Somebody said keep the thoughts flowing....
I have been wanting to dig up some of my older writings (pre zeitgeist days) and put them up here. Working with the editorial board of the college magazine in third year was a lot of fun. We made a great team, shared great rapport and in the end, the magazine was worth the effort, thanks to all the meetings, the late evenings at the Press, followed by chai and bun masala at Timmys. Unfortunately, since 2002 was a bygone era, I do not have virtual copies of what I contributed, and my copy of the magazine is at home.
Some of the cruder concoctions of my cranium-ancient and amateurish attempts at Western Haiku ( replacing the 17 syllables with words)..go ahead, Laugh your guts out.
A busy day at its best.
No time to stare leave alone stop.
and then she had to smile.
Never would I have thought
I will meet her time and again
Maybe I should stop thinking.
Suave, steadfast and sure
She steals the show as she soars
Alliterations are amazing as always.
Hoping that history doesn't repeat itself,
Reminsicing Ratatouille:
Django: You Can't Change History
Remy: Change is History, Dad.
Hope'n
When I was small, Dad used to frequently travel around the country on work. The morning of his arrival was a mini carnival for M and me, anticipating gifts and goodies from his sojourns. Our earliest memories were him getting us fairy tale books (I still have them, bound and
treasured). Coimbatore trips brought back soan papdis, om podis and books. Calcutta meant
Rosgollas, Mistidhois and Mithais. Bhavnagar or Surat augured lots of attire for us. We grew up, dad travelled less and the excitement fizzled.
When I moved on from Ruston, I left behind a lot of my stuff to ease out burdensome travel as I
did an impromptu roadtrip across the country. I did get part of it a little while later, but it
was not until this week, thanks to that lovable woman, was I able to get the reminder. I honestly
forgot what I had left behind, vague memories of some books and clothes were hovering around but that was it.I have the bag in front of me, and a motley thought of curiosity, inquisitiveness and excitement blends in my head.
My flutes, My roller blades, My music-thank god. CDs, MP3,s and a lot of wacky junk I deem hearable. I was grinning from ear to ear. A lot of my books including an amazing transalation of the thirukkural I had picked up from the Chennai Book fair in Jan'06. A small statuete of Vinayaga and the Ashoka pillar, carved in wood along with a bronze OM figurine, bought at Sundari Silks in T Nagar. My Coudroy worker pants, which was incidentally the first piece of clothing I bought in this country..and it still fits. I have stories for each and everything I found in that bag.
As I pored into my bag and pondered, anticipation doesnt always hurt. The fact that I was unaware of what was in store, made me enjoy the moment even more. Tiny things trigger memories, some unwarranted albeit enjoyable. The best part is when thoughts concatenate, leading you through various backalleys of your mind. You're lost, its all good.
For some wierd reason, I have been humming U2's Beautiful Day since morning,
What you don't have you don't need it now
What you don't know you can feel it somehow
treasured). Coimbatore trips brought back soan papdis, om podis and books. Calcutta meant
Rosgollas, Mistidhois and Mithais. Bhavnagar or Surat augured lots of attire for us. We grew up, dad travelled less and the excitement fizzled.
When I moved on from Ruston, I left behind a lot of my stuff to ease out burdensome travel as I
did an impromptu roadtrip across the country. I did get part of it a little while later, but it
was not until this week, thanks to that lovable woman, was I able to get the reminder. I honestly
forgot what I had left behind, vague memories of some books and clothes were hovering around but that was it.I have the bag in front of me, and a motley thought of curiosity, inquisitiveness and excitement blends in my head.
My flutes, My roller blades, My music-thank god. CDs, MP3,s and a lot of wacky junk I deem hearable. I was grinning from ear to ear. A lot of my books including an amazing transalation of the thirukkural I had picked up from the Chennai Book fair in Jan'06. A small statuete of Vinayaga and the Ashoka pillar, carved in wood along with a bronze OM figurine, bought at Sundari Silks in T Nagar. My Coudroy worker pants, which was incidentally the first piece of clothing I bought in this country..and it still fits. I have stories for each and everything I found in that bag.
As I pored into my bag and pondered, anticipation doesnt always hurt. The fact that I was unaware of what was in store, made me enjoy the moment even more. Tiny things trigger memories, some unwarranted albeit enjoyable. The best part is when thoughts concatenate, leading you through various backalleys of your mind. You're lost, its all good.
For some wierd reason, I have been humming U2's Beautiful Day since morning,
What you don't have you don't need it now
What you don't know you can feel it somehow
More NYC Moments..
NYC is a shutter bug's delight. I am slowly falling prey to this city's scape's.
More captures on a busy Saturday and a warm Sunday.
More captures on a busy Saturday and a warm Sunday.
Three
I am walking. Its hot. Its very hot. I miss you.
Thanks to you,
I have made it to where I am supposed to be.
I have also made it to where I am not supposed to be, but wanted to be.
I have made it to places where I had to be.
Places that I havent been in 2 years were seen twice in a day.
End point, which was 2 and a half kilometers away, was just 2.5 kms.
