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| Wednesday, January 26th, 2005 | |
| 9:39 pm | |
| Thursday, September 9th, 2004 | |
| 4:36 pm | Did It On Purpose SIMCAT 1 was on a gloomy Sunday. It was the first time I'd seen a test paper since the last CAT. Was also the first time I'd solved a math problem since. 94 percentile baby! Song 2 looping in head right now. It must be wrenching for guys who've been slogging their butts off, and who get lower scores than mine, to watch me gloat. But "I feel good... (na na na na na na na)... I knew that I would... (na na na na na na na)." Hopefully, the supreme overconfidence will last for a while, and maybe more plus 90 percentiles. I even plan to study sometime. So... Finally saw The Royal Tenenbaums on the tele. Have to write a book soon. Have decided against purchasing an N-Gage. Am instead going to save up and use the cash for studio time. Apparently, there's some place at a really cheap studio that's just 300 bucks an hour. Good enough for two acoustic guitars and maybe the tambourine. Who knows, maybe we'll even use the capo. Little sarcasms. The Delhi plan is mostly off. Am, however, attending the finals of Campus Rock Idols on Saturday. Will take more videos. And, will probably post a notice on Gigpad. Heh. There's no such thing as (the real world) bad publicity. Was listening to Familiar To Millions on the way to work today. Damnit. Where was I when they were getting high. Song: Gas Panic - Oasis Poetry In Static What tongueless ghost of sin crept through my curtains Sailin' on a sea of sweat on a stormy night. Thought I think he don't buy the name. Till next time... But I Can't Be Certain |
| Saturday, September 4th, 2004 | |
| 8:41 pm | Bass Line Of 'Are You Gonna Be My Girl' Somewhere along the hypothetical line that measures life, the universe and everything, everyone gets bored. Thankfully, it looks like my life is atleast a few years away from that measurement. The whole of last month has been one whirl of a romance with great literature, better music, and good food. Got Prodigy's new CD. The last track on the CD features the Gallaghers, so I'm guessing it gets a good review. Am looking for a recording device to record Rogeroo's first three singles (by God do they sound great). Depressing music's been keeping me happy. So thank you Chris Martin, Stephan Jenkins, Jason Wade, Gary Lightbody, Noel and Liam. Watched the latest of South Park season 8. Hadn't watched anything from season 8 right upto sometime last week. Damn, I missed Cartman. Sweeeeet. Growing appreciation of white rappers. Absolutely love the Beastie Boys. Office annual party tomorrow night. Looking forward to seeing all those peeved metalheads from Gigpad. Rest assured, will have the videocam ready. Gonna watch 'The Guru' now. Love Marisa. Song: Triple Trouble - Beastie Boys (not The) Poetry In Static Cause I'm a specializer, rhyme reviser Ain't selling out to advertisers What you get is what you see And you won't see me out there advertising See I like to party not drink Bacardi 'Cause I'm not looking to throw up on nobody Known for my spiel like wheelie one wheel 'Cause this is like having a delicious meal Thought 'Cause this is like having a delicious meal Till next time... Just Single Trouble Current Mood:  chipper |
| Friday, September 3rd, 2004 | |
| 8:40 pm | Dude! What Does Mine Say? I wasn't actually planning to update this for some time. Activity failed me, and lethargy was my guide. The I-Rock Fiasco I-Rock was awesome. Actually, most of I-Rock was awesome, some of it sucked. Got there late, already a little buzzed from the alchohol, though disappointingly, that was about all. Split was great. Chaos Theory was okay. And Demonic Resurrection sucked (more of this later). But the creme was, as usual, Zero. I could listen to PSP over, and over, and over, and be happy like an Energizer bunny. But here's the best part. JAM started a new section on the website called JAM TV (partly pioneered by myself), where we take funny videos, etc. and post them for people to view. So armed with the office's not-so-great digital camera, I shot some really good videos at I-Rock, edited them, and posted them at the website. (you can check 'em out at www.jammag.com click on the JAM TV link) Then, I put up a post on Gigpad about them, and that's when all the little pretentious rocker kiddies in Bombay's however minisicule rock community started getting offended. One video I put up trashed Demonic Resurrection's act, coz, as you will notice when you watch the video yourself, they sucked. So all the little pretentious death metal rocker kiddies got offended, and started making it personal. Profanity was used on several occassions, and I must say, peeved a little was I. So, after 37 in number hate mails, death threats, requests for apologies, and requests for me to suck on animal genitalia, I put up a reply. To all humourless Rockers, First of all, there's a major difference between being supportive, and being blindly protective of the 'Indian Rock Scene'. JAM has always been open to everyone's opinions and views (we've interviewed Demonic Resurrection TWICE; first in June 2002, and again in March 2004). But if something's crap, then we're not going to be wusses and say that it's good just