sound : Exiles - King Crimson
is it just me or does jo ratzinger/benedict xvi look a lot like sir anthony hopkins as Dr Hannibal Lector in silence of the lambs/red dragon/ hannibal?....
"I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chiante...."
peacerespectempathy
4.18.2005
Jammin'
sound : Book Of Saturday - King Crimson
i went on a circuit around MG road in cochin... frankly speaking, of what i saw... cochin isn't all that it's hyped up to be... agreed i didn't go anywhere but hey... it didn't seem all too interesting in my eyes...
at first i went to music world... it was 9 in the morning and music world was closed... they said they'd open at 10, so i think to myself, "why not go for a walk?"... so i walk down the road, all the while getting sared at.... i walk into this bookstore (don't remember the name) and look around... the ac is busted so it's boiling in there... not to forget the fact that it's a million degrees outside... the shop was kinda small but they had a lot of good books... as usual i ask for Anthony Keidis' "Scar Tissue", they've never heard of it.... well i'm just browsing and i see "holy blood, holy grail"... ii'm thniking why not but then i realise i need to hit music world... i walk all the way back to music world and you know what?... it's still closed... i look around and i see a planet m across the road... and it was open!... i go there and look around... cd prices have gon down in india... last time i was here they were 550 bucks a cd... right now they're 390.... now thats real nice... plus planet m has all the good stuff... cream, zeppelin, the who, king crimson... everything... good stuff... i bought king crimson's "Larks' Tounges In Aspic"... it was only 290 bucks!... the 30th anniversary, 24 bit remaster...
then i walk all the way to manuel industries in my never-ending search for a slide and a capo.... they had slides alright... but for hawaiian guitar, not finger slides... and i didnt like their capo... what the heck, i sat down and started fooling around with their guitars... there was this 12 string that i kinda liked... just Rs 1950.... i was playing around with a spanish guitar when this big, australian guy comes up to me and asks me if i play... he was there buying traditional indian instruments for his collection and stuff... he picks yup a guitar and we both played stairway together... after tht he took his stuff and left... the cool thing is that through this whole thing we didnt bother finding out the others' names... we spoke about zeppelin and crimson and clapton and bowie and stuff (this guy was oldish... about 50 or something).... thats how we got to playing stairway... he was way better than me though... none-the less, it was cool....
i guess i've had one of those things known as a good day... it's been so long since i've had one....
PS: i'm trying to download MSN messenger here... the connection is really fucked up, it gets disconnected every half hour... as soon as i get it i'll let everyone know....
PPS: i'll post a review of "Larks' Toungue in Aspic" as soon as i listen to it...
peacerespectempathy
i went on a circuit around MG road in cochin... frankly speaking, of what i saw... cochin isn't all that it's hyped up to be... agreed i didn't go anywhere but hey... it didn't seem all too interesting in my eyes...
at first i went to music world... it was 9 in the morning and music world was closed... they said they'd open at 10, so i think to myself, "why not go for a walk?"... so i walk down the road, all the while getting sared at.... i walk into this bookstore (don't remember the name) and look around... the ac is busted so it's boiling in there... not to forget the fact that it's a million degrees outside... the shop was kinda small but they had a lot of good books... as usual i ask for Anthony Keidis' "Scar Tissue", they've never heard of it.... well i'm just browsing and i see "holy blood, holy grail"... ii'm thniking why not but then i realise i need to hit music world... i walk all the way back to music world and you know what?... it's still closed... i look around and i see a planet m across the road... and it was open!... i go there and look around... cd prices have gon down in india... last time i was here they were 550 bucks a cd... right now they're 390.... now thats real nice... plus planet m has all the good stuff... cream, zeppelin, the who, king crimson... everything... good stuff... i bought king crimson's "Larks' Tounges In Aspic"... it was only 290 bucks!... the 30th anniversary, 24 bit remaster...
then i walk all the way to manuel industries in my never-ending search for a slide and a capo.... they had slides alright... but for hawaiian guitar, not finger slides... and i didnt like their capo... what the heck, i sat down and started fooling around with their guitars... there was this 12 string that i kinda liked... just Rs 1950.... i was playing around with a spanish guitar when this big, australian guy comes up to me and asks me if i play... he was there buying traditional indian instruments for his collection and stuff... he picks yup a guitar and we both played stairway together... after tht he took his stuff and left... the cool thing is that through this whole thing we didnt bother finding out the others' names... we spoke about zeppelin and crimson and clapton and bowie and stuff (this guy was oldish... about 50 or something).... thats how we got to playing stairway... he was way better than me though... none-the less, it was cool....
i guess i've had one of those things known as a good day... it's been so long since i've had one....
