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Monday, May 31st, 2004
11:23 am	Work! I got a job! Woohoo! Pop the champagne, cut the cake, give Mclaren a faster car... I start writing full time for JAM magazine from the first. I'm getting paid to do something I love... how cool is that?! It's like being a pornstar, only better coz its not that sweaty. Work hours are great. I have to be at office... in Worli, so that's two and a half hours with BEST everyday... by ten thirty, and I get done, when I get done. Finally I shall be able to afford instruments. Two more races. Monaco was fun. Michael Schumacher has to be extremely "special" to pull off a broken front section while behind the safety car. Though the fact that both Mclarens once again failed to even finish ticked me off a little, seeing Michael's Ferrari hobbling back to the pit garage was the saving grace. Nurburgring was pathetic. Once again the silver machines failed me. Their race performance is quite good actually, right upto the point the white smoke chimneys from their back ends. It's a little frustrating but i've mostly given up on this season. I'm hoping for better things in 2005... "better things" being defined here as the ability to complete a race without the need for fire extinguishers, and tow trucks. Nothing special's happening on the guitar. I can't think of any new covers to play, and I still haven't got the third verse. Maybe this is a sign. A sign that if I can't find a drummer soon enough, many things may happen. What these many things that may happen are, I have no idea. But I am worried. In case many things happen, as opposed to only some things happening, someone will be very confused. And I don't like being confused. So... Busaba saturday night. Got there at about eleven thirty, and waited till twelve thirty for a few friends to turn up. I don't like waiting much. Anyways, the place is nice, but small. They've got a restaurant upstairs that serves south-east asian cuisine. Heavy trance-ish music. Not a place where you'd go to dance. Thankfully there's no entry, and the place is packed. I think... occasionally... that there is no method to the madness. Song: Steal My Sunshine - Len Poetry In Static I was lying on the grass On Sunday morning of last week L-A-T-E-R that week Thought Wonderwall needn't make sense. Till next time... Waiting Current Mood: blah (Comment on this)
Thursday, May 27th, 2004
8:09 pm	Mostly Harmless I was at the beach over the weekend. My dad's idea of a family holiday, so we went to the beach. Roger and my acoustic also joined us. The Navy has s training base near Malad, and they have these shacks located on the beach there which can be rented by Naval officers. We had two "deluxe" shacks, which were actually pretty good. The rooms were really big, and suave decor. The food was great, and though my father offered me alchohol on several occasions, I graciously declined. Roger had a ball. He went swimming in the sea, for the first time in his life, and we've got interesting photographs. It's a two hour drive from where I stay, and coming back Tuesday morning was madness. One piece of advice - avoid cab drivers, and their cabs, at all costs. Overall, a weekend almost well spent. I was at the May Ball, at US Club last Saturday night. It wasn't as much fun as I expected, but it wasn't a drag either. Once again I didn't drink much, just a small bacardi. The band sucked, as usual. But the DJ was good. He played some hip-hop and even Limp Bizkit and Linkin Park, so that was great. I met a whole bunch of my friends from the hostel (stayed there for a year, before Blurty) and we got nostalgic. Surprisingly, most memory of that evening is driving around town looking for places to eat. Board results are coming out soon. I shouldn't do too badly. My papers were okay. Will probably get a first class, and I guess thats good enough. My bro's class 12 results came out a few days ago. He hasn't done too great. He took an engineering entrance exam recently, so lets see how that goes. He's probably gonna do a B.Sc. from somewhere here. Too much of his exam prep time was spent playing Counter Strike and GTA 3, and now he's kinda got to take what he gets. More music. Three Days Grace. Was under the impression that they were just another one hit wonder with "I Hate Everything About You". Glad to know that I was proved wrong. They're not stellar music makers, but they're not too bad either. Listen to "Overrated", something they're not... Song: Bittersweet Symphony - The Verve Poetry In Static I'll take you down The only road I've ever been down Thought Pain is only physical, we all are numb inside. Till next time... Cruel Intentions Current Mood: cold (Comment on this)
Tuesday, May 18th, 2004
5:55 pm	Sappy Crappy Birthday To Me... So guess what. I'm 20. Isn't that just peachy? I wanted to be 19 forever. Oh the frustration of time! Life has just got one surprise after another for me, and i'm not gonna hang around with age anymore. If only I could figure out why... I had an audition for vocals. It sucked. Well, actually, I sucked. The band wasn't too bad, but I just couldn't get the vocals going. I tried it playing rhythm on the electric, but still something just wasn't right. I've figured that i'm going to have to make this work myself. There's not much of an audience for meaningful alternative, but this is just something I have to do myself. "What's done is done, I know, you just leave it alone, and don't regret it. Coz sometimes, somethings, turn in, to dumb things, and that's when you put your foot down." Rogeroo will happen. It will happen because I will make it happen. And one day, you can say that you knew me. So much introspection going on these days. I have to make some really important decisions. Decisions about life, the universe, and everything. I've almost made up my mind to take the CAT again this year. I'll suffer two years in MBA misery, make a whole bunch of money, retire by 30, then complete writing my fourth book, and settle down in Ireland, and walk on the beach in the rain, like the "Yellow" video. Hopefully by then, Rogeroo will have a drummer. More and more music. Right now i'm listening to A Perfect Circle. I didn't know i'd like them as much as I do. They're actually pretty good. "Thirteenth Step" is their latest album, and it's very good. They're almost like