coz it's Indian and/ or original. JAM has always told both sides of the story. Maybe you guys should actually READ the magazine, and THEN form an opinion. Secondly, it was in REAL bad taste (as opposed to what you think the video was about) to post the editor's personal email address on the forum. Seriously, and then you ask us to get a life. Finally, have you guys even WATCHED the other two videos? It's just one that trashes "Demonic RESURRECTION". We loved Zero, and Farhad, and many of the other bands. No apologies due for expressing an opinion. It's a free country. Regards, Arjun Though I do agree with some guy who said that I must "Respect" all genres of music (even if I don't like them). That's why this post is an edit. I apologise for my snide, though humourous (I crack myself up), comments about death metal. Those were made in a state of extreme peeved-ness, and I dislike it when I let myself fall into a state when logic fails me, as is clearly exhibited by most of the bums who replied to the gigpad post. I agree. Death metal may not ALL be mindless distortion. That said, there's absolutely no chance in hell I'm apologising about the DR video, or the review. Read carefully, there's not a single mention about death metal being an un-appreciate-able genre of music. So rock on you death metalheads. Anyways, to each his own, and to the little PRETENTIOUS death metal rocker kiddies, my finger. Life otherwise, has been peachy. Many things, much music, and three (!) Rogeroo singles. I'm also learning to dance, and I got the lead for Bitter. Might be going to Delhi for a few days. Thinking of buying the new N-gage. Got a tiny raise. Jet, Prodigy, Beastie Boys, Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. The Belgian Grand Prix was brilliant, and Arsenal have a 4 GAA! As opposed to Fountains of Wayne, I don't have All Kinds of Time, but I'll try to update. Song: What If God Was One Of Us - Joan Osbourne (spelling?) Poetry In Static Just a slob like one of us, Just a stranger on a bus, Trying to make his way home. Thought Women come and women go, but Mclaren finally won! Till next time... Noise Reproduction Current Mood: amused |
| Monday, August 9th, 2004 | |
| 10:06 pm | Use, And Throw Blong *Blong will take a break for a few days. The writer has suddenly been exposed to radiation from the planet Truth, and is extremely depressed. The realisation that it was something he knew all along, and worse, even accepted.* I got a new guitar! Yes, finally! It's awesome. Quite often we attribute certain imaginary qualities to things we love, but trust me, this is one's for real. It's a rosewood cut away, with a pick up for amps. It's even got volume and tone control! The bass strings sound really strong, and overall, it's an easy 9/10. 'Outside' by Staind is probably the best song to play on it, and Main Man and me are gonna cover it. A comprehensive plan has been created. First, there will be 10 singles. Then there will be a CD, with credits and everything. Then there will be a major record deal, with a major record label. Fast forward six months, and 80000 mad, screaming fans will sing the lyrics back to us. By the way, we still don't have a drummer, but I guess that's been given up. We sound great with just guitars and spirit. My work is like wine. It's getting better with time. I absolutely love what I do. Dad busted the party though. He bought my CAT form today. I guess I'm gonna have to fill it, and send it in as well. Did the damn thing have to cost eleven hundred bucks? I'm really averse to taking this thing again. If an IIM interviewer ever reads this, I'd just like you to know that you've screwed up my life. Yes, you may be the answer to all my financial needs for the rest of my life, but you have no idea what domestic disruption your institute has been the cause of. More music. 'One By One' by Foo Fighters. Been waiting for this for a really long time. 'All My Life' and 'Times Like These' are brilliant, and I think Rogeroo will cover the latter. Also, 'Under My Skin' by Avril Lavigne. Okay, I like her. She's got a good thing going. And really, the album isn't all that bad. I quite like it, especially the opening single 'Take Me Away'. Apparently, I've had 'USE AND THROW' pasted on my forehead all along. Dammit. Song: Times Like These - Foo Fighters Poetry In Static It's times like these you learn to live again It's times like these you give and give again It's times like these you learn to love again It's times like these time and time again Till next time... Toilet Paper Current Mood: used |
| Monday, August 2nd, 2004 | |