PS: i'm trying to download MSN messenger here... the connection is really fucked up, it gets disconnected every half hour... as soon as i get it i'll let everyone know....
PPS: i'll post a review of "Larks' Toungue in Aspic" as soon as i listen to it...
peacerespectempathy
4.17.2005
an update
sound : i'm listening to the rocks grow...
something i forgot to mention in my first post from malluland... this will totally destroy arun's and ajnu's theories of my supposed "hotness"... this happened in the sharjah airport... i had my guitar in it's gig-bag and it was slung around my back... i whacked this lady with it while i was pulling it up... i seriously didn't see her... i went like, "whoa! sorry 'bout that!" and she was all pissed off... she said something like "watch where you're going." and i think she called me a dumbass... i'm not too sure what it was but there was something that she said after she told me to watch where i was going.... i think it was dumbass.... i'm not too sure about that... must have been something worse because i seriously whacked her in the face with the guitar... she must have been pissed...
heh heh heh... i'm the clumsy love-god!...
peacerespectempathy
something i forgot to mention in my first post from malluland... this will totally destroy arun's and ajnu's theories of my supposed "hotness"... this happened in the sharjah airport... i had my guitar in it's gig-bag and it was slung around my back... i whacked this lady with it while i was pulling it up... i seriously didn't see her... i went like, "whoa! sorry 'bout that!" and she was all pissed off... she said something like "watch where you're going." and i think she called me a dumbass... i'm not too sure what it was but there was something that she said after she told me to watch where i was going.... i think it was dumbass.... i'm not too sure about that... must have been something worse because i seriously whacked her in the face with the guitar... she must have been pissed...
heh heh heh... i'm the clumsy love-god!...
peacerespectempathy
4.16.2005
Heil Kaiser!
sound : nothing!
this is what happens when you force somebody to wake up at the most un-god-dudely hours to go to church... i wore my t-shirt upside down and i didn't realise it till the ending of mass... and the mass was looooooong!... and i dont mean just long i mean fucking forever man... the priest dragged everything... he sang the mass and it didnt even sound melodious or anything... and the songs... "ouch baby! very ouch!"... there was this guy who sang like a dying jack-ass... literally... he was braying like his life depended on it... i know i can't sing but hey... i could sing a hindi song and make it sound better than that guy singing his hymn.... man....
why did i have to go?... cos my grandma would have a coronary if she were to know that i don't have faith... these people are so lost in their tiny little worlds that they don't realise that there are ways of living unlike theirs...
the place is beautiful, no doubt about that... today, i took a walk along the river bank and sat down at a bunch of stairs... i put my feet into the water and sat there for like a half hour just thinking and looking around... it felt real nice... all it lacked was some ambient music.... i miss music... i plan on frequenting the spot... atleast there i get some microbial amount of privacy....
my plan to teach myself metallica's "nothing else matters" has been put on hold for a while... i don't have the album version and i dont have anyplace to listen to and play the song.... and not to forget, o privacy what-so ever.... i got my cousins over... tres annoyeux!.... i can't even play guitar anymore... and if i try, they come and start staring... agreed that's normal behaviour but hey.... i need my "alone time"....
for dumping my "nothing else matters" project i plan on taking on a new one... i plan on trying to train the mongrel thats tied up near the chicken coop.... it's the most chicken-hearted dog in the world... not to mention lazy.... the thing hates to move off it's place... and it shies away from people... everybody here calls it just "patti" but i heard mariam aunty named in Kaiser... a strong german tough dog name for this worm of a mongrel... how ironic.... it's still scared of me... but i guess i can make it get over that (i think its because i growled at it when it barked at me... hmm...) i plan on removing the ticks sticking to it's left ear, thereby getting into its good books as a good human (how rare is that?... a good human) who is also the leader of the pack... i guess the latter is already true because it shoves it's tail between it's legs and flattens it's ears each time i go near it.... give me time... i can make a respectable mongrel out of it yet....
