells, the shelling of villages and the so-called war on terror. Because the nature of that terror is moral and religious as much as it is political, the answer sometimes has to be of the same nature. In one case, love and mercy simply worked...................

Hilarious!!!!!!

You'll dig this vid, especially if your familiar with the characters.

Pink Floyd - High Hopes

What a Song!!!!! Solo, lyrics, everything...Perfecto!!!!!

Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young
In a world of magnets and miracles
Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary
The ringing of the division bell had begun
Along the long road and on down the causeway
Do they still meet there by the cut
There was a ragged man that followed in our footsteps
Running before time took our dreams away
Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground
To a life consumed by slow decay

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
With friends surrounded
The nights of wonder

Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us
To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side
Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again
Dragged by the force of some inner tide
At a higher altitude with flag unfurled
We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of world

Encumbered forever by desire and ambition
There's a hunger still unsatisfied
Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon
Go down this road we've been so many times

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
The taste was sweeter
The nights of wonder
With friends surrounded
The dawn mist glowing
The water flowing
The endless river

Forever and ever

Dont Think Too Much!!!

For those of you who think and analyze everything to the very last detail, mull over this for a moment, isn't this habit of yours is more of a hindrance than a help?? How many instances have there been when all that thinking and evaluation really amounted to little or nothing in the end, and the solution was a six letter word, viz.......................ACTION!!!!
I certainly will testify to that, I've found instinct and good 'ol hardwork to be much better alllies than all the calculated planning that many of us employ. I dunno, there seems to be some inherent built-in mechanism within us, which, if allowed to go to work, always, without flaw and without delay, finds the best ways and means to overcome that which is holding and hindering us. Besides that, its fun and there ain't much stress via this route either. So what if you make a mistake??!! Simply learn from it and move on.
Too many of us spend too much time worrying about every problem that'll come our way and work ourselves to death trying to get past 'em. We spend nights without slumber, mulling over our peers, friends or parents' reaction. End result, your folks don't give a rip about it, and you've got yourself some very ugly dark circles. Worth it?? Certainly not. Next time, screw the critics, go ahead and do your thing anyways.
And most of these "problems" exist only in our mind, but we spent so much time with them that by the time opportunity does come knocking, we are too depleted to open the door. Try this instead, work your way through the maze without any surmise and estimate of what is to come, and when your way is thwarted, relax, stay level-headed, don't let your fears get the better of you, and allow the your mind to work through each problem ONE AT A TIME, ie. go to the next hurdle only after you've jumped over the one in front of ya. Thats how an athlete goes about winning a race i think. Try usin this analogy the next time you knot yourself up with problems. Peace.....

Switchfoot - Awakening

My Alt-Rock Favorites. Better than a lotta the junk thats out there. Honest music and Lyrics, which is a rarity these days. And all Rock N' Roll aint "EVIL" as some of you have may have pointed out. Yes there is a lotta crap that has gone down with the music, but the genre has its positve's too, and switchfoot certainly is one of them.

Words In Colour

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaForgotten, But Not Gone

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaTranquil Slumber

Bored?? Try Creativity

Bored of all the goings-on in college, at work, on just life in general. Repulsed at even the sight of those books?? Well, looks like you need a change. For me, that change is creativity. Seriously, try it. Sure enough, it'll rid you of the lethargy and rust that has sunk in from the monotony, and enliven you with new found vigour and enthusiasm. A channel, relieving us of all that has crept in from the rote donkey work, that's what creativity does best. All the frustration, the stress and the weariness starts seeping outta ya, and voila!!! your back. The Brain's got the fuel it needed and recompenses us handsomely, suddenly, our hearts are light and our shortcomings, trivial.
What is it, that triggers your muse??? Well, that is for you to ponder. Try something lucid and simple like reading, playing an instrument, writing, painting, poetry, sudoku, to name just a few. So what if you ain't good at it, who cares??!! You're the benefactor here, its you we're talking about. Take my case for instance. I know I'm not good at writing. But hell who cares??!! Suffice to say that it provides me with a channel to vent my frustration, angst & lighten my load in general, which is a must considering the environment i live in (viz. The Jail). Besides, i am more than willing to relieve myself in this manner, rather than in some way which'll cause harm to both others and to me. And, with time, you never know, i might actually improve!!! Sounds good to me. So go ahead, give creativity a shot.



P.S - This article is based on personal experience and there is no guarantee that the techniques suggested will work for everybody. ( I'm not kidding ).