Staind, only a little more hauntingly laid back. Even their first CD "Mer de Noms" is really well made. You can almost make out the effort taken to make the songs what they are. If you're listening for the first time, I definitely recommend you listen to "3 Libras", "A Stranger" and "The Noose". The lyrics are quite powerful, and you get the feeling that they're going to mean different things to different people. Take my advice... for what it's worth... and listen. Once again I need a new set of headphones. In fact, this time I need a whole new discman. The old one's in too bad a condition. But it's served me well, and it shall forever be a part of me and my music. I'm reading "Restaurant At The End Of The Universe". Douglas Adams is very funny. I read at night. After long days, and phone calls. Song: Supersonic - Oasis Poetry In Static I know a girl called Elsa She's into Alka Seltzer She sniffs it through a cane on a supersonic train Thought If you stopped confusing yourself, things would be much clearer to me... Till next time... God Knows What I'm Doing Current Mood: crappy (Comment on this)
Thursday, May 13th, 2004
12:10 pm	You Make Me Completely Miserable In one day, I shall be twenty. I need a significant other. My existence has no meaning with age. I am only as old as time, and that's old enough for me. Thankfully though, i'm thin, and can play acoustic with relative ease. And most often, all I need to stay happy is Roger. 20 years has taught me that there's nothing that can't be described with lyrics, and there's no reason why they shouldn't. If you don't like it, don't listen. My parents want me to have a big birthday bash. Like that's gonna make me feel a whole lot better. My needs are so simple, yet so difficult to understand. I don't need a birthday bash. I don't even need a birthday. I don't need a new pair of trousers (which I was forced to purchase). I don't need money. I don't even need time. Is nothing too much to ask? Most often, I fail to surprise myself with confusion. Polly Esther's the other night was great. There weren't too many people around, just a whole bunch of my friends, and we had a ball. I don't think we sat around at all. ... Dance, nothin' else for me to do but dance. All these bad times i'm goin through, just dance. Got canned heat in my hands tonight baby! ... I've started learning to jive. Need to lead. Best part of the evening - no cover, and... um... disturbing photographic evidence. Another miserable Grand Prix done. Next race weekend is at Monaco. It's my favourite circuit on the race calendar. I remember the race in 2002, when DC won there. I was in Simla, and we didn't have cable at our house, so we had to go to some friends' place. The race was awesome. It was the highlight of Mclaren's 2002 season. One day, i'll sit in my yacht at the marina and watch the cars go by. This year, I'm just hoping for them to finish. Lifehouse's "Stanley Climbfall" is finally with me. It's really good. I don't think it's as good as "No Name Face", but I guess it'll grow. There are some very good singles on the LP. Stanley Climbfall, Out Of Breath, Spin and Am I Ever Gonna Find Out are all "No Name Face" worthy. Though I don't really think the two albums should be compared. They're both great in their own circumstance, just like everything is. Song: Unstoppable - The Calling Poetry In Static Why I've felt so alone, why I kept myself from love And you became my favorite drug So let me take you right now and swallow you down I need you inside Thought Celebrate getting older? Till next time... Don't Go Away Current Mood: indifferent (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, May 9th, 2004
1:03 pm	Stand, Climb, Fall One Year Old. One human year is 7 dog years. So much time, change, coffee and TV. Dinner on the 29th was unbelievable. My Mum is the best cook in the universe. Don't take my word for it. Ask anyone who's ever stepped foot in my house. I saw "Along Came Polly" on the 30th. It's really funny. Jennifer Aniston looks quite hot. And Ben Stiller's comic as ever. I absolutely loved Hank Azaria's character, Claude. He does the voice of Moe, Apu and Chief Wiggum on The Simpsons. The movie is a little groce sometimes, but it's too funny to care. The end is a bit predictable, but thats okay coz the rest of it doesn't fade out like others. I also saw "Starsky and Hutch". Snoop Dogg does Huggy Bear only too well. And Carmen Electra is so unbelievably sexy. Ben Stiller drives this awesome Ford GT which totally rocks. The soundtrack isn't too bad either. My bro has the game on the comp... it's quite addictive. Went to Polly Esther's the other night with a few friends. Been partying a lot lately. Every three or four days, and that's not counting the countless lunches, dinners and mid-meals everywhere. Polly Esther's was great. 70's music, lots of dancing, and I need to learn to jive. I'm going there tonight as well. Thank God for full cover. Been playing the guitar so much. It's never redundant. I'm working on another song. It's quite soft, and builds a bit. There's just three verses, no chorus. I pick the chords first, and then strum. Sounds quite neat. Have to figure out another verse though, but I will get there. Also been playing a lot of new covers, especially Coldplay and Lifehouse. Watch the LIVE 2003 video, it's absolutely unbelievable. My birthday's on the 14th. I'm lookin forward to it as much as I look forward to chicken pox. I wanna be 19 forever. 20's definitely gonna be a bitch. I'm almost certain, and definitely maybe. Don't waste your time on a wish, and don't waste your money on a gift, coz that will just make me feel worse. I survive on love and fresh air. And sometimes, I can do without both. Spanish Grand Prix today. Both Mclarens are starting at the bottom half of the grid. Hopefully they will finish the race without flames or other pyrotechnics. That's all i'm hoping for. I pray for them at mass every Sunday, and i'm thinking I should pray a bit harder. Thank God for Arsenal. My parents might be going to Simla sometime at the end of this month. That'll be cool coz i'd be home alone. Where are the big-bosomed drummers dammit! Song: Stanley Climbfall - Lifehouse Poetry In Static Quiet Seems like an honest world You're beggin for the beggar's bread when the money's out Thought My body is young, but my mind is very old... Till next time... Contradiction Perpetual (so that only you can understand) Current Mood: busy (Comment on this)