| 10:25 pm | Why Don't You Tell It Like It Really Is? Blong It was the first 36,483rd year since the last 36,483rd year, and all the inhabitants on Vorgon 8 were looking forward to it with as much enthusiasm as a wet sheep about to be shaved for wool. The Vorgons were afraid of the dark. Mortally afraid. With 7 Suns, there was just a brief 4 Earth minute period of darkness, and that too was greeted with prayers to Glob, the Vorgon God of flash lights. Vorgons were afraid of the dark because it was in the dark that they could not see. Yes, it might seem the obvious, but you must know the Vorgons to really know how badly a visual impairment frankly, impairs them. Vorgons are a fierce, vicious people. They need to be in charge. The urge to be in control of everything around them is so great that this one time when a certain Vorgon was made to wait one minute too long to use a public urinal, he beat the Groban attendant to a pulp using just his left tail. There is a photo of him that hangs on the wall of the reception of every public urinal in Vorgon 8. An eager copywriter added a few lines of text to the image. It read "Behold o' ye misfortunate attendant... the tail of the mighty Toilet Thrasher will keep you in line. So make thee sure that thou customer dost not tinkle too long, for thou might not tinkle at all." Joy. I am the proud owner of a tambourine, and a capo. Rogeroo finally has... um... 'percussion', and better strings! Rogeroo also has it's first single. Yes! My joy is unbounded. It's called 'Going On... Going Wrong', and it's lovely. Me and Main Man (name protected coz he'd kick my ass if it wasn't... I think) wrote it last night. First, there was a progression. Then there was a verse. One pre-chorus, one chorus, another verse and a bridge later, Rogeroo had it's first single. It sounds really good, and I think I like it too much. Things are so charming now. It's raining. Periods of Yellow weather occur with increasing frequency and I only wish I didn't have to take this stupid test. It gets a little cold at night, but I play the guitar till around two, and then sleep content in the knowledge that I played better than before. And with Rogeroo on track, and Roger to keep me company, I wish chocolate wouldn't make me fat. Music. Riot Act by Pearl Jam. I didn't think I'd like Pearl Jam. Someone I know simply adores Eddie Vedder so I decided to give it a shot. And I must say it's not all that bad. The CD is quite neat, and 'Love Boat Captain' is climbing the Phantasmal Greatest Rock Chart In The Universe. Also Stereophonics are simply brilliant. I've completed the entire Hitchhikers Guide series, and moved on to 'The Alchemist' by Paulo Coelho. Apart from Blong, my literary adventures haven't taken me too far. Yet. By the way, Catwoman sucks, and I could watch Spiderman 2 again. Song: Mr. Writer - Stereophonics Poetry In Static Mr. Writer Why don't you tell it like it is? Why don't you tell it like it really is? Before you go home. Thought A good song, starts with a nothing, and ends with two verses and a bridge. Till next time... Mister Writer |
| Sunday, July 25th, 2004 | |
| 4:00 pm | Lovely While It Lasted Blong Chapter One There's a small moon that orbits Vorgon 8. Strange would be a bad euphimism to describe it's orbit. Mostly it resembles the path a dazed mosquito would follow once it's had a few sniffs of Courtney Love's hair. Pundits on Vorgon 8 described the behaviour as "Unnnh!", and when asked to elaborate, their answer was "Uuh-nnnn-hhh", leaving several skeptical about the logic behind asking pundits about it in the first place considering they lived atop snow capped mountains all their lives, and just getting to them was a major hassle involving Sherpas, who themselves were an odd lot speaking monosyllabically all their lives. Once every 36,483 years, Vorgon 8, it's fourth Sun, and it's intoxicated moon, align themselves in an immense solar eclipse that engulfs Vorgon 8 entirely for sometimes upto five and a half hours, depending on which time zone you follow. A magnetic field so strong is generated that it wipes out Vorgon 8's complete electricity grid, leaving an already dark planet without air conditioning and vending machines. No one ventures out on the desolate streets, which, due to aesthetically defeatist town planning, often resemble orbits of intoxicated moons. Don't, under any circumstances, however desperate, take bus number 88 from Worli to V.T. As innocent as the sign that says "88 Ballard Pier" may seem, trust me, it's interntions are everything but friendly. Precisely 78 minutes after you alight the damn thing at Century Bazar, it will drop you off at V.T. station, worn out, and that too on the wrong side, for a journey that ought not take more than 45 minutes, 48 at max. Traversing lanes meant for motorcycles, and other spritely TWO wheelers, this monstronsity of public transport aims to frustrate you to such an extent that you might as well have walked it from Worli in the first place. And this is just me. Imagine women! I'm slowly shifting loyalties to the new Yahoo Messenger. I think it's mostly because of easy access to my radio station, which rocks by the way. And one day, I was so bored I even made one of those avtar thingies, that doesn't resemble me in the slightest, but makes funny faces anyways. The discman's fixed! Oh yes, oh yes. An evil thought struck me a few days ago. Maybe I should consider repairing the thing instead of burning a hole in my already torn pockets to buy a new one. So, I went to the gadget repair guy at Colaba market, and with a mind made up that I wouldn't pay more than a thousand bucks to fix it, come what may, I asked the guy how much the repair job would cost. "Kam se kam 75 rupees lagega!" (At the minimum it'll cost 75 bucks). At first, I could've sworn I heard it as seven fifty. Anyways, I had to get it fixed at Crawford coz the guy at Colaba didn't have the part. It cost me 200 bucks there, and to