Update

Watched 2 movies the previous week viz. Apocalypto & 300.
300 - Aint a bad movie and is good entertaintment, but is a little toooo fantastic. I mean 300 spartans slaying the combined armed forces of all Asia is very far fetched. And the characters and fight scenes have been amplified beyond belief. Still, good entertainment.
Apocalypto - Watch if you like gore, violence, human sacrifice, live heart extractions and bodies lying in pools of blood. Perfect complement to The Passion Of The Christ. Besides that, its also got a group of natives running after another native, 'coz the captive native killed the clan leader's son, and now father dearest must avenge his son's death. In the process, all of the native clan(6 ppl i think) are killed, while Mr.fugitive survives and saves his family. (That is how the story ends). How it all began?? Well, this native guy's tribe is first ravaged by a clan (same one mentioned above) from another tribe, where he and a few others are captured to be sacrificed 'coz it hasnt rained for weeks, and this myopist tribe believes that human sacrifice will please the Gods and bring rain. But wait, just as native is about to be split wide open, there is an.............................................an Eclipse!!!!! People go beserk, the gods have answered their prayers and they have been salvaged. Duh!!!! Hilarious.
The fugitives are granted reprieve, but what must be done of them?? Well, the clan decides to use 'em as target practice, the fugitive native, seizing the oppurtunity, escapes, and then follows the aforementioned chase.

Forgive me for the poor narration, i just suck at stories and writing in general. But then again, Apocalypto doesn't have much of a script!!!
In other news, moi has prelims for the next 2 weeks, will try my best to study, lets see how far i go with that. And Elda keeps pestering me bout my adsense moolah. Damn irritating i must say, and dude, you cant calculate it, the amount varies depending on the day the check was issued. Sorry mate, but i don't get your money is money funda.
Finally gonna get back to guitarin t'day, nice,.......been a long time since i played my Ibanez........gonna enjoy listenin to its sweet tone again...
And ya, there's an ADLABS openin in a few months time which is just a 5min walk from home. The place is a complete entertainment complex with bowling alley an all. Awesome!!!!! No more long trips to the city to watch a good movie. Yay!!!

Iron Maiden - Phenomenal!!!!!

Scream for me Bangalore! ; Scream for me Bangalore!!!!! went Bruce. And scream and holler we so did. And who wouldn't?? Maiden, live, in the flesh, and you, right there, 20m from them, what a fuckin day!!!!!!!
Lights go out, Adrian, Dave, Janick and Steve rush out to the front, Nicko gets on his seat, and out of fuckin nowhere, Bruce, Bruce friggin jumps over the kit to come onstage(6 ft long jump) and completes the lineup. Crowd goes hysterical, what do ya expect?? Maiden, right there, dream come true man!!! Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Some of 'em couldn't believe it, hands on their heads, & for the rest of us (like me) unable to control ourselves, we screamed ourselves hoarse. What happened in the next 2 hours is a phenomenon which cant be explained. For words can't do justice to elaborate what happened at the grounds on tht saturday night. A different world we were taken to indeed.
Maiden's ability to connect with us was truly a gift. From dedicating Wrathchild to Leon Ireland to getting the whole crowd to sing Fear Of The Dark it was an experience to be lived in, not something you'll get watching the DVD or by listening to 'em on your player or pod. You had to be there you faggets!!!!! See 'em live and you'll know WTF i'm talkin about. 'coz LIVE is where Maiden is, where Eddie is!!!!
A professional act in every sense, playing and performing. And yes, they pulled out every trick in the bag, nothin toned down or held back, same set, same energy, just like the maiden you've seen on the vids and concerts abroad. These Lads make their songs come alive on stage. Its some surreal Adrenaline Rush Phenomenon!!!! By the time the Tank with Eddie was on-stage the crowd had already gone bonkers (it was after Fear of The Dark you see) And when Eddie actually walked on stage in his matter o life an death military uniform, we were bowled over. Song of The Night - The Trooper, most of it on part of Bruce's crazy antics during this number. Wavin the Union Jack, tappin it on Adrian's head (very amusing), the possessed sprinting, climbin all the way up the railing(47 feet), to swivelling the the foglight over all of us, yeah, that was some performance, the energy the band exudes from this one song will get you scramming, singing, humming, jumping and headbanging all at once. Couple That with Wrathchild, Fear Of The Dark, Number Of The Beast, Run To to The Hills and a few more & you've got yourself 2 Hours of adrenalin pumping riffing and vocals. Eddie did show up, first in his tank (ya, a tank), and later during the encore in his military uniform, shooting at us with his gun. An amazing character and apt mascot for maiden, master eddie. His tank was damn amazing!!!! Had its barrel right on my face. Killer man, killer!!! Wish it had blown me to shreds.
And ya, a thing about maiden shows - you wont even know how sapped you are until after the show, they drained you thorughly. Some surreal Adrenalin Rush Phenomenon (ya, really!!!) those 2 hours were. That night i was a spent force, legs, hands, arms, feet, everywhere, agony. But who cares, certainly worth the strain!!!
Post concert, what a hangover moi was left with. Reality seemed boring and mundane. In a word, the journey back home was simply - shallow. Worries and fears that had crept in, were expulsed and laid to rest on the grounds that night. Never have i been so happy and relaxed. Those bastards'll have to bust their brains (like they have one) to pull me under again. I'm Livin' in a Dream!!!!!
Oh, for those of you wondering about the Set list, it was a mix old classics coupled with songs from their current album ( A Matter Of Life Of Death, you ibanovs!!!). Wish they'd played a few numbers more from their earlier albums. Still worth every fuckin second though. Cant wait for 'em to return. 17 months i think, muuhahahahaha!!!!....Maiden!!!! Maiden!!!! Maiden!!!!!!! Maiden!!!!!!