there's two good things about kerala though... firstly, i feel kinda inspired... maybe it's the greenery... maybe it's all the thinking i've been able to do when i go for my walks... but i feel inspired... but the problem is that i do not have enough privacy for creation... i don't like having people looking over my shoulder all the time... makes me feel claustrophobic.... right now i'm lucky.. everybody's gone for a wedding (yuck!) and my cousins have gone for a movie... it's just my aunt (asleep), akshay (watching tv... he respects my privacy) and i.... secondly, i'm watching "that '70s show" daily"... not having sta world in jeddah i hadn't watched it i months... now i watch it daily...
heh heh heh.... hilarious stuff...
i'm thinking of going to the city to get myself a book... something good... a thinker... and then, i go to my spot on the river bank and read....
that's a good idea...
peacerespectempathy
this is what happens when you force somebody to wake up at the most un-god-dudely hours to go to church... i wore my t-shirt upside down and i didn't realise it till the ending of mass... and the mass was looooooong!... and i dont mean just long i mean fucking forever man... the priest dragged everything... he sang the mass and it didnt even sound melodious or anything... and the songs... "ouch baby! very ouch!"... there was this guy who sang like a dying jack-ass... literally... he was braying like his life depended on it... i know i can't sing but hey... i could sing a hindi song and make it sound better than that guy singing his hymn.... man....
why did i have to go?... cos my grandma would have a coronary if she were to know that i don't have faith... these people are so lost in their tiny little worlds that they don't realise that there are ways of living unlike theirs...
the place is beautiful, no doubt about that... today, i took a walk along the river bank and sat down at a bunch of stairs... i put my feet into the water and sat there for like a half hour just thinking and looking around... it felt real nice... all it lacked was some ambient music.... i miss music... i plan on frequenting the spot... atleast there i get some microbial amount of privacy....
my plan to teach myself metallica's "nothing else matters" has been put on hold for a while... i don't have the album version and i dont have anyplace to listen to and play the song.... and not to forget, o privacy what-so ever.... i got my cousins over... tres annoyeux!.... i can't even play guitar anymore... and if i try, they come and start staring... agreed that's normal behaviour but hey.... i need my "alone time"....
for dumping my "nothing else matters" project i plan on taking on a new one... i plan on trying to train the mongrel thats tied up near the chicken coop.... it's the most chicken-hearted dog in the world... not to mention lazy.... the thing hates to move off it's place... and it shies away from people... everybody here calls it just "patti" but i heard mariam aunty named in Kaiser... a strong german tough dog name for this worm of a mongrel... how ironic.... it's still scared of me... but i guess i can make it get over that (i think its because i growled at it when it barked at me... hmm...) i plan on removing the ticks sticking to it's left ear, thereby getting into its good books as a good human (how rare is that?... a good human) who is also the leader of the pack... i guess the latter is already true because it shoves it's tail between it's legs and flattens it's ears each time i go near it.... give me time... i can make a respectable mongrel out of it yet....
there's two good things about kerala though... firstly, i feel kinda inspired... maybe it's the greenery... maybe it's all the thinking i've been able to do when i go for my walks... but i feel inspired... but the problem is that i do not have enough privacy for creation... i don't like having people looking over my shoulder all the time... makes me feel claustrophobic.... right now i'm lucky.. everybody's gone for a wedding (yuck!) and my cousins have gone for a movie... it's just my aunt (asleep), akshay (watching tv... he respects my privacy) and i.... secondly, i'm watching "that '70s show" daily"... not having sta world in jeddah i hadn't watched it i months... now i watch it daily...
Hyde:
"Guys, you know what God's greatest creation is?
... Boobs man!"
Fez:
"Yeah...heh heh heh
And then God said,
"Let there be boobs!"
