Wednesday, June 25th, 2008
We were discussing, and a colleague of mine asked “Scent of a Woman” what’s in that movie title? What does that mean?
Asked him “Have you heard Gulam Ali singing yeh kaun aagayi dilruba, mehaki mehaki“?
Of course, he hadn’t.
Monday, June 23rd, 2008
Watching self, watching over,
self being conscious about what’s being said.
Lot of talking, nothing being said yet.
Lot of walking, not past many miles yet.
Friday, June 20th, 2008
20th June is International Surfing Day
It seems there’s a lot of things going on at Surf Riders as well.
hmmm… where is my beach?
A walk on the edge of Aghanashini is all i remember. Darn! tis been quite a while now!
Wednesday, June 18th, 2008
Everyone is heard of suicide bombers these days. Thanks to the apt attention they get in the media. At the same time there is a smaller subset of folks who neither get much attention in any publicity stunt nor have their ‘inspiration’ soaring high enough.
These are the folks whom would you meet every day if you are riding on blr roads. These are the suicide riders. An entirely fresh new breed beaming with highest level of stupidity. Yes, anticipation is the key and all that jazz is fine. Truth is either you hit me or you are hit, end result is the same. I ain’t gonna cry and neeli ain’t no nice one.
one of the side effect of the encounter is that you forget the shopping list you are making en route, when an immediate need arises for effective use of the ‘french’ language skills.
Tuesday, June 17th, 2008
What makes us, us? Us not to see! Us not to appreciate simple truths, efforts, energy!
‘cos we have never heard a song, song of the earth through a peasants tune in a remote corner of mountain!
‘cos we have never heard a song on radio on long winding road late in the night!
‘cos we have never heard the beat inside the voice of struggling soul making end meet and in love with music!
‘cos we have never exposed ourselves to wide world, we’ve been hiding behind the fear of corruption of our assumed purity a.k.a what would my neighbour (who thinks me as a purist follower) say if I experiment with my listening/playing?!
‘cos we never read a poem shining with the scent of the first rain of June nor a prose with all the shades of a blue evening breeze!
can’t blame, some need some push. some just can’t seem to think that they can think.
Saturday, June 14th, 2008
tripped over wind from the southwest
its carrying me anywhere,
everywhere
tumbling, trembling, rolling
there goes another,
the dust in the wind
swept off its feet
breathing life in wind,
happy is the flame
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