And for Those of you who didn't get IBANOVS, its an anagram of sorts, minus the S. Just read it back to front and you'll see. Just so you should know, its been borrowed, courtesy a Bong friend o mine, going by the name Of Kaushik, also referred to (though not with good intent) as Jhadoo(Broomstick). And looks like one too ;) No hard feelings with that last line i hope??
For a professional account of the happenings on the night of 17Th march,2007 follow the link below ::
http://specials.rediff.com/movies/2007/mar/20sld1.htm

Tom Hess :: The Eternal Fire

Yes Elda, it is a copy-paste, but its worth for the ideas suggested in the paras below. Besides tht, i'm too weighed down with assignments, tests and sheets to have the strength and time to post. A lot of people may second that. So until better days are here again, updates are likely to be seldom.

The Arty ::
Think back to the time when your interest in playing guitar was born. Remember the time when you got your first guitar and actually started playing it. For most of us, even when we were totally beginners, clueless about how to play anything, it somehow didn’t matter because we were just so excited about beginning our musical/guitar journey. I can remember the exact day I bought my first guitar (January 31, 1986). I was extremely excited about owning a guitar and banging around on it making all kinds of terrible noises at first.
That feeling most of us felt at the beginning of our guitar days is what I call “Fire” or “Inner Fire”. It is something like the first weeks and months of a new romantic relationship – very new and exciting and the desire to maintain that passion feeling is strong. But over time (weeks, months or years), that passion to play music weakens. Of course you still have at least some interest in playing and becoming a better musician, otherwise you wouldn’t be reading this.
What I hope to do here is help you to get back your fire (or if you still have it, I want to help you to never lose it). The most important thing you must do is recognize what the factors were that caused you to feel less motivated and excited about playing music. Over time, some players begin to feel inadequate in their ability to reach their goals. A more common factor for some is not really having clearly defined goals or a good strategy to reach them. Its important to remember long term goals are long term. As long as you work to move forward, you are progressing. If progress is slow, understand this is normal. Of course there are things you can do to dramatically speed this process up such as practice more, practice more efficiently and work with a really good teacher that can show you how to do improve faster.) Other people become too focused on getting better and lose sight of why they started playing (to play and/or create music they love!). Keep reminding yourself of why you wanted to be a musician in the first place. Besides simply thinking about your early playing experiences, go back to your roots and listen to the same CDs (or cassettes or LPs (if you are old enough to have any of those). Listening to my earliest influences always reminds me of my early music days and I just can’t help to feel that eager beginner feeling again.
I’ve mentioned some of these next few points before in a previous article, but it’s worth mentioning again here.
Find out what truly inspires you to want to play music, write music, jam with your friends, etc. Whatever it is for you, go there and marinate in that inspiration. Get your mind in that place and focus on it. Many classical composers (and other serious artists) go to artist colonies for weeks or months at a time. For them being in a beautiful environment with serious artists of all kinds is extremely inspiring and a great place to write music, practice, reflect among other things. Personally, I like to travel to Europe in the summer and do most of my serious composing there. There is a house I stay in overlooking a valley with large trees and beautiful sunsets. It is very inspiring and I always do my best creating there. Your inspiration may be musical (listening to some great players, bands or songs. It may be going to concerts. It may be a set of things that are totally nonmusical (like a special location or being around special people, etc.). You must find whatever it is and go there, you might be surprised at how fast you feel that burning desire to really play more, write more, to be more.
Never ever compare yourself to other musicians! If you sit around and think about how much better of a player you are compared to your friends, this will probably only lead you to contentment and will steal away your drive and fire to improve. If you think about how much your friend (or any other musician) is better musically compared to you, this often leads to feelings of dissolution about your progress and your goals, which also can lead to a lack of motivation and fire.
When you began playing guitar, how good would you have to be in order to be happy with your playing? And where are you now? When I was starting out, I thought if I could play Iron Maiden or Metallica songs, I would be happy for rest of my musical life! Of course the time came when I could play all those songs, but I didn’t feel as happy as I thought I would when I first made my goal. That is because, before I even reached that goal, I had already set new goals. These new goals were good for my progress, but I made the mistake of never really appreciating and enjoying the success of reaching my earlier goals. I robbed myself of the pleasure of feeling happy about my hard work paying off. Of course by now I have learned that lesson and do thoroughly enjoy each new goal that is reached. It is my hope you will learn that lesson now and not after several more years of playing guitar.
Tom Hess is a professional virtuoso guitarist and teacher. He has toured in many countries through out the world. To find out more check out the official Tom Hess web site.