And it was good"
heh heh heh.... hilarious stuff...
i'm thinking of going to the city to get myself a book... something good... a thinker... and then, i go to my spot on the river bank and read....
that's a good idea...
peacerespectempathy
4.15.2005
"My Gucci's are frickin' magical dude!!!"
sound : Time - Pink Floyd
i'm here... i'm in kerala... chirakadavu to be exact... how am i?... surrounded by bugs, cursing at the gods of electricity, praying to the god(esse)s of music... fine, i guess...
the journey was good... yeah... had a small chat with one of the stewardesses on the flight from sharjah to bombay about me being the entertainment for the flight... told her that i might, just for her... that made her smile... then the two days at bombay were good... actually, one of those days was awesome... got t out of her school and spent the day with her... she's still all good but never got the time for a proper one-on-one... always had the folks and akshay around... but it was awesome... felt nice to have t around... she's like sunshine... yeah... sunshine... and me... i was the flower basking i her radiance.... i love that kid....
then there's his grand uncle of mine in bombay... we call him zacari uncle... before we entered his house, mama was like, "avi, you'll like this guy."... i was sceptical...the first glimpse i see of him is him sitting on his chair reading "The Alchemist"!... he was real cool... reads a ton of books... quotes poetry and shakespeare.... is a major '50s fan... he considers marilyn monroe a goddess... we sat and watched monroe's "Niagara"... frankly speaking... i kinda liked the movie... then he played some sinatra while we talked and had lunch.... he can sing too... he's all '50s... a real cool guy... he has an awesome dvd collection (think psycho, pygmallion, fiddler on the roof and a ton of marilyn monroe movies) and listens to great music... frank sinatra, simon and garfunkel and bob dylan to name a few... then when we were leaving he gave me a dvd... al pacino's "taxi driver"!!!... he said he knew that it was my type of movie!... and thanks to me being in malluland, there's no way on earth that i can play it here...none-the less, i was touched... this guy's met me just once in my life (not counting the time when i was 5 or 4 or something) and we connect... why didn't i meet him earlier?... he gave me his email address and told me to write him... and i will... now that's a cool old guy...
on the trip from bombay to malluland... well, i slept through the whole flight... didnt bother talking with the stewardess on my part of the plane cos she was all middle-aged and flabby and grumpy and stuff... sheesh!... was looking around at the duty free at the bombay (what kind of a name is mumbhai?.. i hate it... i prefer bombay) airport and the two girls who work in it come up to me and start a conversation... i was in awe of myself... i was never such a good flirt but there, i ruled!... hell yeah... while standing in the line i got to thinking... me: fat, short and ugly... the girls at the duty free: nice, sweet, sugar-and-spice-and-everything-nice types.... why was it that they came up to me... what in god-dude's holy name made them get the idea that they wanted to know my name and where im from and where i study and stuff... then it struck me... the answer was that simple... the answer was right there on the tip of my nose (quite literally too)... my new glasses!!!!... my glasses are magical without a doubt... it managed to convert a girl repellant fat-dude into an interesting love-god!... ok, i'm goin' way ahead of myself there... but yeah... i may not be a love-god but i'm better off than being a girl-repellor.... my gucci's are frickin' magical dude!!!
home-sickness is kinda new to me... i may have studied in boardingschool since i was ten years old but the closest i've ever come to home-sickness was missing my parents in the first two weeks of school in the sixth grade... i never was much of a home person... i asked and left home at age ten... but now... it's different... its nopt my folks i'm missing... no... its other people... i miss jeddah... i miss the people in jeddah... i miss every one of them... my dearest friends arun, ajnu, tina, akhil, neet, joel, jaimie... the older people: alex unc, joji nt, thankachen unc, susan nt, chachen, sunil unc, etc... even the little kids... aswati, neha, veni, shedda and lots more.... the love i feel for these human beings is so much... i guess its the closest i can get to paolo coehlo's description of agape... agape being the love that consumes, agape being the finality of eros and philos.... the all-consuming love... yes, this is what i feel for these people... agape... i controlled myself from crying at home the day before leaving but i couldnt help mysself in the aiport... i didn't cry out loud but i let my tears flow freely... it felt good in a bitter-sweet sorta way... all of us standing around hugging each other and crying in a way of just sharing our love for each other... that is the purest form of love... when you can open your hearts and your souls to a group of people... that is philos... it is with philos that people heal themselves during group therapies... that is exactly what it is... philos... people baring their souls to other people who in turn bare their's to you.... this is the purest and most beautiful form of love that i have ever experienced in my as-yet short, pointless, inexperienced existance on this realm...for all of you who have been there for me, i love you... for those that are my true friends, i love you...