celebrate I purchased the most God-smackingly amazing set of Panasonic headphones that make 'All My Life' by the Foo Fighters sound like an earthquake. They're way comfy-er than earplugs, and block out a lot of outside noise just by the ear padding. I'm gonna buy a new guitar next month. Rogeroo may finally be getting it's act together. I can't believe we've actually played nearly 30 covers. And a new original may be in the making, so things are looking up. CAT forms are out. Another phase of feline dislike begins. Hopefully, I won't have to do it two times, because as we all are so familiar with these days, once is a charm, twice is just a bitch. Pop-up ads, and spam are getting to be much of a bore, just like the multitudes of sad people. Also, hypocrites. And not forgetting people who blame you for things they've caused, and then pretend anger by silence. Not many people think, but some might say. Song: All My Life - Foo Fighters Poetry In Static Will I find something in that So give me just what I need Another reason to bleed ONE BY ONE hidden up my sleeve ONE BY ONE hidden up my sleeve Thought Simple pleasures make more sense than complex ones. Till next time... Bled Myself Dry, That's Why Current Mood:  dorky |
| Monday, July 19th, 2004 | |
| 10:06 pm | I Must Assure You Blong Exit damnits. Where? Imagination's gone on vacation. I'll let you know when he gets back. New music! Yes! I got Nickelback's new CD 'The Long Road'. It's bloody brilliant. I think it's better than 'Silver Side Up' even. Also got Audioslave's first, finally! I'd been wanting to buy it for almost 9 months now. Pregnant procrastination. Got the Simpsons 'Hit And Run' PC game as well. Haven't played it yet though. Maybe, somethings just aren't meant to stay. Maybe, people change. Maybe, I don't really want to know, how your garden grows. Maybe, public transport seating is made for midgets. Maybe, I'm responsible for breaking relationships... but then again, Maybe, I'm not. Maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me. Maybe, music is really the solution. Maybe, chocolate's better. Maybe, I could use an extra weekend. Maybe, simple pleasures are, in fact, complicated. Maybe, Jet does rock. Maybe, dogs know more than they show. Maybe, I could go on forever... but then again, Maybe, I won't. Sometimes I wonder why I bother, and then I change my mind. Somewhere along the line, the innocence fades. We're not believing anymore. Experience counts as much as, well, nothing. Song: Get What You Need - Jet Poetry In Static You're gonna get what you need (you're gonna get what you need) You're gonna get what you need (you're gonna get what you need) Come on and get what you need (you're gonna get what you need) Alright now get what you need (you're gonna get what you need) Thought If it feels right, do it. Till next time... Get Born Current Mood:  productive |
| Tuesday, July 13th, 2004 | |
| 10:18 pm | Louder, Louder... And We'll Run For Our Lives Blong Blong needed to get out of the room, the dull blue walls were making him claustrophobic, and itchy. Swallow had stopped flapping fast. It was a casually relaxed pace now. And for this, Blong was thankful. They made their way to the exit door, and Blong tried the latch. It was locked. Damnit. He tried it again, this time shaking it violently. No cigar. Walking back eight large steps, he readied himself. He charged forward with the enthusiasm of a bull that'd just been pinched on the bottom, and rammed into the door with all his might. Oh, the pain! It was almost like slamming into the windshield of that school bus all over again. Like a dermatologist with a bad rash he clumsily made his way back to the bed that had been his rest for the last few weeks. Swallow had watched Blong's pathetic display of force and pondered. He didn't think Blong, with the bulk of a pregnant cow, would be able to make an exit via the ventilation window. There had to be another way out. Blong was scratching himself furiously. Time is just passing by so fast. Weeks are flying by. And when I'm at work, I can almost see the hands on my watch waving another few hours away like they were some unwanted relatives who stayed over too long. Guitar's been playing well. Its sounds... fresh, somehow. Coldplay plays frequently, especially The Scientist. I know exactly how you feel, coz I've felt it all. Song: The Scientist - Coldplay Poetry In Static Nobody said it was easy Oh it's such a shame for us to part Nobody said it was easy Thought You don't know how lovely you are. Till next time... Nobody Current Mood:  devious |
| Sunday, July 11th, 2004 | |