Dispatches From Iraq

A Copy-paste from www.thinkprogress.org Just proof of what a faget Bush is...

From McClatchy’s Baghdad bureau ::
“The other kid that i can not forget was in Fallujah, he is laying down suffering bullets injuries and his father, mother and aunt were killed in the car behind him and he can not see them… he refused to let the ambulance take him to the hospital only if I swear to him that his family are alive… he pulled my shirt and said “don’t lie to me”.. I was looking at them all killed in front of me and he is laying down, an American sobbing soldier beside him was treating him till the ambulance arrived, and I had to swear to him that they were alive and he will find them in the hospital if he allowed the ambulance to take him, he and his one year old sister who were covered with here mother’s blood all over her body…” February 23, 2007

Foo Fighters :: The Best Of You

The thing that struck me about this song (besides the empowering lyrics) is the fact that it its comin from a band whose frontman was Nirvana's drummer(Dave Grohl). Now thats quite a contrast when you compare it to somethin like Jesus doesn't want me or the other stuff Cobain used to write about. Guess age & change are things no one can defy, not even Rock stars!!??....Read the lyrics and see for yourself...
Or maybe he's just tryin to tell us that them Rockstars are human too, and that they have their moments in the dark as well. I dunno, you decide!!!..

I've got another confession to make
I'm your fool
Everyone's got their chains to break
Holdin' you
Were you born to resist or be abused?

Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Are you gone in onto someone new?

I needed somewhere to hang my head
Without your noose
You gave me something that I didn't have
But had no use
I was too weak to give in
Too strong to lose
My heart is under arrest again
But I break loose
My head is giving me life or death
But I can't choose
I swear i'll never give in
I refuse

Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Has someone taken your faith?
Its real, the pain you feel
Your trust, you mustConfess
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?

Oh..OhOhOhOh

Has someone taken your faith?
Its real, the pain you feel
The life, the love
You'd die to heal
The hope that starts
The broken hearts
Your trust, you must
Confess

Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?

I've got another confession my friend
I'm no fool
I'm getting tired of starting again
Somewhere new
Were you born to resist or be abused?
I swear i'll never give in
I refuse

Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Has someone taken your faith?
Its real, the pain you feel
Your trust, you must
Confess

Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?Oh..

A Week To Forget!!!!

Oh what a horrid week it has been!!!! One that has been plagued by
non-productivity and a lack of direction. One where i've collapsed emotionally, and physically as well. Never have i exchanged the word "SORRY" so many times in 7 days. I've sent my friends quarreling, all courtesy of my narcissism and misdirected hate!!!! Complainin and allowin myself to be agitated at the slightest of notions. And i've given 'em gossip mongers somethin to chew on, viz. my blog!!!! Dammit!!!!!!! cant beleive i let that slip.....
But tomorrow, i start afresh. No more, no more!!! Retrace my path again i shall. Will more than make up for the loss. For now, its back to Square 1. Am specially perked bout next week, what with Waters comin to perform an all. Hope it turns out to be so.....both for me and for y'all too....Peace Out...