the iPod is available in bombay... well not legally but smuggled... what the hell though... the thing is available sans any taxes... the shuffle is just Rs. 5200!!!... all this when i dont have any money.... yeah, i didn't get a discman yet.... i feel musically starved... right now i'm listening to pink floyd on these fucked up speakers on the pc....
i miss my friends... i miss home... i hate malluland... theres never any electricity and im constantly covered by a three inch layer of bugs....
i miss my friends....
i hate malluland...
peacerespectempathy
i'm here... i'm in kerala... chirakadavu to be exact... how am i?... surrounded by bugs, cursing at the gods of electricity, praying to the god(esse)s of music... fine, i guess...
the journey was good... yeah... had a small chat with one of the stewardesses on the flight from sharjah to bombay about me being the entertainment for the flight... told her that i might, just for her... that made her smile... then the two days at bombay were good... actually, one of those days was awesome... got t out of her school and spent the day with her... she's still all good but never got the time for a proper one-on-one... always had the folks and akshay around... but it was awesome... felt nice to have t around... she's like sunshine... yeah... sunshine... and me... i was the flower basking i her radiance.... i love that kid....
then there's his grand uncle of mine in bombay... we call him zacari uncle... before we entered his house, mama was like, "avi, you'll like this guy."... i was sceptical...the first glimpse i see of him is him sitting on his chair reading "The Alchemist"!... he was real cool... reads a ton of books... quotes poetry and shakespeare.... is a major '50s fan... he considers marilyn monroe a goddess... we sat and watched monroe's "Niagara"... frankly speaking... i kinda liked the movie... then he played some sinatra while we talked and had lunch.... he can sing too... he's all '50s... a real cool guy... he has an awesome dvd collection (think psycho, pygmallion, fiddler on the roof and a ton of marilyn monroe movies) and listens to great music... frank sinatra, simon and garfunkel and bob dylan to name a few... then when we were leaving he gave me a dvd... al pacino's "taxi driver"!!!... he said he knew that it was my type of movie!... and thanks to me being in malluland, there's no way on earth that i can play it here...none-the less, i was touched... this guy's met me just once in my life (not counting the time when i was 5 or 4 or something) and we connect... why didn't i meet him earlier?... he gave me his email address and told me to write him... and i will... now that's a cool old guy...
on the trip from bombay to malluland... well, i slept through the whole flight... didnt bother talking with the stewardess on my part of the plane cos she was all middle-aged and flabby and grumpy and stuff... sheesh!... was looking around at the duty free at the bombay (what kind of a name is mumbhai?.. i hate it... i prefer bombay) airport and the two girls who work in it come up to me and start a conversation... i was in awe of myself... i was never such a good flirt but there, i ruled!... hell yeah... while standing in the line i got to thinking... me: fat, short and ugly... the girls at the duty free: nice, sweet, sugar-and-spice-and-everything-nice types.... why was it that they came up to me... what in god-dude's holy name made them get the idea that they wanted to know my name and where im from and where i study and stuff... then it struck me... the answer was that simple... the answer was right there on the tip of my nose (quite literally too)... my new glasses!!!!... my glasses are magical without a doubt... it managed to convert a girl repellant fat-dude into an interesting love-god!... ok, i'm goin' way ahead of myself there... but yeah... i may not be a love-god but i'm better off than being a girl-repellor.... my gucci's are frickin' magical dude!!!