| 10:48 pm | Finally Second Blong The envelope was made of a kind of hard plastic-ish paper, and it smelled like cheap deodorant. Blong pulled out the parchment inside. The rain rained on, as if warning of an approaching storm. Lightning lit up black sky. Blong couldn't read what was written on the parchment because first of all, it was too dark, and second of all, Blong couldn't read. He vaguely acknowledged traffic signals, but that was about all. So, it was quite absurd that he even bothered to open the letter in the first place. But what was more startling was that Swallow hadn't stopped his rapid-flap yet, and neither had the rain. Blong stared at the parchment, blankly. If Blong could read Juffin... well, he couldn't. So he folded the parchment, and casually placed in it the pocket on the inside of his asbestos coat. Blong had been wearing asbestos ever since he could remember. When Blong was born, he'd been baptised by fire. Kimi came in second! Oh yes, oh yes. I watched the race at Monde's, and though he should've come first, I'm high on speed. Today's my Mum's birthday. She's 25. Heh, or so I told her, and therefore earned myself several valuable brownie points. Went to Oxford in the evening, and read 4 pages of the Calvin And Hobbes book for free. By the way, the Cafe Latte is way worse than the Iced Cafe Latte. I got "Life For Rent" by Dido. It's a sweet album, as good as No Angel. I think she's really cute. I enjoy Yellow weather. Song: Stoned - Dido Poetry In Static If you won't let me fall for you Then you won't see the best things I would love to do for you Instead you will be missing me when I go Cos' I'm bored of hangin out in your cold Thought There's no such thing as too much coffee Till next time... Popular? Me? Current Mood:  full |
| Friday, July 9th, 2004 | |
| 9:49 pm | Lift Your Head Again And Try This Blong Swallow flapped faster. Flix Flies flap rapidly, and even more when something sinister is at hand. The inconspicuous letter was sending a very suspicious vibe. And Swallow could feel it. Unfortunately, Swallow couldn't say a thing, and just flapped faster. Blong had no idea why Swallow kept doing that, though much injury could have been avoided if Blong only figured it out. He simply assumed Swallow needed to pee. Blong approached the letter with as much enthusiasm as a goat being milked. With deliberate movements, to ensure all his limbs were in working order, he picked it up. Swallow flapped faster still. "Damnit bird! It'll smell here." He cut the letter open. And it rained outside. Haven't played soccer in some time now. The MET department persists in being inaccurate. Maybe it's the weather. British Grand Prix coming up on Sunday. New Mclaren, and it seems to be faster than the old one. But things aren't always the way they seem. I've learnt the hard way. How long can you sustain the creativity? As long as wonderwall is still one word. I have begun to play the guitar reasonably well. Flying fingers furiously on the fretboard. And bar chords don't hurt as much anymore. Song: Spitting Games - Snow Patrol Poetry In Static I broke into your house last night And left a note by your bed side Thought Two "experiences", and none worth it. Till next time... Eat Lots And Lots Of Chocolate Current Mood:  cynical |
| Wednesday, July 7th, 2004 | |
| 10:11 pm | The Best Thing That You Ever, Ever Had Blong Two steps. Judging by the nothing serious that had occured, Blong decided that his limbs were fully functional. Finally! Being bed-ridden just wasn't Blong's cup of fruit flakes. Blong liked to think he was adventurous, and daring, and a pure lady's Gormeg. And sometimes, he was. But that was when he had his fortnightly out-of-chassis experiences. Blong paced himself, cautiously at first, and then a little recklessly. Swallow hovered approximately two feet overhead, and three behind. Upcurrents didn't affect Swallow much. Swallow had four sets of wings, that flapped quite rapidly, almost in tandem. Surprisingly, he was very quiet. Flix Fly's are silent, almost like the Red Thirleys of Vorgon 7. The Red Thirleys have sixteen sets of wings. And wherever they go, they are greeted with perpetual confusion, only because they travel in groups of four hundred. That's six thousand four hundred sets of wings, flapping very rapidly, and silent as a cat's fart. Blong walked, however unsteadily, across the room to the inconspicuous table at the left corner. He stared blankly at the inconspicuous letter lying there, inconspicuously. I saw Richard Gere today. There was a press conference at the Taj, for the "Heros Project"; a foundation for AIDS awareness communication, and Richard Gere was there, with Parmeshwar Godrej. God was it boring. But there was awesome food afterwards. Chicken rolls, fish fingers, cream cheese thingies, and PASTRY! Oh yes, oh yes. I loved the fruit tart, with kiwi and cherry and mango. Oh yes, oh yes. By the way, La Patisserie has shifted to inside. They're renovating where it was before. I've got new clothes, and the elevator bag has been replaced by a slick black strap on from Nike. Very cool, and I won't need it for storeys. I attempt one hundred stomach crunches every morning, and my abs are as hard as Winnie the Pooh. Song: God Put A Smile On Your Face - Coldplay Poetry In Static Where do we go, nobosy knows I've gotta say, I'm on my way, down Thought Debit cards are the epitomy of convenience Till next time... Blame It On A Rush Of Blood To The Head Current Mood: blah |
| Sunday, July 4th, 2004 | |