Thursday, April 29th, 2004
4:14 pm	Now I'm Free From What You Are I was at a cross dress party a few nghts ago. Someone's birthday, and the guys were girls, and the girls were guys. I dressed in a skirt i'd borrowed from a friend, and a t-shirt that was a bit tight. After the initial.. um.. "trauma" of seeing guys with bulging bosoms, the party was quite fun. Once again, I just couldn't drink. Something's wrong here. It's just not going down. Had to mix a whole bunch of Pepsi in my minor vodka. And that too I could just about finish half. Anyways, I left early. Just couldn't dance with broken oceos. I fear the photographs. One more race, one more disappointment. Atleast this time both cars finished. Things can, hopefully, only get better. Someone was gonna kick me the last time I said that. One question we must all ask ourselves - "is there anyone out there, coz it's gettin harder and harder to breathe?" Been listening to a lot of new music of late. There's a whole bunch of really good alternative just waiting to be heard. Flaw, Skillet, Lo-Pro, The Living End... One day, Rogeroo will be in a list like that. No inspiration for songs lately. Content playing covers. Though vocals for my as-yet-non-drummer-band do sound good. And the guitars are getting better. Slow and steady. Another few months, and hopefully i'll be employed and can make enough money to buy drums. Another few years, and hopefully I wont be in jail and you'll be buying my CD's. There's another "Navy party" at my residence tonight. Some really senior officers and their wives coming over. And as usual, Mum's making the most awesome spread. She's cooking in the kitchen right now, and all i'm wondering is why the hell am I sitting here typing this damn thing when my tasting services may be required. Be right back... Ah... chocolate cake, rich chocolate cake, with walnuts, its almost like a brownie, so rich, so chocolate, oh man, oh crap, she found out... Arsenal's won the Premiership! Woohoo! Saving sporting grace. Thierry Henry was voted Player's Player Of The Year. He's the best. I only wish they'd won the treble. Anyways, you can't have it all. My life's a mix. Sometimes I can almost have the things I want, and then they just fade away. Naive. Never. Just unlucky... atleast i'm happy. Vanilla Coke's been avoiding me. Ever since it came out, i've just had a sip from someone else. Everytime I go out, I never seem to find it. I played basketball the other day. I suck so bad at the game. All I was doing was running up and down the court. I had 13 open shots, and you will be glad to know that I missed every single one. In fact, the only time I had the ball in my fingers for more than 4 seconds was when I went to fetch it from out of bounds, and then too I almost tripped myself. I must start running again, or playing cricket, otherwise i'll suck at every sport... maybe I should try hockey. By the way, this Blurty turns one year old on the first. If you've been reading for that long, thank you for wasting your time. If you're here for the first time, come back in about a week's time. I promise you I can bore you further. If you're somewhere in between, yes I still don't have a girlfriend, and yes I still have "relatively" long hair. One day, you will understand why i'm not fat anymore. Song: Am I Ever Gonna Find Out - Lifehouse Poetry In Static Patience can wait for now I think I've waited for too long You always gave a choice Well I know right to be wrong All my life has been slipping through your hands Thought Sleep in the afternoon. Till next time... More Oasis For Everyone Current Mood: contemplative (Comment on this)
Saturday, April 24th, 2004
3:58 pm	You Took Your Last Chance Once Again Qualifying! Three weeks is just too long. Someone described my condition as a "withdrawal syndrome". I'm not expecting much from the Mclarens this weekend as well. Just hope. I love my car. It's brilliant. I could just drive forever. And fifth gear's a dream. Living my boredom. There's just nothing to do but watch TV all day, and play the acoustic. I want to learn Spanish. Overwhelming lethargy. Sitting around all day watching imprecious time just pass by. Can't even get any ideas for new songs. Haven't read the newspaper in so long. Just completely allowing myself to waste slowly. Overwhelming lethargy, so I just let it happen. Roger takes me for a walk in the evening. We spend "quality time" together. Major bonding happening between us of late. I think it's because he likes me playing the guitar. He takes me for a short stroll in the morning as well. It's good fun. We "make eyes" at all the fine lady doggies. He's quite lonely I think. Dogs have an insane capacity to sleep. He sleeps atleast 16 hours a day, and the rest of the time he rests. Semi-charmed life. Some questions that need immediate answering: 1) Why don't I have Audioslave's CD yet? 2) If all the world's a stage, and we are, in fact, actors, who watches the play? 3) Where are the goddamn drummers? 4) Who chooses the playlist on MTV? ... give him/her a piece of my mind, and a kick in the groin. 5) What the heck is palm-muting? 6) You really think I need answers? I'd make a great talk-show host. Seriously. My ability to make useless conversation is only second to my ability to make gourmet omlettes. Both are acquired skills, that come with great practice, many onions, and several curses in four different languages. Song: The Outsider - A Perfect Circle (don't really like the band, and only just about the song) Poetry In Static Lying through your teeth again Suicidal imbecile Think about it, put it on the fautline What'll it take to get it through to you precious Come to this, why do you wanna throw it away like this Thought Try vodka and beer in a shot glass... for the sake of trying. Till next time... For Senna Current Mood: frustrated (Comment on this)
Friday, April 23rd, 2004
