Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Sing Street

Good movie. A blend of being common and uncommon at the same time. John Carney, the director, was once a bassist for 'The Frames', who by the way make fantastic music led by Glen Hansard - one of my all time fav artists. Guess, it all comes around.








"Rock and roll is a risk. You risk being ridiculed"











When there is a win, you bow down and let humility sweep you. And that's how we are supposed to 'be'.

Let not impatience get to your head. Like they say, your mind is a precious real estate. Do not let in impatient tenants. All wins just around the corner.

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

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No worries. Absolutely no. It just makes things harder. Search for that calm moment. There is a win here. In the midst of everything, all chaos converges to one small dot. Hold on to that chap. It's a win.

Thursday, March 02, 2017

Marche Funebre

Marche funebre - Chopin

I am sucked into it. Chopin is taking me to places. Such passion and energy.

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Glen Hansard

Wires - Athlete

Yes, I do wonder. A letter on the way. 

After all we've seen
We can do anything, lay
Where your heart is strong
Where we can go on and on, lay
Where your good times gone
Where we are forever young, lay
Where your heart is strong
Where we can go on and on, lay, lay! - Glen Hansard - High Hopes


I keep circling back to Glen - such an amazing artist

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

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Judas Priest - Beyond the realms of death
Perfume Genius - Queen
Autumn Leaves - Cannonball Adderley

Time to dream a new dream and quiet that lizard brain. Ramble on!

You'll build your walls, and I will play my bloody part
To tear, tear them down
Mumford and Sons - Babel

You - the indifferent world
I - ramble free mind

Friday, September 30, 2016

Kiddo

Story of an Immigrant
Letters from the sky
--- Civil Twilight

Nothing much to say. Just an innocent state of mind waiting for a cab to take me home & be greeted by the kiddo making wavy hand gestures - 'Yo, How was your day? Nah, I don't care. Come life me up. Call of duty'

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

What precious time --

I do have time these days!, as in my mind feels the tangible ticks & tocks of the ever walking legs inside an inanimate frame. In putting my kid to sleep & between changing diapers, I picked up a book - The Last Mughal - and finished it. Poor books of yesterday that lie in dusty ( allergic ) shelves and look with envy. How dare I abandon them and lay my eyes upon a new one! Sorry folks.

And to accompany me during this reading journey is Coldplay's - Everything's not lost & Deep purple's - Soldier of fortune; both seemed to have a profound dozy effect on the kid as he seems to drift sideways first and with half-droopy eyes succumbs to sleep! What magic :-)

Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Thoreau again

Dark necessities - Red Hot Chilli Peppers
Chasing Shadows - Angels and Airwaves
Didn't he ramble - Glen Hansard
Tu Kisi Rail Si - Indian Ocean ( from the movie Masaan )

My bouncy, rocky kid keeps me busy. Curious, energetic & 'sneeze-on-your-face' kid. 

We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake, not by mechanical aids, but by an infinite expectation of the dawn, which does not forsake us in our soundest sleep. I know of no more encouraging fact than the unquestionable ability of man to elevate his life by conscious endeavor.
- Thoreau

Monday, April 11, 2016

Vertigo

How laborious is labor! Its a battle zone. Man must be prepared :-)

Boredom. Foster Wallace talks about how "being unbored is the key to a meaningful life". Just as we find "stuff" to keep ourselves busy, the creeping emotion of boredom keeps haunting us. It attaches to our non-local mind like cholesterol to arteries, if that makes any sense ?

Shun auto-pilot. Work hard. Keep fit.


Wednesday, December 30, 2015

2015

Hello hypertext. Hello insight. 
Tapped letters to words.
The curtains ridicule me. Subtly moving to let in the orange strokes.
The printed schedule is now drooping
The sax blending with time - drive all night
Lucille did cry for BB King
I slid the volume up
The clouds enclosed in odd shaped parenthesis
The endless river by Pink Floyd
Gilmour on Fender's 50th recalibrated


Ignore what the world says. Really! Progress. Move forward. All the negative attention is a waste of time.



Put on some music, set your priorities, make things lightweight, travel a little and bring closure to all the fancy stuff. Life is fragile! :-) It will annoy you most of the time. We are after all incapacitated to understand everything. Bring peace. Live in peace.

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Reach down

Temple of the Dog - Reach down

While our guts lie down in shame, in ways least attributable to self slander, lets chill and reach down.

Hear that riff, a thin soft wave followed by a turbulent distortion going an extra mile just to pacify our gutless mind.

All our voices squabbling over tense over dramatic events that passed through our eyes on an uneventful day. Across the street, a friend he is. Brag now, how eventful this encounter with you is. While my luggage is packed, clothes ironed, false pretensions wrapped under shitty clothes.

Reach down my mind. 