| 10:31 pm | Don't Leave Me High Blong The accident had left Blong limp. The buggy had spun too wildly, banging into one barrier after another, ejecting Blong from his seat and viciously catapulting him onto a the windscreen of a passing school bus. Blong wasn't all that badly hurt as he made his entry into the bus, but the Castolian Childrens Bugle Band travelling in the school bus trampled all over him in the ensuing chaos, leaving him limp, and knocked out completely. Castolian children have four sets of legs, and can only control two sets at a time. In fact, several Castolian kids are known to just oscillate round and round till the age of fourteen, when two sets of legs retract into their three metre diametre bellies. Blong was severely unlucky, as only a few seconds earlier had a school bus of Noptimium children passed by, and as is widely known, Noptimium children have complete control of all seven of their feet. The accident was four weeks ago. Luckily, Swallow wasn't in the buggy. Flix Fly's can fly at tremendous speeds. The infamous Sprinter Flix Fly can reach speeds of nearly 86 floongs a minute, before it explodes into numerous minute shards of glass. Sprinters aren't too popular with the usual Flixs. They're far too snooty. They think they're extra special just because they fly seven floongs a minute faster than the others. I watched Hyderabad Blues 2 today. It's a very okay movie, and feels as if they've tried too hard to make it an English film. Read the review in the next issue. Muhahaha. I am a whore journalist. I'd sell my soul for a bar of chocolate. Played soccer in the evening, and returned home with several minor wounds. I was also responsible for the demise of a half empty soccer ball. Tch. Tonight's the final of Euro 2004. I'm not watching coz I've stopped caring. I need a new cellphone, a new discman, a new left lens for my glasses, new contacts maybe, a new guitar, and a be-satisfied-with-what-you-have guide. Song: High And Dry - Radiohead Poetry In Static Don't leave me high Don't leave me dry Thought Listen to aforementioned piece of music. Till next time... Unplugged Current Mood:  calm |
| Thursday, July 1st, 2004 | |
| 10:14 pm | Sink To The Bottom Blong Swallow didn't want to bother Blong. But he pecked at his shirt anyways. Blong, annoyed by the distraction, burped. Blong always burped when he was irritated; it prevented him from cursing, and watching sports. He extracted his head from underneath the A-roma Wagon, and investigated the cause of his interruption. Swallow couldn't explain. Swallow couldn't speak. Flix Fly's didn't communicate much. They transmitted sonic information waves to other Flix Fly's, but that was mostly about the tastiest Krisp Leech. Swallow had, by now, departed Blong's shoulder, and was hovering around his forehead. This was proving to be quite a migraine for Blong. "What?", Blong enquired. Swallow flapped his wings. "Hmm." And since then, Swallow had followed Blong, wherever he went, whenever he went. And Blong still had no idea why. Blong had already moved two steps forward. This was good, and it was the first time Blong had walked since the accident. Buy the new issue. The cover story's mine. And thank me for the Euro 2004 poster later. It's not rained the last few days, and that's caused soccer to die. When the basketball court is dry, basketball is played. If only I didn't suck at the sport. This grounding business is getting on my nerves. I would like, to leave this city. This ol' town don't smell so pretty. I plan my Sunday's six days in advance. Lethargy and boredom are the sole governing factors of my decisions. So, most often, I indulge in free reading at Oxford, or meet up with someone I haven't overkilled during the week. Haven't visited a music store in about 2 months, and the requirement to do the same is phenomenal. From now on, I'll be keeping the paragraphs shorter. Nothing super-exciting's happening anyways. Once Mclaren start winning.... I've started running again. Mostly, I don't want to get fat again. I eat heavy dinners. Everyday, after lunch, I treat the five stray's outside my office to a pack of glucose biscuits. I'm thinking of naming them. I've already got Spock. He's the one with the pointy ears. And there's a bitch with three legs. I call her Trinity. I haven't watched television in a long time, and it's beginning to itch. I've been realliy high on "Run" by Snow Patrol. The words mean everything... to me. Song: Run - Snow Patrol Poetry In Static (These are just the verse. Please, oh please, listen) I'll sing it one last time for you Then we really have to go You've been the only thing that's right In all i've done. And I can barely look at you But every single time I do I know we'll make it anywhere Anywhere from here To think I might not see those eyes It makes it so hard not to cry And as we say our long goodbyes I nearly do. Thought Two months just fly by sometimes. Till next time... Thank God For Conveyance Current Mood:  grateful |
| Friday, June 25th, 2004 | |