Harshit Coutinho :: Toxic C

H Man. First thing that comes to mind?? - very unique dressing style. Dress code - likely to be in his 3/4ths and sleeveless T's at most times. His lunch is amazin (its always non-veg, yuum!!!!). Is extremely lame is in his Hindi (like i aint, sheesh!!!!!). Abuses - extremely hybrid, from the plain weird to the spontaneous ones that'll get you laughin' to death. Has a passion for cars, bikes & driving. Hopes to be an ace driver someday, an automobile workshop's on the cards as well. Best o' luck mate. Also has dreams has dreams of makin it to MIT (is capable too). Again, abuses - extremely hybrid, they're so WTF?? Jumps to conclusions & wont stop until you acknowledge his point. Had Shirke checkin hi out in t'day's lecture (now thats scary). Shares a violent physical relationship (platonic) with Batman. May hurl abuses, and himself at you for no reason. Gets a hysterical childlike pleasure out of punching & slapping people without reason. Shirke's goin bonkers over the guy right now (i wrote this post in the lecture).
One of the few guy's in college whose company i enjoy, and helps relieve the monotony of college. Could be a lil more generous with his tiffin though. Although , i'd feel the same way, if my food was so good too. My verdict - always be on good terms with the bloke, its worth it for the food!!!! And dude, Shirke couldn't stop starin at Harshit today!!!!!..

Reunion & Stage Fright

So we had our reunion yesterday (2003 batch). Ya, it was fun, meetin up with old friends (not that i had many), and just catchin up on life 4 years after we left school. Made some new friends too, :) :) :) was really kicked about that(you see, i was very shy in school) Yay!!!!!
Hats off to Mohit & gang for the organisation, the arrangements were awesome!!! Anuraag's gettin to be quite a pro at the Turn-table, nice, very nice. Vignesh has an amazin moustache and is in love with The Beatles. Unreal!!! And them posers is still, ya, them posers. Nevertheless, they never failed to put a smile on my face, even in the dullest of moments :-) , hehehe, the sacrifices people make, stupid morons. Guess there is a price for being cool. Glad you guys obliged, thank you very much.
Yours truly here performed and hence the Stage fright in title. But before we move on to that lemme introduce my mates to you. Achintya Rao - Tabla & Harmonica, Presently In Xavier's S.Y.B.Sc. Next up Rolins T. Roy - Keys, rhythm and percussion. Education - 2nd Year Architecture at D.Y.Patil. The brains behind the Bounty Humpers (thats what Achintya & me decided on). Our set list - A medley of Jethro Tull's Locomotive Breath & Deep Purple's Smoke on The Water followed by a jive cum blues number, an OC if you'd like. Well, as you'd know it, i got on stage and wham!!! i froze. To think that i'd finally fought off my demons and here they were, tormenting me once more. The traces of poise that i had shown in recent gigs, were gone. The only silver lining being my friends who, inspite of me, convinced me to hang in there, and showed absolute faith in me. Guess what, it worked!!! My fingers found the right notes and by the time we got to Smoke On The Water we were, yaa, smokin!!! The crowd gettin behind us was another plus. But i was still gutted and insisted on leavin out my solo for the blues - jive piece, for it was to be spontaneous and the last thing i was up for was blah blah, ..blah blah blah & then i soloed. Saala, i look like i'm in a mental agony video, just cant seem to, even fuckin smile!!!! You know which song my friggin face is likely to remind you of?? - Iron Man. Boy do i need stage presence...anybody got any tips on that??......and yes, its a lousy solo!!!!!!!......The videos will explain, they'll be up as soon as i know how to post 'em.

Get Over It

Hey, here's a song for all you self-pitying pricks to muse about (me included at times). But this song posting habit of mine has got to stop. So, henceforth moi shall use the medium of songs sparingly.
Back to the topic, self-pity is like a disease affecting the whole world at present (except for a few tough cookies), and i cant stand people feelin sorry for themselves when there are others in far deeper holes than the ones they're in. For the love of God, take your eyes of yourself at times will ya, self-indulgence has a limit!!!!!
This song by the Eagles certainly drives home the point i wish to make, hope those folks get it. And ya, i'm not targetin anyone with these posts, they're just ideas or random thoughts my mind conjures and the blog's a good place to share 'em.