11:28 am	I Tried Prayin But I Know Just What You're Sayin To Me The party at Bandra was great. Since we go there so often, I guess its become a tradition that we always end up at Hawaiian Shack. A whole bunch of my friends were there, and we had a ball. We got there by around ten forty five, and surprisingly, they charged us a cover of 400 bucks a couple. They've started charging cover on weekdays as well, only recently. This time I was sober throughout. Alchohol's just not feeling right. I had a lemon Breezer and that was about all. They give out free tequila when the song plays (Tequila). Most of my friends were quite drunk, and thankfully, I stayed level all night. By the way, I need dance lessons desperately. We could barter on a "designer" plectrum... 5 reasons why we need chocolate flavoured everything: 1) Chocolate apples! ... oh how I have dreamed of thee... 2) BBC says it's good for your heart. Do we really need an excuse? 3) Think of all the happy little children, and the happy happy dentists. 4) No war, no poverty, no unemployment, no pollution... just chocolate starfish. 5) Buy something else for your girlfriend. Listen to "Only One" by Lifehouse. If my fingers aren't dead from bar-chord overload, ask me to play it for you. My Dad wants to buy me new clothes. This after several heated debates that what my need of the hour is a new acoustic and not new clothing. Why don't we appreciate simple pleasures? Everything we do ends up being done because it's what's expected to be done. Change dammit. If you're not gonna change, don't expect me not to, coz i'm not sitting around waiting to find out what I already know. Song: Only One - Lifehouse Poetry In Static I guess you're the only one, that nobody changes I guess you're the only one, that will never change faces I guess you're the only one Thought Don't sit around waiting to find out what you already know. Till next time... Repetition Current Mood: listless (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, April 21st, 2004
11:11 am	Six Feet From The Edge I would die, without the music. Almost 20 years of my existence, and i've created such a dependence to the music that it has become, in fact, the basis of my existence. I don't have this much of an attachment even to people. You take away the music, you take away my life... So get me a new guitar. I've been playing it a lot lately. Got the tabs for a whole bunch of songs. In fact, this evening I had a 45 minute acoustic "session" with myself. It was awesome. You should've been there. Roger will vouch for it. Watch the 8th episode of Futurama, in the 5th season. It's unbelievably funny. I've nothing to do all day, so I sit at home and watch old South Park and Futurama epidodes. This particular episode though, is by far the funniest Futurama i've ever seen. If you want to know the reason behind Fry being in the future, watch it. Watch it even if you don't care. Imola's coming up on Sunday. 10 years ago, at this very race, I watched Ayrton Senna die. Ayrton Senna died in a Williams. He'd left Mclaren for the season, but people thought he'd come back. This year, i'll be happy if both Mclarens finish the race. I'm partying in Bandra tonight. Lately, (ever since the last time I was in Bandra) i've become averse to alchohol. It just doesn't taste like it did. Quite sad, but i've learnt to enjoy myself without being too high. In fact, "i'm so high, i'm never low." Listen to Puddle Of Mudd... There are many things I would like to say to you, but I just can't. Song: What You Are - Audioslave (must buy CD) Poetry In Static And when you wanted blood, I cut my veins. And when you wanted love, I bled myself again. Now that I've had my fill of you, I'd give you up forever. Thought Say what you say, and give it all away. Till next time... One Year In Nine Days! Current Mood: discontent (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, April 19th, 2004
9:56 am	I've Seen The Fight Club About 28 Times I am insanely bored. Days are just going by without any concern of wasted time and wasted energy. Most of the day goes by with me staring at this computer screen looking for inspiration to write, and chords of Third Eye Blind songs. And apart from the chords, I can't seem to find much else. Every night I sit at my bed, and after my fingers have hurt so hard I can't play the guitar anymore, I stare. Just stare, at the walls, at the dog, at the CD's, at anything. I try reading, but that just puts me to sleep. The only thing interesting is the music. Right now i'm listening to Train, and Stereophonics. Very nice stuff, but just enough to keep me awake, and staring. Thinking about how things should be, and why Mclaren seem to be nowhere in the Championship. I'm through with my fifth song. It's called "Underground". It's quite intense, and a little heavy-ish. But I guess it's my best yet. I'm getting a little better at song-writing with every song I write. Atleast I hope so. But then, as long as they sound good to me, I don't really care much. Maybe, I don't really wanna know, how your garden grows. The weather's not too great these days. It's so damn hot during the day, and just about eases up a little at night. It's like the annoying stray that just follows you around, and just when you thought you lost it, there it is again taking a whiz on the bumper of your recently washed car. It's very stubborn, it doesn't go away. So all you can do is make angry sounds, and wave your hands in an arbid fashion. I thought the summer was the sunshine. I've always got something to say, of late. Somehow, i'm never quite at a loss for words. There are brief periods of silence, but then it's just because I didn't know the verse as well as I thought I did. Song: Leaving On A Jet Plane - John Denver (been playing this with increasing frequency) Poetry In Static There’s so many times I’ve let you down So many times I’ve played around I tell you now, they don’t mean a thing Thought The only reason I could hate you, was if you dented my car. Till next time... Down To One Last Breath Current Mood: blah (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, April 16th, 2004