Half Moon Run - Full circle

Wednesday, July 08, 2015

Song of the open road

You road I enter upon and look around, I believe you are not all that is here,
I believe that much unseen is also here.
Here the profound lesson of reception, nor preference nor denial,
The black with his woolly head, the felon, the diseas’d, the illiterate person, are not denied;
The birth, the hasting after the physician, the beggar’s tramp, the drunkard’s stagger, the laughing party of mechanics,
The escaped youth, the rich person’s carriage, the fop, the eloping couple,
The early market-man, the hearse, the moving of furniture into the town, the return back from the town,
They pass, I also pass, any thing passes, none can be interdicted,
None but are accepted, none but shall be dear to me.
- Song of the Open Road, Walt Whitman


The poem in its entirety is great. As a frame of reference to the many wonders that goes unnoticed. 

Monday, June 29, 2015

Scooch

Dopamine release starts

I had this crazy idea. I then slept! Woke up a while later and went to work.

I stared at this beautiful fountain on the way to work and craved for a pan crusted pizza! Said to myself - This is normal

I shook his hands and pretended to be interesting. He didn't buy it. I retracted. He stepped back. I stared at his bag. He looked at my watch. Staring, looking. God! Please take me out of here.

What a glorious victory! Hard earned. Deserved. At Chinese checkers, for Ganesha's sake! I retorted. 

I eat. I sleep.

Dopamine release drops.

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

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It will come back - Hozier

Moments, though fleeting, are more inward that it may seem to be. Through the sharp outline of a silhoutted window against the falling sun on a partly rainy day, my patient mind grew pensive. How my eyes struggled to focus. Sun, rain & a window. None of these called. I attached myself to that fleeting moment which captured the faculty of my mind. This was sometime ago which may have been insignificant else my cautious brain would have remembered the date. It was the over zealous traffic. Nothing special about it. The traffic does what it is bound to. Carry people around.

Thursday, June 11, 2015

Chopin & Jarrett

Chopin - Nocturnes - All of them
Keith Jarrett - The Koln Concert - Replayed hard. Felt the magic. For a hundred more times, this stays in my mind forever. Expressing this feeling in my ears is so damn hard! It makes it sound even more beautiful.

A new function arrests you. In a state we are thrown into; yet unnamed. Strange feelings invade. The conquest of new sounds. Never heard before. I somehow had to stumble upon this. All these moments, the dry hot air outside seemed fine. Tolerable. 

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

The Thrill is Gone

"When I do eventually drop, I pray to God that it'll happen in one of three ways. Firstly, on stage or leaving the stage, then secondly in my sleep. And the third way? You'll have to figure that out for yourself...!" 
B B King

For all the great live shows. You are a legend. RIP.

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

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Coldplay - Gravity
Papon - Khumaar

If you get that noise. Come and tell me.
All problems are recurring in nature. If no, come tell me

A black board waiting. An yellow chalk waiting. Both at the same time. One with a known knowledge and other just waiting. To be written on beautifully and gets angry if it looks like a blood spatter. No random art. Genuine writings of a noble mind. For the audience who sometimes get glued to this genuine art of letters or numbers. Sometimes a picture. Sometimes, just empty space to depict a phenomenon.

Friday, April 10, 2015

I'm still here

Black Lab - This Night

We squall in moments of uncertainty. Parading in the open grounds with heads tied up like a knot. The mean desires of human flesh that transform into loud yells of selfish rust. Twisting and turning and speeding. No direction. Just given enough acceleration heading nowhere. We never head anywhere. We stay right here. All that gets displaced is just our shallow feeling. A feeling that does not persist, and just about gives way to a narrow lane of mindless functions. We live in this narrow lane. So narrow that we push each other. It is congested. And we do this to reach the other side which has nothing to exhibit. 

For a moment yesterday, the dark clouds held promises. Parched dogs begging to get a sip of rain. Traffic never mutes. 

We make peace with "whatever". 

And I picture a sober awakening, a re-entry into this little bar scene
Sip my drink till the ice hits my lips
Order another round
And that's it for now
Eddie vedder - I'm still here

Friday, April 03, 2015

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We swing everyday. From one absurd arc, hitting a low of boredom to the fine end of the day. Lets have a bit of cool. Normal balance.

Hands of time - Groove Armada

Thursday, March 05, 2015

Take Five

Dave Brubeck - Take five

We look for that one song that will get you hooked to the genre. Take five it is. And now, my playlist is buzzing with cool compositions. More to come. More joy to my ears.

And its broken
3 days. Laced up. Fine conscience
All along, the chill air tuned itself
Crossed the first pole, didn't stop
I should maybe. Not stressing much. But I kept running
Drifting now and then to meet my future self
Turning back and looked at the steps left behind
The ache must go away
Fill it with fine conscience
No missteps
What lies ahead doesn't matter.
Now, I am running.
Music is good.
The weather is friendly.
Couldn't have asked for a better day!

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