home-sickness is kinda new to me... i may have studied in boardingschool since i was ten years old but the closest i've ever come to home-sickness was missing my parents in the first two weeks of school in the sixth grade... i never was much of a home person... i asked and left home at age ten... but now... it's different... its nopt my folks i'm missing... no... its other people... i miss jeddah... i miss the people in jeddah... i miss every one of them... my dearest friends arun, ajnu, tina, akhil, neet, joel, jaimie... the older people: alex unc, joji nt, thankachen unc, susan nt, chachen, sunil unc, etc... even the little kids... aswati, neha, veni, shedda and lots more.... the love i feel for these human beings is so much... i guess its the closest i can get to paolo coehlo's description of agape... agape being the love that consumes, agape being the finality of eros and philos.... the all-consuming love... yes, this is what i feel for these people... agape... i controlled myself from crying at home the day before leaving but i couldnt help mysself in the aiport... i didn't cry out loud but i let my tears flow freely... it felt good in a bitter-sweet sorta way... all of us standing around hugging each other and crying in a way of just sharing our love for each other... that is the purest form of love... when you can open your hearts and your souls to a group of people... that is philos... it is with philos that people heal themselves during group therapies... that is exactly what it is... philos... people baring their souls to other people who in turn bare their's to you.... this is the purest and most beautiful form of love that i have ever experienced in my as-yet short, pointless, inexperienced existance on this realm...for all of you who have been there for me, i love you... for those that are my true friends, i love you...
the iPod is available in bombay... well not legally but smuggled... what the hell though... the thing is available sans any taxes... the shuffle is just Rs. 5200!!!... all this when i dont have any money.... yeah, i didn't get a discman yet.... i feel musically starved... right now i'm listening to pink floyd on these fucked up speakers on the pc....
i miss my friends... i miss home... i hate malluland... theres never any electricity and im constantly covered by a three inch layer of bugs....
i miss my friends....
i hate malluland...
peacerespectempathy
4.08.2005
Where has all the happiness gone?
sound : The Times They Are A-Changing - Bob Dylan
Where has all the happiness gone?... i am surrounded by gloom... ajnu is really moody... akhil's all confused... he's happy about neet being here but there's something bothering him... me, i'm just plain pissed....
neet came today, and along with her there's her unending happiness (how does she do it?)... she's like a breath of fresh air in this smog of our collective despair... what the fuck happened to all the happy kids that we were?... why oh why do we all moan and complain?.... where has all the happiness gone?...
why is adolescance synonimous with moodiness and depression?... why should we all HAVE to know the paths of our lives at twenty?... where did all those happy, smiling faces go?... all those dreams and visions of paradise?... where they all fake?... what has become of us?.... where did the dreamers in us go?... is it just me, or do dreams never ever come true nowadays?....
where did all that vitality and pride go?.... where is all that excitement that all the kids had possessed?... where did our easter bunnies and santa clauses and jesus christs go?... where are our pillars?... who are our rocks?... and whatever did happen to our parental bonds?....
where did our constancy go?... where do our lives lead us to?... do we even have something better out there?... where did the truth go?... where are all of our dreams and hopes gone?... where are our beliefs?....
maybe we'll find all that we've lost and be the perfect adult... or maybe (and most likely) it'll be that we forget our individuality... we'll turn into that we despise... the onset of adulthood in not marked by the growth of facial hair or pubic hair or even academic merit... no, i believe that adulthood is attained when we either lose our every shred of individuality and turn into another mindless bum or when we accept our quirks and differences and let our innner child(ren) grow into a unique individual.... most of us go the way of the ignoramus, the every-person.... i just hope that i dont....
but back to the main point...
Where has all the happiness gone?
peacerespectempathy
Where has all the happiness gone?... i am surrounded by gloom... ajnu is really moody... akhil's all confused... he's happy about neet being here but there's something bothering him... me, i'm just plain pissed....
neet came today, and along with her there's her unending happiness (how does she do it?)... she's like a breath of fresh air in this smog of our collective despair... what the fuck happened to all the happy kids that we were?... why oh why do we all moan and complain?.... where has all the happiness gone?...
why is adolescance synonimous with moodiness and depression?... why should we all HAVE to know the paths of our lives at twenty?... where did all those happy, smiling faces go?... all those dreams and visions of paradise?... where they all fake?... what has become of us?.... where did the dreamers in us go?... is it just me, or do dreams never ever come true nowadays?....
Come mothers and fathers throughout the land,
And dont criticize what you can't understand.
Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command
Your own road is rapidly aging-
For the times they are a-changing.
where did all that vitality and pride go?.... where is all that excitement that all the kids had possessed?... where did our easter bunnies and santa clauses and jesus christs go?... where are our pillars?... who are our rocks?... and whatever did happen to our parental bonds?....
where did our constancy go?... where do our lives lead us to?... do we even have something better out there?... where did the truth go?... where are all of our dreams and hopes gone?... where are our beliefs?....
maybe we'll find all that we've lost and be the perfect adult... or maybe (and most likely) it'll be that we forget our individuality... we'll turn into that we despise... the onset of adulthood in not marked by the growth of facial hair or pubic hair or even academic merit... no, i believe that adulthood is attained when we either lose our every shred of individuality and turn into another mindless bum or when we accept our quirks and differences and let our innner child(ren) grow into a unique individual.... most of us go the way of the ignoramus, the every-person.... i just hope that i dont....
but back to the main point...
Where has all the happiness gone?
peacerespectempathy
4.07.2005
"The baffled king composing hallelujah..."
sound : Hallelujah - Jeff Buckley
i feel choked.... no air passes through my throat... i'm strangled by this feeling of total helplessness... agreed that i want to leave this shit-hole... but its the people... i'll miss everybody... i was supposed to type out individual goodbyes but i doubt that i'm strong enough for something that final.... i did a few back in january... but i can't do it now... not again... not now.... i know i'm gonna drown in the cliche-ness of the following statement, but it's true none the less... i'm drowning in loneliness... as neil diamond put it.... "I'm a solitary man."... all that we (that being aj, akhil and i) had planned out for the last few days of mine in Saudi Arabia hasen't worked out as planned... everybody's had their shit to deal with.... it ain't fair....
the worst thing is that i'm gonna have to leave all these kids behind... arun reminded me of things which i havent even thought about... amongst us... my major connection with these kids was music... i was the music person... i was the one who helped in skewing the musical tastes of these kids... and i'm proud of it.... i love it that there are kids here who listen to radiohead, a perfect circle and led zeppelin.....
its like what arun said... every sound you hear is connected to some memory... every memory is in turn connected to its own emotion... its these smotions that drive us... we are all emotive entities... more or less similar to instinctive animals but (i doubt it) far more superior intelectually...
murphy's law has this really fucked up way of not screwing up on itself... its foolproof... its incredible how murphster's law manages to mess up each and every plan that we've ever concieved, yet, it doesnt pull off a Wile E and fall down a cliff.... murph-man always reigns... we gotta make a law against the law, murphy's law that is.... none of our plans have worked out... and i mean none...zilch.. nada... abso-fuckin'-lutely nothing... all our plans... watching movies together, me cooking something for everybody, pigging out at pizza hut (well, that was my fault actually... i got all senti-mental and stuff)... the truth is... nothing went according to plan...
oh yeah... neet arrives here today... and i leave the day after... i am god-dude's little chew toy....
i'm still posponing my goodbyes... i doubt if i can stay straight faced through it... i cant help it... i am a frickin virgo...
DAMN! i hate my feminine side.....
peacerespectempathy
i feel choked.... no air passes through my throat... i'm strangled by this feeling of total helplessness... agreed that i want to leave this shit-hole... but its the people... i'll miss everybody... i was supposed to type out individual goodbyes but i doubt that i'm strong enough for something that final.... i did a few back in january... but i can't do it now... not again... not now.... i know i'm gonna drown in the cliche-ness of the following statement, but it's true none the less... i'm drowning in loneliness... as neil diamond put it.... "I'm a solitary man."... all that we (that being aj, akhil and i) had planned out for the last few days of mine in Saudi Arabia hasen't worked out as planned... everybody's had their shit to deal with.... it ain't fair....
the worst thing is that i'm gonna have to leave all these kids behind... arun reminded me of things which i havent even thought about... amongst us... my major connection with these kids was music... i was the music person... i was the one who helped in skewing the musical tastes of these kids... and i'm proud of it.... i love it that there are kids here who listen to radiohead, a perfect circle and led zeppelin.....
its like what arun said... every sound you hear is connected to some memory... every memory is in turn connected to its own emotion... its these smotions that drive us... we are all emotive entities... more or less similar to instinctive animals but (i doubt it) far more superior intelectually...
murphy's law has this really fucked up way of not screwing up on itself... its foolproof... its incredible how murphster's law manages to mess up each and every plan that we've ever concieved, yet, it doesnt pull off a Wile E and fall down a cliff.... murph-man always reigns... we gotta make a law against the law, murphy's law that is.... none of our plans have worked out... and i mean none...zilch.. nada... abso-fuckin'-lutely nothing... all our plans... watching movies together, me cooking something for everybody, pigging out at pizza hut (well, that was my fault actually... i got all senti-mental and stuff)... the truth is... nothing went according to plan...
oh yeah... neet arrives here today... and i leave the day after... i am god-dude's little chew toy....
i'm still posponing my goodbyes... i doubt if i can stay straight faced through it... i cant help it... i am a frickin virgo...