3:16 pm	I've Let My Walls Come Down I've not been acting myself lately. It's not like i've been acting like someone else... just not myself. This does sound a little stupid, but it's true. And I don't have much of a clue why. I'm quite selfish with my feelings. They're mine, not be shared like my new Coldplay CD. Maybe it's about time I bought a new guitar. I'm up every night till three thirty, four, thinking. I started writing a new song. It's very intense, and it's got a very heavy bass line. The chords sounded good so I started putting words to them. Depressing music is the only thing keeping me happy these days. That, and Roger. Roger's not been acting himself lately either. He doesn't talk much these days, and the guitar puts him to sleep. And sometimes, he gives me this very I-know-what-you-did-last-summer stare. And 10 minutes later it mysteriously changes to a I-STILL-know-what-you-did-last-summer stare. Patience. The only thing that can save the world. As opposed to frustration. If it doesn't work out now, maybe you should wait a little. And don't go breaking guitars in music videos... There's absolutely nothing interesting on TV these days. What the hell is going on? First of all, it's another TWO weeks till the next race, and that's just a 2 hour affair anyways. Then, music broadcasts are getting, for want of better language, suckier and suckier. Also, Cartoon Network is in Hindi, so that's another bummer. The only thing worth watching these days is the Mr. Bean animated series on Pogo. Song: With This Knife - Smile Empty Soul Poetry In Static (Somehow, this is close to what I feel right now. So there you go.) I let myself fall into a lie I let my walls come down I let myself smile and feel alive I let my walls come down No matter how I try I don't know why You push so far away You wrapped your hands tight around my heart And squeezed it full of pain Thought I'm never sad, but i'm not always happy. Till next time... I'll Cut Out The Part Of Me Current Mood: crappy (Comment on this)
Tuesday, April 13th, 2004
5:58 pm	Don't Come Round Here, Tell Me I Told You So Arsenal's out of the Champions League! It's been a really bad week for sports. Both McLarens didn't finish at Bahrain, India got its ass whooped in the second test, and now this. I mean come on... how much disappointment can a single dingle take. If you told me that Oasis songs are messages of the anti-Christ when played backwards, i'd believe you right now. One question we must all ask ourselves - "where is the love?". Somehow though, I was almost expecting something like this to happen. Sport is like an economic cycle... and right now is a bad depression. No fear, there is a silver lining... in everything. Atleast Arsenal's winning the Premiership. I've got a whole bunch of new music...again. There's Coldplay's "Live 2003" disc which, by the way, also has a VCD of the concert at Sydney. The disc is really good, and the version of "Yellow", with a new intro, sounds unbelievable. I haven't watched the whole VCD yet, but whatever little I have is absolute classic material. Just haven't found the time to watch the whole thing. I also got the new Offspring LP, Splinter. Mostly I got it just coz my brother wanted to listen to it. I have their "Americana" album which had some good stuff, so I could consider myself an almost Offspring fan. The disc has got some added material like videos, and a tour of the Offspring studio, which is pretty good, though I still have to listen to the whole disc. Smile Empty Soul's self titled album is really good. I'd seen a few of their videos on TV and thought they were very okay. But they've got some really good songs on the album. There's this song, "Silhouettes", which is absolutely brilliant. It's probably an anthem, but only almost, coz all thats playing on TV these days is Enrique Iglesias, the only thing remotely interesting of whom is Anna Kournikova. Watched "Uptown Girls" at the theatre today. It's quite a boring movie really. Brittany Murphy, though cute, has got only her looks working for her. The movie is almost funny at times, but thats as far as it gets. If you've got nothing better to do and really want to watch a movie, look somewhere else. I've got a few offers for employment, and I think there's something interesting there I might wanna look at. Hopefully, time is not ticking out. The guitar's sounding quite good lately. My plectrum broke, so I fashioned one out of a Tazo. Its really good. I sandpapered it thin, and shaped it. It plays pretty well. Maybe I have a career in making designer plectrums. The things people do to save 7 rupees... Song: Fallen - Sarah Mclachlan Poetry In Static Though I've tried, I've fallen... I have sunk so low I have messed up Better I should know So don't come round here And tell me I told you so... Thought It's difficult to take the chances you know could hurt bad. Till next time... Waiting To Take The Chance Current Mood: indescribable (Comment on this)
Monday, April 5th, 2004
9:51 am	Hot Dog Flavoured Water I've been really ill lately. Had another attack of viral fever, second inside of two months. Paid another visit to the doctor and once again almost passed out at the blood test. The nurse couldn't find the vein, so she just kept pokin around. The worst part about this time is that it's right in the middle of my exams. It's very difficult to study when you're knocked out with antibiotics. The two papers I took during the episode were written under severe sleepiness and desperately trying to stay focussed. Situation's much better now and i'm stuck with a sore throat, but that's about all. My Mum and Dad have it though, and that just worsens the already edgy mood at home. I hate it when my Dad gets ill. He gets really irritated and blows up at the slightest. It's the same when he brings home bad office days. Very annoying. Just have to live through it. Better not smile though, coz then you're really askin for it. What a pissoff. My Gramma's back from the States. She arrived on the 2nd. I drove to the airport to pick her up. It's an hour and a half going, and an hour coming back. The fly-overs on the way are a big help and cut down travel time by atleast 45 minutes. Though Bombay cab drivers are very dangerous. They have old Fiats, and they're not afraid to use them. Armed and dangerous... I got the "Live In Texas" CD/DVD set. It's absolutely brilliant. I haven't seen the DVD yet, but the CD is smashing. My Gramma bought it from the States. She didn't get "Stanley Climbfall" though, and I was really looking forward to that disc. But this Linkin Park LP is kick ass. 20000 screaming fans going "Crawling in my skin, these wounds they will not heal." God I wish I was there. Will let you know how the DVD turns out, but I figure it ought to be way better than the CD. So just "Shut up when i'm talking to you... Shut up... I'm about to break!" My guitar broke! Nooo! The fret board somehow detached itself from the main body. I super glued it