| 10:03 pm | Loving Liz Phair Blong Blong looked left. Then, glancing right, he took a step forward. Committed to the sudden inertia of this movement, he moved another foot ahead. Swallow followed him. Swallow followed Blong everywhere, for no reason in particular. Swallow didn't have much to do. Ever since he'd left Vorgon 8, life had been one big bore. Thankfully he'd met Blong outside the bookstore at Kranial Bazar. Blong had been smelling the undercarriage of a blue A-roma Wagon when Swallow casually perched himself on Blong's left shoulder as if it had been just another Culture Spawn. Blong was too overawed by the thick musky odor of the A-roma Wagon to be bothered by an insignificant Flix Fly. My urge to write a book is too great. Blong will appear regularly, though he might disappear sometimes. But he will return. Just as the sun does. Work is tiring. I am, and will be involved in muchos "field work". The sun persists in making its appearance felt. Terrible situation, especially since its supposed to be raining. I twisted my ankle playing soccer yesterday. It hurt like hell, but thankfully it hasn't swollen or anything, so I'm guessing its not serious. But I'm "out of action" for a few days, which is a massive pissoff. I dislike being in pain, like I dislike brinjal. I also dislike smelly people, but that's a different story... Quite often I desire plum pie, and maple syrup. Song: Extraordinary - Liz Phair Poetry In Static See me jump through hoops for you You stand there watching me performing What exactly do you do Have you ever thought it's you that's boring Who the hell are you Thought Don't be awed by flying cars. Till next time... Culture Spawn Current Mood:  tired |
| Tuesday, June 22nd, 2004 | |
| 9:44 pm | The Dirty Word Sometimes it's better to just sit around and do nothing. That way you: a) don't spend money b) don't waste fuel c) don't make an ass of yourself by tripping on your shoe lace d) don't need to plead ignorance when someone finds the banana peels haplessly strewn in the kitchen after a bad milkshake making experience e) don't get grounded till November coz you didn't make it to an IIM. Travel is getting frustrating. Especially since I don't have a functional discman. I despise traffic. Cabs are the bane of my transit. Like swarms of venomous wasps they distribute arbidly on city streets; seething away with their horns, loud like a migraine, and slow as hell. Pedestrians need therapy, and cyclists need more wheels. Tar isn't as high as it seems, but fortunately no one cares. I carry a backpack which could easily double as an elevator. All it contains is a planner and a windcheater, but people think I'm trekking. Mum packs lunch for me everyday. Sandwiches with assorted fillings. Very convenient and always scrumptious. What this world needs is more acoustic Oasis, coz "You can't give me the dreams that are mine anyway". Mclarens made it two, that's right, TWO whole races without a single engine blow up, mechanical failure, tyre puncture or tow truck. It can be said, at this point of time, that "things" are looking up. New car comes out next race in France, and hopefully, there'll be a driver wearing silver apparel on the podium It hasn't rained in a few days, and once again I am forced to think. Song: Sad Song - Oasis Poetry In Static We're all Just the same At the end of the day Thought Nobody says it's wrong, so we don't ask why. Till next time... Clock Face Current Mood:  contemplative |
| Saturday, June 19th, 2004 | |
| 1:46 pm | Slartibartfast No matter what time I leave office, I only get home past seven forty five. This is getting to be a pain. Even if I leave as early as six, I can only make it after seven forty five. Sometimes I switch three buses to get home as soon as possible, and it still doesn't work. No matter what route I take, and no matter how light or how heavy the traffic is. Nowadays, I don't wait much... just get on to any bus going in the general direction, then switch wherever most inconvenient coz I'm never sure where the bus is headed. Anyways, I sleep a lot when I travel. In fact, this one time when I was getting to work in the morning, I overslept, and thankfully the conductor dude knew me so he woke me up. I'd have to have made my way back from Santacruz otherwise, and thats more time in uncomfortable seating. I'm too tall for the leg room. Soccer! I play soccer most evenings, when I'm back before eight (I manage time highly efficiently). We play in the basketball court, and its mostly wet because of the rain. But it's awesome fun. And the best part is, I'm pretty good at it. Have to improve my shooting though, but I can carry the ball forward reasonably well. It's great exercise too, coz you're defending one moment, and the next you're getting up front. If only I'd developed this newfound talent earlier; who knows... maybe Rogeroo would've found a drummer sooner. The Canadian Grand Prix was interesting. Atleast both Mclarens finished. I am content in the knowledge that my team has successfully completed a race, and BOTH cars made it to the finish line, and that too in the points! I mean, what more could a disgruntled fan ask for. Cheesy poofs! I miss college a bit. Whenever I meet any classmates, the first question asked is "How's work?" Weren't we irresponsible angst-ridden youth just a few months ago? I don't think much has changed in that direction, but somehow I feel grown up. It's a sad feeling, especially since I wanted to be 19 forever, and that bitch Age had to catch up with me. I hate to be bothered about things. I need to leave my home, and in my search for truth, hopefully I'll find a drummer, and she will, in fact, be big-bosomed... Song: Song 2 - Blur Poetry In Static I got my head done, When I was young. It's not my problem, It's not my.. problem. Thought Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder Till next time... Whooo Hoooo! Current Mood:  lethargic |
| Sunday, June 13th, 2004 | |