DAMN! i hate my feminine side.....
peacerespectempathy
4.03.2005
Words of wisdom...
sound : We Didn't Start The Fire - Billy Joel
...from a daily planner:
heh heh heh..... let me go and "lisent to the olders"...
peacerespectempathy
...from a daily planner:
man i love cheap, pulp-philosophy.... it makes me feel so god-damn happy...DO BEST
OR
LEAVE IT
Lisent to the olders
their stories
will reduce to
successful lesones
They have a strong effect
that make everything
& every one admire
with them......
be like the flowers
Take your
position
and then
START IT
Look to the
essential
of things
Then decide
heh heh heh..... let me go and "lisent to the olders"...
peacerespectempathy
4.01.2005
It' starts...
sound : Like A Rolling Stone - Bob Dylan
it's struck me... no, not struck me... i feel like i've been whacked with a mallet.... shit... only eight more days left... and after that i leave saudi arabia for good... i guess i've been putting off blogging the past few days because it's too tough to blog... there's just so much to say....
kairali was nice... me and akhil didnt sleep the whole night... we sat up talking and stuff... got eaten alive by mosquitoes... went for a swim at 7:30 in the morning... the usual.... it was the end of the thing that was cool... there was a small water-fight that broke out... actualy it started amongst the girls but me being me, i picked up a bottle and drenched aarya (whom i've managed to convert into a u2 fan)... then the whole thing broke out... me and akhil against aarya, heena and lini.... akhil is evil!.... heh heh heh.... we make a good team... we reached home at like 4 in the evening and i went to sleep at six... i got up at 1:47 in the morning and here i am, online... i can't sleep....
damn... that was my last kairali... ever...
i got myself new glasses a few days back... i love em... they're actually gucci shades but i've put powered lenses on them... i can just see the reactions on the faces of the people in malluland... heh heh heh....
eight more days... there's still so much to do... so much to pack... i havent moved a thing in my room....
every night there's dinner somewhere or the other... i've eaten so much the past week that i doubt i can eat anymore...
there are so many more goodbyes to say.. so many more things i want to say and do before i leave.... i'm delaying the goodbyes because it seems so damn final.... but the things i have to say and do... i need to... and fast....
EIGHT DAYS AND COUNTING...
peacerespectempathy
it's struck me... no, not struck me... i feel like i've been whacked with a mallet.... shit... only eight more days left... and after that i leave saudi arabia for good... i guess i've been putting off blogging the past few days because it's too tough to blog... there's just so much to say....
kairali was nice... me and akhil didnt sleep the whole night... we sat up talking and stuff... got eaten alive by mosquitoes... went for a swim at 7:30 in the morning... the usual.... it was the end of the thing that was cool... there was a small water-fight that broke out... actualy it started amongst the girls but me being me, i picked up a bottle and drenched aarya (whom i've managed to convert into a u2 fan)... then the whole thing broke out... me and akhil against aarya, heena and lini.... akhil is evil!.... heh heh heh.... we make a good team... we reached home at like 4 in the evening and i went to sleep at six... i got up at 1:47 in the morning and here i am, online... i can't sleep....
damn... that was my last kairali... ever...
i got myself new glasses a few days back... i love em... they're actually gucci shades but i've put powered lenses on them... i can just see the reactions on the faces of the people in malluland... heh heh heh....
eight more days... there's still so much to do... so much to pack... i havent moved a thing in my room....
every night there's dinner somewhere or the other... i've eaten so much the past week that i doubt i can eat anymore...
there are so many more goodbyes to say.. so many more things i want to say and do before i leave.... i'm delaying the goodbyes because it seems so damn final.... but the things i have to say and do... i need to... and fast....
EIGHT DAYS AND COUNTING...
peacerespectempathy
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