back, but i'm not sure it'll hold on for too long. The worst part is, while I was re-stringing, the e string cut. So I have to buy a new one. Have to buy a new goddam guitar. Need employment. Arsenal's out of the F. A. Cup. They lost the semi-final 1-0 to United. Damn. I was really hoping for a treble this year. Hope they don't screw up the Champions League, coz they look unbeatable in the Premiership. If this were an ideal world, there would be no illness, drummers would be a dime a dozen, McLaren would win their goddam races and everyone would be fat... Don't ask why... In a few years, you wont bother. Song: I Miss You - Blink182 Poetry In Static Don't waste your time on me you're already The voice inside my head (I miss you miss you) Don't waste your time on me you're already The voice inside my head (I miss you miss you) Thought Don't waste you're time on me Till next time... The Voice Inside Your Head Current Mood: confused (Comment on this)
Friday, March 26th, 2004
9:23 pm	It Wasn't Easy, Then Nothin Is There's a fine line between lethargy and laziness, and I seem to walk this line with the greatest of ease. I don't think this is something I should be proud of, but change is something i'm just to sleepy to do. Been real tired lately, and these stupid exams aren't a massive help. Everything I do nowadays is done with this increasing feeling of perpetual exhaustion. It's like spilling coffee and falling asleep while cleaning up. And it's not like i've been doing some major physically taxing work... just lack of sleep, and acoustic guitar, and Alien Ant Farm's new CD. I dislike people who talk too loud. There's something very unnerving about them. Don't hide what you have to say behind your words, coz unless you're on the phone, you're face gives it away. If you have something to hide, do what I do... sing. What is it with people calling me "sweet"! I can't stand that crap anymore. Been getting this "you're so sweet" thing so often, its getting sour...ok, bad pun. But please, stop calling me sweet. That just sucks. I'm just about as sweet Cartman (respect his authority). If you have to describe my occasionally passable behavior, don't. And yes, this does mean you. I've recently discovered that the word "yonder" is the funniest word I know. Say it, by itself, not in a sentence. Yonder. Once so aptly described as "some gay farmer's dead buffalo". Heh. And the second funniest word I know, is "goop". I know you're gonna say it's not a word, but wait till you see what my Mum feeds Roger. "Everything" by Lifehouse is the song of the month. It's so brilliant. When you're alone in your room, at 2 in the morning, thinking useless thoughts about how things should be, listen to the song. Sometimes it gets really intense, especially when it's the only sound around...and I just can't stop listenin. I need a sign to let me know you're here, coz my TV set just keeps it all from being clear. Not enough people take my advice. Seriously, its not that bad, even if it may "seem" so. Many of this world's miseries could be avoided if people just listened. I mean, explain to me exactly what's wrong about living indifferent. I may be un-talented, un-skilled, un-employed and in-confusion, but atleast i'm reasonably happy being me. Song: All I Want Is Everything - Def Leppard Poetry In Static It's hard to hold your head up When you're kneelin down to pray And talkin don't come easy now When the words get in the way Thought People who give advice, need it most themselves Till next time... Song 2 Current Mood: bored (Comment on this)
Wednesday, March 24th, 2004
1:25 pm	Any Better Than This My board exams have officially begun. Surprisingly, the first one, International Economics, went off better than I expected. I might even get close to 65... Not a bad days effort. The last exam is on the 7th, after which I go back to being an uncontributing youth in this wonderful country of ours. Frustration and angst. The devil's refugee is gonna be blinded by the light that follows me. This month's cell bill is gonna be huge. I've been using the cell like a landline. And now is the time for me to conserve monetary resources till I find a source of remuneration. Though i'm getting used to making calls for the stupidest of reasons. And sending messages for even stupider ones. There's so much that can be said in 160 characters of text, and it never gets redundant. It's like messenger, only not so instant. If you're leaving will you take me with you, i'm tired of talkin on my phone. I think you should've gotten used to figuring out that the incoherence is lyrics. CAT percentiles are out. Mine was a 97.2 percentile. That means that only 2.8 percent of all students who took the CAT scored more than me. This is another of those "if-only" moments. Been having a lot of those these days. If only i'd applied to more colleges. If only i'd actually studied. If only i'd stopped listening to Seether. If only... Anyways, i'm not majorly disappointed or anything. In fact, i'm a little full of myself. 97.2 percentile when I was writing a song the day before the test. Not bad for a not so hard days work. By next time, I should have enough songs for an LP. Some people have described me as incorrigible, but then, they're just some people. Surprisingly, my Dad's been cutting me some major slack lately. The frequency of our "friendly" chats has reduced a considerable extent, ever since the cricket tour started. An endearing quality about life in my family is that cricket can be discussed for hours on end, regardless of the other mindless crap going on. I would here, like to bring your attention to the fact that between my father and myself are shared nearly 60 years of cricket talking experience. This is, at times, the only saving grace about my family life...that is apart from Mum being the best cook in the world. Good food and good cricket...now if only I had a big bosomed drummer, life would be quite peachy indeed. Song: Everything - Lifehouse (11 times in the last 16 hours) Poetry In Static You calm the storms, and you give me rest. You hold me in your hands, you won't let me fall. You steal my heart, and you take my breath away. Would you take me in? Take me deeper now? Thought Nice guys don't necessarily finish last, though most often they're at the end of the line Till next time... Supercollider Current Mood: hopeful (Comment on this)
