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Delhi Calling

Music: Mama I'm coming home - Ozzy After prolonged 6 months, I'm gonna be in Delhi tomorrow evening.....its gonna be a long vacation. Excitied to meet everyone.... Everyone means everyone. Did you get it :) Anyone wanna join in for a coffee w/wo cow milk, Beer, Pizzas, momos, wanna jammin incase you have an extra guitar, I not carrying mine this time or just wanna hangout somewhere call me on my delhi # 9868539117 my pune# 09923076236 I might also be hitting for a roadtrip to shivpuri for white water rafting. Lemme know incase anyone wanna club in. You can catch all the action happenin on my flickr photostream See u all in Deeeeelhi.

My Best foot forward

Music: Stairway to heaven I notice that when no one's looking, I occasionally dance a furtive step or two. That would make me a bathroom dancer. The bathroom, as we all know and do not admit, is the temple of all art. It is the one place that provides such security and comfort that inhibitions go gurgling down the drain. Look at me, for instance. I'm a bathroom singer and I'm a bathroom dancer. As a bathroom painter my fingers can't resist foggy mirrors. I'm a bathroom installation artist; my finely directed streams do things with naphthalene balls in urinals that Marcel Duchamp could only dream of. I'm even a bathroom toreador -- once on a trek, I was relieving myself on a grassy slope when a bull snorted, "That was my lunch, mister!" and charged at me. In fact, coming clean, I seem to be a whole academy of bathroom arts. Now that I'm out of the closet: anyone for a dance? I'm not very good, but I promise to put my best foot forward. And per...

The Movie..... and the emotion

Music: Angie - Rolling Stones I watched a hindi movie in a theatre after quite some time. There must be someone out there in the world whose favourite film is ' Fanaa ', but not me. Did any of you notice that all the dialoges written for Kajol's son (Rehan Jr.) were in 3rd Person. What a crap ! The autorickshaw driver halted at my gate, fished his wallet out to give me change. He had a picture of his wife there, a gentle reminder to me that we have lives outside our current roles. It helps to feel membership with that web of humanity, to quietly acknowledge our fragility and move on. I received the change with respect and affection.

Despondent ?

Music: I ain't a nice guy after all - Motorhead(Acoustic version) Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there, I do not sleep I am a thousand winds that blow I am the diamond that glints on snow I am the sunlight on ripened grain I am the gentle Autumn rain When you awaken in the morning hush I am the swift, uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight I am the stars that shine at night Do not stand at my grave and cry I am not there, I did not die... -American Indian verse