The girl’s hostel never felt closer, the temple @ 7:30 PM a must everyday.
Kudremukh via Karkala, Mangalore on NH 17, Agumbe, turtle bay, Maravanthe, Hanging Bridge and Peacock Point…Manipal and Karnataka at the flick of my wrist.
My steed, My bike in shining armor, my splendor..You will be loved.
They call me...
Bond.
Shane Bond
Couldnt resist putting this one up.
Arguably one of the best of his kind. a rare yet resplendent kind. Long live fast bowling
Shane Bond
Couldnt resist putting this one up.
Arguably one of the best of his kind. a rare yet resplendent kind. Long live fast bowling
Aarabhi and Lord Shiva's Ornaments
The current song on my lips is vizhiyil un Vizhiyil from Kireedam (excuse moi for the regionalistic turn), this displaces Sahana and Kumaari (from Sivaji and Anniyan respectively) from the top of my favorite hum-worthy tunes.
Kumaari is a class act, Shankar Mahadevan, Harris Jayraj,Veena and the Mridangam create aural bliss. I did a little homework on this, and it turns out that this song is an amalgam of Aarabhi, Suddha Saveri and Saama raagams ( Since decoding the raaga involves a lot of intense hearing and speculations, there may be diverse opinions on this).
Aarabhi is the janya raaga of Sankarabaranam-Janya Raagas being derived from the fundamental set of 72 melkarta raagas. Aarabhi’s been around for a long time, dating back to 7th century AD.Sankarabaranam, which is considered the king of all raagams. The naatu swara saahityams, which are the ABC’s of carnatic music was composed in this raaga by Muthuswami Dikshithar.
Sankarabaranam means ornaments of Lord Shiva (Shankar-Lord Shiva and Aabaranam-Ornaments). The seven Swaras are featured in the seven ornaments of Lord ShivaSa-Sarpa (Snake)
Ri-RudrakshaGa– Ganga (The river Ganges which emerges from Lord Shiva’s head)
Ma-mriga (the tiger skin on which he sits)Pa– Pushpa (flower)
Da-Damuru or the udukkai (Lord Shiva’s instrument)
Ni-Nisakara ( The crescent moon)
Westward ahoy, the endearing “Doe a Deer..” from the Sound of Music is based on Sankarabaranam.
Potterheads alert!!
They have been spotted since July 22nd. You see them everywhere, Parks, bus stops, cafes, the trains, even staircases and rest rooms haven't been spared!!
Males and Females exhibit evident and similar characteristics, head down, nose buried in between 752 pages of a certain yellow jacketed book about the travails of a boy wizard. They show utter disregard to life in their vicinity and cling on to their books as if the world was to end that instant, if they remembered to lift their head and breathe.
Picture this..
5: 30 PM, a crowded compartment on the orange line..people clinging on to save their lives..Potterhead makes her entrance..3 bags in tow..one hand grabs the railing..the other hand fishes out HP 7, causing painful contact with innocent civilians hanging out beside her...disdaining eyecontact later, Potterhead gets into business.
12: 30 PM..lunch at work..bespectacled potterhead walking down the stairs, doing what he does best..not realizing that there only a finite flight...tumble and a fall later, potterhead is still in shape, book in hand.
Little did an unemployed mother in Edinburgh who commenced writing in December 2004 know that she would eventually change the course of the literary world. J.K. Rowling, during the same journey, You have created monsters.
Disclaimer: This wasnt to berate HP or HP fans around the world, JK Rowling has envisioned and presented a fantastic world to us. Enjoy the books and ensure you do not cause inconvenience to other denizens on this planet.
Males and Females exhibit evident and similar characteristics, head down, nose buried in between 752 pages of a certain yellow jacketed book about the travails of a boy wizard. They show utter disregard to life in their vicinity and cling on to their books as if the world was to end that instant, if they remembered to lift their head and breathe.
Picture this..
5: 30 PM, a crowded compartment on the orange line..people clinging on to save their lives..Potterhead makes her entrance..3 bags in tow..one hand grabs the railing..the other hand fishes out HP 7, causing painful contact with innocent civilians hanging out beside her...disdaining eyecontact later, Potterhead gets into business.
12: 30 PM..lunch at work..bespectacled potterhead walking down the stairs, doing what he does best..not realizing that there only a finite flight...tumble and a fall later, potterhead is still in shape, book in hand.
Little did an unemployed mother in Edinburgh who commenced writing in December 2004 know that she would eventually change the course of the literary world. J.K. Rowling, during the same journey, You have created monsters.
Disclaimer: This wasnt to berate HP or HP fans around the world, JK Rowling has envisioned and presented a fantastic world to us. Enjoy the books and ensure you do not cause inconvenience to other denizens on this planet.
mindspeak
Invigorating is not the word, theres something beyond that which transpires when people speak their mind and share their thoughts.
My lethargy has always dominated in not expanding them into discussions, but not any more.
Keep me vitalized comrades.
My lethargy has always dominated in not expanding them into discussions, but not any more.
Keep me vitalized comrades.
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