Saturday, March 20th, 2004
6:30 pm	Would You Take Everything For Granted Like You Do? I am an expert at talking my way out of, or into situations. It's a gift very few people are privileged to possess. The only other person I know who has this special gift, is my brother, who, for the last 16 years, has been talking himself out of so much trouble, it's a wonder he's not a politician yet. And speaking of trouble, I can see myself getting into plenty in the near future. Signs of employment are as bleak as bleak can be, and I can seriously see myself doing absolutely nothing constructive in the immediate weeks after my exams...heh, guess everything will probably be same old, same old. Hope this rock star thing works out, coz otherwise there's just a lot of talking to be done. I'm going through 8 CD's a day, on an average. I'm up every night till 4a.m., attempting, mostly unsuccessfully, to study. The max i've done is 11 discs, and at the rate it's going now, i'm gonna need a lot of new music in like 4 days. Damn. To think it'll probably be another year atleast before Third Eye Blind release a new LP. The hair trim has provoked mixed reactions. Some say the long was better. Some say it's more "presentable". But then, some might say, we will find a brighter day. I haven't exercised one bit in so long. I tried running the other day, but I got this shooting pain in my stomach. It's the second time it's happened and I hope it's not something serious. Somehow, even though I am quite chickenshit, I have a relatively strong physical composition, and "serious" things rarely happen. Anyways, i'm keeping my fingers crossed...actually, i'm not. The last time I kept my fingers crossed for something, I ended up broken. And imagine how annoying it is typing when every time you press Backspace you also press Equal To. 5 reasons why Oasis are the best band in the world: 1) No one else can pull off a Champagne Supernova. 2) "There are many things that I would like to say to you, but I don't know how" doesn't even rhyme, and yet...it fits perfectly. 3) n number of different guitarists aren't gonna change the sound. 4) Their B-sides are better than most others A-sides. 5) "She sniffs it through a cane, on a supersonic train. ... Can I ride with you, in your BMW? You can sail with me, in my yellow submarine." .... Need I say more? Song: Open Your Eyes - Staind Poetry In Static What would you do If it was you Would you take everything for granted Like you do Thought Don't look back in anger Till next time... Cold Coffee Current Mood: refreshed (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, March 19th, 2004
9:52 am	All Kinds Of Time I have realised that trying to make things happen just doesn't work. "Things" just happen. And the harder you try to make them happen, the worse they're gonna end up. It's like making an omlette, only worse. So, from this newfound knowledge I have acquired, I now know that the best thing to do, is wait. In fact, i've been waiting all my life... I got the new Fountains Of Wayne CD! It's called "Welcome Interstate Managers", and after listening to it just once, I can safely say that Fountains Of Wayne have mastered the art of making three and a half minutes mean so much, and in the most un-inhibitedly poetic manner possible. The first 10 tracks in the 16 track album would definitely put many bands' Best Of albums to bitter shame. After listening to "Stacy's Mom", three words would probably cross your mind...One Hit Wonder. Believe me, they are anything but... Each song is so well...crafted..that you'd want to listen to it over and over. Trust me, its worth every buck you pay for it. Here's the clincher of todays entry. I paid a visit to the barber. Yes, you read right, the barber. 15 minutes and 18 rupees later, my hair was trimmed. Its not a massive trim...just got rid of the curly part at the back. My dad says he'll give me 500 bucks if I cut my hair proper proper...but I don't think i'll take him up on his offer. I could use the cash, but then again, i've been living in poverty so long it's grown on me. Oh by the way, the Swatch ad that sounds like Dave Mathews, is actually Five For Fighting. The song's called "Something About You" and it's on their new CD. ... Where would you be, without me...heh. You have absolutely no idea how much trouble I get into for keeping this journal up. Sometimes I wonder whether it's really worth the effort. "Freedom of speech" and all that crap. And all this angst for what? Heh, if it made any difference, please let me know. I could do with some sorrow of mine own... Just imagine me using names! Oooh, these thin lines we walk... Song: All Kinds Of Time - Fountains Of Wayne Poetry In Static He's got all kinds of time He's got all kinds of time All kinds of time He's got all kinds of time All kinds of time Thought I never meant to cause you trouble... I never meant to do you wrong Till next time... I Got All Kinds Of Time Current Mood: calm (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, March 16th, 2004
12:49 pm	Sleepy Sleep I've been thinking...I do that once in a while...when the television's stopped working...and the goddamn CD player's busted itself...and MSN is down for maintenance. I've been thinking that maybe what this world needs is more yellow Labradors. Think about it. If one yellow Labrador can keep a whole family happy, then shouldn't every family have one. In this argument, as in all other arguments made by economists, we make certain assumptions. First, that there are no people allergic to dogs. Second, that the law of diminishing marginal utility (which states that the more oranges you consume, the less you want to consume them) somehow doesn't quite apply to this thesis. Third, that a steady and continuous supply of yellow Labradors is easily and readily available. Fourth, the movie "Lassie" was never made. And fifth, technology remains constant (just don't ask why). Also, we have eliminated from our discussion, the presence of Black Labradors and those pesky Poms.A UN resolution code named 'CRAP', or Canine Redistribution for Arbitrary Peace, should be passed in order to facilitate the speedy delivery of millions of yellow Labrador puppies to millions of unhappy families around the world. Funds for this project can be procured by siphoning them from other unimportant programmes like primary education, and the SPCA. Eventually, once every family has in its possession one in number yellow Labrador, a follow-up programme will be conducted every 6 months to assess the happiness levels of the dogs..."because only happy dogs can make happy families!" By the way, 'Rogeroo' is probably gonna be the name of my band...after Roger...my dog...who was, in fact, the REAL inspiration for 'My Pretty Friend'. If you think i've lost all sense of sanity, you're probably right. All this Industrial Relations theory has gotten to my head, and i'm slowly losing myself to thoughts of useless use. Song: Mexican Wine - Fountains Of Wayne Poetry In Static The sun still shines in the summer time I'll be yours if you'll be mine I tried to change but I changed my mind Think i'll have another glass of Mexican Wine Thought You don't get drunk on red wine and fight no more Till next time... Sleepy Sleep Sleep Current Mood: bored (Comment on this)