Eagles :: Get Over It

I turn on the tube and what do I see
A whole lotta people cryin dont blame me
They point their crooked little fingers at everybody else
Spend all their time feelin sorry for themselves
Victim of this, victim of that
Your mommas too thin; your daddys too fat

Get over it
Get over it
All this whinin and cryin and pitchin a fit
Get over it, get over it

You say you havent been the same since you had your little crash
But you might feel better if I gave you some cash
The more I think about it, old billy was right
Lets kill all the lawyers, kill em tonight
You dont want to work, you want to live like a king
But the big, bad world doesnt owe you a thing

Get over it
Get over it
If you dont want to play, then you might as well split
Get over it, get over it

Its like going to confession every time I hear you speak
Youre makin the most of your losin streak
Some call it sick, but I call it weak
You drag it around like a ball and chain
You wallow in the guilt; you wallow in the pain
You wave it like a flag, you wear it like a crown
Got your mind in the gutter, bringin everybody down
You Bitch about the present and blame it on the past
Id like to find your inner child and kick its little ass

Get over it
Get over it
All this bitchin and moanin and pitchin a fit
Get over it, get over it

Get over it
Get over it
Its gotta stop sometime, so why dont you quit
Get over it, get over it

Vishal Mhaske :: The Cool Dude

Noticeable mostly by his short curly hair & total indifference to worry. Dont know what he's doin in a place like Agnels. Anyways here's a short bio on one of the coolest guys you'll ever meet. Just his college routine, nothin else. It Follows below ::
College begins, but aforementioned dude is nowhere to be seen. A couple o weeks later, Mr. realises that his attendance is low and must cover up. Zhaou man, through sheer will-power & some nifty calci-work , figures out how many lectures he gotta attend, grits his teeth, sits through 'em and wouldn't u know it!!? Dude's got an attendance of 75-80%. Killer man, killer. Later, come submissions, and our man has gotten through one, at the most, two subjects in the prelims. However, Zhaou man, steers through all the re-tests, vivas & other shit the profs throw at him & finishes submisions on par with the others (I mean my class by the others).
Oh yeah, another Vishal trait, pre-P.L Veeshall doesn't know a thing about his subjects, but come exam time and he knows 'em inside out, and the bitch gets a first class every Sem (wid the exception of the 1st i think). Only area where his case gets taken is the term work. He loses out on that big time. Would've made the nerds feel like horseshit if he'd got those in hand. Tough luck dude, you should've gone to R.A.I.T , then you'd really kick butt. Besides that, dude's got a karizma, a PSP, a Credit Card & wants to be a doctor. Yeah, he's cool....cheers dude!!!

Writer's Block

Dont know why this is happenin, but i seem to be goin through what they call as a "Writers Block". Just cant get myself to, or dont, have anythin to post. Well, taking a cue from the great Bono who says "Know the truth, and the truth will set you free" , i post a song from U2's October summing up my current mood. Coz its the truth & maybe it'll do the trick. Lets see, only time will tell. BTW a couple of the lines have been re-written to suit my taste.

I try to end this line.
I try to stand up.
But I can't find my feet.
I try, I try to speak up.
But only in you I'm complete.

Gloria, in Te Domine
Gloria, exultate

Oh lord, stir me shake me.
Awaken in me my spirit again.

I try to end this line.
I try to get in, But I can't find the door.
The door is open.
You're standing there, Let me in.
Gloria, Gloria

Oh Lord, if I have anything, anything at all, I'll give it to you.
Gloria, Gloria

How Do They Do it??

Man this is one thing that baffles me everytime i think about it. How could the Indian team blow up their chances of a series win in S.A? After a killer performance in the first test and being in strong positions in both the 2nd & 3rd tests, the team suddenly decides to screw up and throws away the series. And this is not the first time, i remember numerous instances of the team crumblin under pressure. Maybe its not the skill tht they're lackin but it is the attitude that sucks. Look at countries like Australia,S.A and any of the other big countries in cricket or sport for that matter. They've produced countless amazin athletes and players who always come good when needed. Maybe its somethin about the culture and upbringing that they have?? Think we need a change from our stereotypical, regimented and conservative culture. I mean, right from childhood, we are forced to trod down this narrrow and barren path and are supposed to stay on it forever. Taking the road less travelled is strictly for fools!! they say. Dreams and living them are simply reserved for the "chosen" few. How are we supposed to shine with thinking like this?? And the worst of it all, most people go through this zombie walk thinkin its jus normal and thats what they're supposed to do. Cmon man, your not a machine, in fact, u have one, its called the BRAIN and your supposed to use it!!! Maybe that swhat they need to teach us in schools, how to use the brain..... That may be what the Indian team needs to do......friggin morons!!! .................Huh, weird post this is, i start with the Indian Cricket team and end on the brain(???!!!) Maybe its my brain that needs a checkup....or maybe??...........balls, i'm just bored!!!!!!!!!!