| 9:39 pm | No Reason It's gone. I had it cut at 1820hours today. It's really really short and I look learned. I dunno why I did it. Everyone's shocked. No more bearded chick, no more Jesus Christ, no more almost rock-ish. Not many things in my life are justified by reason. Work's great. The cover story of the issue dated June 29 is mine! We didn't have one till six thirty last evening, so I wrote one in about an hour. As with all JAM cover stories, it's a spoof. And a pretty funny one if I say so myself. There's a lot of my stuff in the magazine, but its all cut so much coz we didnt have enough space. Great sports coming up in a few minutes. First there's the Canadian Grand Prix. That's gonna be really good. Ferrari's on the fourth row of the grid, and Mclarens right behind them. Not expecting much from the Mclarens, apart from pyrotechnics... its come down to that. But I shall hope on, however hopelessly. Right after the race is England vs France, Euro 2004 soccer. I mean ... *exclamation mark*... !!!... At the risk of sounding extremely perverse, this is my five hour orgasm. More music. I got these two alternative compilation discs. They're quite good. Almost entirely Brit alternative, so that's great. Coldplay, The Verve, Doves, Dandy Warhols. I'm gonna start writing a book soon. I have no idea what it's going to be about, but it will be funny... atleast to me. I humor myself. Song: Lucky Man - The Verve Poetry In Static But how many corners do I have to turn? How many times do I have to learn? All the love I have is in my mind! Thought Short's not bad... it's just not that good. Till next time... Not Regretting Yet Current Mood:  ditzy |
| Monday, June 7th, 2004 | |
| 10:18 pm | Prizoner Of Azerbaijan Work is really cool. I do a lot of creative stuff, and its quite stimulating... to my mind you perv. I got Lenny Kravitz's new CD. Have to review it. Best part - I get to keep the disc after the review's done. Woohoo! And in case you wanted to know, Lenny's lost it. One okay-ish song on a 13 track LP. Went for the Press Show of the new Harry Potter movie. The movie's awesome. I gave it a really cool review. I could get used to these press shows. Everything's so cushy. Lovely seats. So much leg room. No smelly people. Some of these press women are quite cute. They hand out press releases, a synopsis of the movie, hi-definiton stills... its all good. Was at Provogue Lounge a few days back, to cover an event. A whole bunch of models and other beautiful people were there. The event was featured in Page 3 of a lot of newspapers. It wasn't as interesting as it looked. In fact, it was quite dull, and overcrowded. I'd had a long day at office... I left at 9!... and got there at around 10. The invitation said the show would start at 9, but it started at around eleven thirty. I was with a friend of mine from my old office, and we were getting bored, so we parked ourselves at the bar and made the best of free liquor. I was really hungry so I kept shamelessly stopping the waiters passing by, and filled my empty stomach with chicken and prawns. By the way, Provogue Lounge mostly sucks, and apparently Lush nearby is way better. I was given an MP3 player for a few days, to review. The Benq Joybee 110. Its really sad, and very expensive. Gave it a crap ass review. Nine thousand five hundred bucks for 128 MB! ... yeah right. Polly Esther's last night. It was deserted. But the DJ played the most awesome music i've heard at any disc, ever, I'm biased here by the fact that he played Yellow! Then I requested him to play "With Or Without You", and he did. I was gonna request him to play Wonderwall, but he read my mind. No amount of alchohol could get me that high. My achy-breaky heart did a few flips. Please start buying JAM magazine. There's a lot more of my written stuff there. I'm in charge of the rock page, and in the coming issue i've featured five alternative bands that need more airtime, and listeners in India. Smile Empty Soul, Trapt, Three Days Grace, Seether and Jet. It was a tough choice to get just five; my original plan was to feature ten, but there isn't enough space. Some people have it all. And some are happy with enough. Song: Let You Down - Three Days Grace Poetry In Static Come down You may be full of fear But you'll be safe here When you finally trust me Finally believe in me. Thought I WON'T let you down... everything's not in the song. Till next time... Self Titled Current Mood:  creative |
| Monday, May 31st, 2004 | |
| 4:07 pm | Slow Motion Time is such a bitch. Slow down, speed up, static. Terms like "early", "late", "patience" and "wait" have only as much meaning as a quantitative definition of some illegitimate daughter of a canine. Are they? They are... There aren't any good movies playing. There aren't any great plays showing either. I read six news magazines a week, thoroughly. Drummers and vodka avoid me. Bar chords pain my thumb. I need a new discman, and eat a large bowl of fruit everyday. Mostly, confusion only sets in after 2247hours, when the lights are low, and no one's too high. I wish my parents had named me Adrian Mole. And you wonder why Limp Bizkit lyrics don't make much sense... Sad people are getting to be a bore. Till next time... There's Already A Song Today Current Mood: bored |