Monday, March 15th, 2004
2:02 pm	My Smile Will Not Mislead You Was there some lesson in LIFE that I just conveniently missed? I mean, am I the only one who's looking at it different? What the hell is happening? Why are people reading so much into things that are just, there? Somewhere along the line, we've lost the simplicity... in everything. Unconsciously, everything is being analysed, over and over, forwards and backwards, up and down, until its come to a point where we're just confusing ourselves with these stupid permutations of how things SEEM to be. If i'm making sense to you, explain it to me sometime... I'm at a place right now where i'm not sure who's enjoying my company, and who's just using me. In fact, i've become such a doormat, I might as well just give it all up and become a whore. The worst part is, there's not much to give up. Damn. This study business is definitely not working out for me. Maybe i'm just not cut out for it. ... yeah right. This, after 3 years of economics, and 2 more being contemplated. God, what an Alec Smart i've become! By the way, I need a job after the 7th of April. If you know anyone, who knows someone, who needs someone to work, do let me know. From my vast experience on Earth i've deduced that knowing the right people at the right places is a very beneficial knowledge. Unfortunately, most of the people I know are either at the wrong place, or they're just plain wrong. My self sustained abstinence from the guitar is killing me...slowly...like a cancer. I've got so many ideas in my head, just spinning around in this unusual orbit that just might blow itself apart after my exams in this pathetic attempt of destiny to spite my existence. Oh the frustration... One question I think we must all ask ourselves - where were you, while we were gettin high? I want, to write a book. I want, to cut a record real soon. I want, to get a girlfriend. I want, that people will stop being insanely immature. I want, that Oasis never stop. I want, that Arsenal go unbeaten forever. I want, Mclaren to win. I want, liberation of postal service. I want, Michael Jackson all night long... Heh, you should've seen the ad. You want to know why I don't use names? Figure it out yourself. Song: Good For You - Third Eye Blind Poetry In Static Hey, Will you stay, awhile My smile will not mislead you 'Cause I've been alone, my faith turned to stone Still there's something in you that I believe in Close to your pierce I go wild with fears Still I let you be I feel you next to me Thought Now you're leaving New York, for no better place Till next time... Doormat Current Mood: devious (Comment on this)
Sunday, March 14th, 2004
12:30 pm	Self Induced Boredom The last entry was the biggest load of crap i've ever written. Forgiveness please for boredom induced. Nowadays everything is just getting a little hectic and maybe a little wierd, so i'm thinking about useless stuff a lot. But seriously, that last entry was absolutely inexcusable. The next time you meet me, slap me 4 times on either cheek, curse my ancestry as much as legally possible and flail your arms wildly while yelling "rape rape!" at the top of your voice. ... On second thoughts, don't. I don't look like much of a rapist. Board's are gonna start on the 22nd, and the way things are going, i'm thinking I probably have a better chance at them next year. I just cannot get myself to concentrate my attention for more than 13 minutes at a time. Its really frustrating, and the worst part is, its all my fault. I've promised myself not to touch the guitar till the 7th...when they get over...and the CD player has somehow busted itself, but still, my limited 13 minute attention span prevents any attempt at a significant study effort. Something has to be done, and fast...don't wanna have another 'CAT-gate' on my hands. I'm now officially unemployed. The 12th of March was my last day of part time employment. God! I never expected to enjoy working as much as I did. And I know for a fact that I was probably working with the best bunch of people i'd ever have the opportunity to work with. I hate to believe that all good things must come to an end, and maybe i'll go back someday. Time is ticking out... My brother's trying to learn to play the guitar. If you thought you sucked at something, take that thought, multiply it by nine million, cube it, thrice, and you'll reach a value that will give you just an inkling of an idea at how badly he sucks at playing it. I feel bad for him sometimes, but the pig refuses to listen. Its like talking to a wall, only worse. I showed him the chords to 'Drift and Die', and you will be pleased to know that Wes Scantlin...lead singer, Puddle of Mudd...will forever turn in his grave. And for those already in graves, thank your lucky stars. Though I think, given the incentive, he could probably wake the dead...definitely not killing you softly with his song. If I had a million bucks, i'd spend it on a set of drums, a drummer, and a whole bunch of mentos...love those chewys. Song: No Better Place - Fountains Of Wayne (If you know me, you have to listen to this song) Poetry In Static Is that supposed to be your poker face Or was someone run over by a train? You’re minding your own business But you’re begging for forgiveness Just the same Thought Not all good things happen to good people Till next time... Hoping Good Things For Good People Current Mood: discontent (Comment on this)