Tuesday, June 30, 2009

a musical folly corrected...


"i was foolish enough to attend a local rock concert. i had hoped against hope for good music. i was foolish."


...so here's a bit of a saving grace. a little something for all Pink Floyd fans. don't ask where i got it all from. i have pretty much every fart sound those buggers made...


ps: there are 4 tracks on the playlist...indulge! :)

Sunday, June 28, 2009

a boy with his comic books...

"Did he who made the Lamb make thee?" ~ William Blake (the Tyger)

...spent time in the College, discussing poetry with the professors. this year's batch at the English department is sure to have their task cut out for them and a lot to contemplate about. Byron, Blake, Keats, Shelly, Tennyson, Milton, Lee Hunt...some of the ones i like are 'IN'. sadly, i am not a student of literature per say.

i have always pushed the idea of incorporating a study of a certain kind of modern literature, the comic book one, into the syllabus. comics have the capacity to open an entire world of human thought channeling it into a graphical vision that has only added to the meaning of the written word, despite being camouflaged in ink strokes. from my first comic book of Flash Gordon and emperor Ming battling it out, to my collection of Batman comics and the dark Kafkaesque insanity of the Joker's existence and purpose, comics have gripped me unlike any other form of written literature. if Nietzsche was the dark prince of the philosophical genre, who immortalized chaos and insanity and the utter lack of human morals in his books, it was the Joker that brought his ideas to life. the Sandman saga of Neil Gaiman re-established the existentialists and their order of the inevitable death and the meaninglessness of the resurgent and constant human effort against the unstoppable tide of time. sometimes bodering on the very edge of our foundations of right and wrong and even God. comic books and poetry have a lot in common. it is the idea underneath the ink that lures, and in some cases to the ones that dig deeper, it appals.

Watchmen. ~ Alan Moore

...sometimes nothing need be said. sit back and enjoy.

"Economics might your bread and butter, but Literature is your jam and honey that you so very like to spread over your bread."
~ Susanne Ma'am

...i do have a sweet tooth.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

here and there and again...all in the rain!

the feline's lazy stretch is interrupted midway and suddenly his fur springs up, electrified...the ears twitch continuously and in one leap the cat is at the window. looking out. disapprovingly. cats never liked water anyways. i am a different story.

like the parched earth, i too await the first rain...to drench in it. to let the water droplets spatter all over me in their fall from the heavens. to listen to the booming call of the thunder that promises more rain. to see the streaks of white lightening dart down from the skies, telling me that my wait is over. now is the time to indulge. rejuvinate. and i do what i always did as a child. run out and stand in the rain...

"for a while a part of me long gone, lives again in the rain."

...then i take the bike out for a ride. stop by at the chai-walla. but today i shall order a coffee. "ekdum kadak karna mausi." light up a cigarette. sit down and see the world pass by, some running helter-skelter to escape the downpour, others calmly soaking up like me. on the way back home it is the obvious stop at the paani puri walla. indulge me!

"the 'current' me has his own way of enjoying the rains. "

...today was the first rain of the season.




inside Crossword

rains mean books. a few shorter hours spent picking up the right ones i would want to read...

...and long hours by the window reading whilst the rain drizzles outside.


pigeons are filthy birds. i never really liked them. to me they are pigs with wings. just that they are uglier. the cat too has a certain disdain for them. he merely swats at them with his paws...

...but they do make for being good subjects for the camera!


pot by the window. not pot-head by the window...

the pot by the window

the pot (b/w)

the water pipe

...and a few things beyond the window as well.


the lemon law is quite simple. Barney swears by it as do many economists (the Lemons & Plums story!)...

dumped lemons

...guess someone else does too. more than Barney and the economists!


eventually, we all come back home! but the real fun lies en route...

Friday, June 19, 2009

God's two children...

Fine Arts Annual Display 09'

...epochs are traversed in search of him. time in which civilizations were built and destroyed. the sacrifices that we have made; cutting out our own beating hearts at the altar, pillaging our own homes and burning our own children. all merely an attempt to placate an insatiable hunger...

stones, metals, mountains, rivers. our hands have carved, bent, melted and molded them all. even as wars have been waged and battles have been fought over centuries, during which we pushed ourselves to the limits of our imagination and resourcefulness in turning stones and sticks into a screeching messiah of instantaneous death and annihilation. we put our only world at stake to build a house for him who shall never come down to us. was all this was but an illegitimate bastard's attempts at finding the approval of his father and to appease and uphold him? him, who had forsaken him at birth. him, who had walked away a long time ago.

"we are the angry children of an angry God."

we shall burn the ones who say otherwise. we shall rape and murder the ones who oppose us. we shall eradicate the ones who stand in our way. and in doing so we shall find our rightful place beneath the feet of our father when the day of reckoning comes.


for more pics go to the photoblog

...time is held still as we find the peace within ourselves. a sense of belonging with the world around us. a world that was created in immense beauty. a mirror to the joy that our birth brought to him...

the gentle fragrance of the blossoms of spring bring to us the message from him. we are to be flowers ourselves and spread the love that we have been infused with to the ones around us. bring joy to the beleaguered and tired eyes of our fellow men. like the flower of spring does to our eyes. we are to heal the wounds of misguided hatred with our compassion and save this world that we have been bestowed with for the many children of our father who shall one day come following in the footsteps of our father himself.

"we are the happy children of a joyous God."

we shall rebuild that has been destroyed. we shall restore the joy that has been taken from us. we shall embrace all those whom we meet. and in doing so we shall one day meet our father who shall embrace us into his arms when our time comes.


...so which child are we?

Monday, June 15, 2009

neat hi chalega...

it is a crazy thing to be wanting and wanting and wanting. not just for yourself but for everyone you love and care about as well. it is equally insane to be demanding, reciprocating and compromising for the things that matter to us in life whilst simultaneously cajoling the mechanisms of Karma to grease and smooth out the glitches in "OUR PLANS". on most days we simply run headfirst along a trajectory to our future...

...on some days i settle down into my comfort posture, lean back and remain so. and the inspiration to do so comes from the most mundane of things.

things may not be 'fantastic!' neither do they have to be 'just right!' sometimes a simple 'neat' is all that matters to satiate the ferocious ambition of the myopic and short-sighted Nachi that is fueled by the capacity to compact life in to 'momentary' bits.

for now i am satisfied. for now i am happy. tomorrow, is another day. "aaj ke liye mere ko neat hi chalega."

today i could very well be a Diogenes in a barrel with a cat in my lap...

...but for the fact that i don't have a barrel!

Thursday, June 11, 2009

flying in my dreams...

Where the hell are you? gone MIA? lazy arse!!

the melee of being at the crossroads is not overrated. there is something about the paradox that is the inside and the outside. perspective seekers argue upon which side we really are on. does it really matter? we are all here. stuck in being transient. momentarily put in a situation where we have to once again choose.

...at least it all leads to somewhere! wish me luck. it's my time to choose. and knowing me, it's not going to be what i think it is to be...


...Also, just a few lines that i found. some words that we boys sang back when life was about no one in particular and the rum made it easier to say cheesy things and get away with it. somehow, it still is...

...flying in my dreams.
there is something in your eyes,
that something in your smile...

that makes me want to fly!

and now that you've gone away.
i'm loosing track of time.
i wonder what's been so wrong,
cause i feel so lonely deep inside.

...you're still on my mind,
every time i close my eyes
it's just like flying in my dreams...

~ Geo & the island boys!

...there is a minute long clip of the actual performance of the song too. but somehow i can't seem to upload it to blogger or youtube for that matter. eh, shit happens!