Hariyali

Hariyali, Greenery, Flora, etc. : An encounter with mud, trees, earthworms and rain :)

We also had free "hearbal" chai :P

Killing Fishes

Picture: Killing Fishes. Made it ages ago. Though I'd post it. Open it up and look at the bottom right corner.

Bye bye.

Flipped

The first question I got asked at office today morning was: "Did someone beat you up?". Ofcourse, he was joking, but that was just an indication of how "beat up" I looked.

What actually happened was a lot more frightening. And more exciting in some ways too. (I mean... getting beaten up is *really* no fun.)

It had rained pretty heavily all night and this dinky little auto was speeding down the road. Suddenly a stupid-silver Indica cuts across from the other lane! The auto-driver tries to brake and turn and ends up skidding badly. The auto touches the divider and flips! I kid you not - the autorickshaw actually turned over the side. But we were barely travelling at more than 10 Kmph! It literally just touched the damn divider and flipped.

The whole sequence was insanely scary. Have you ever been in a flipping autorickshaw? It feels like a roller coaster gone horribly wrong. And there's this thud and sheech as it comes to a stop. Also kinda shows how unstable autorickshaws actually are.

Luckily no one was injured. I did hit my left hand on something in the whole chaotic incident and that hurts a bit. But other than that - nothing else.

Within moments, there were people swarming all over the place! One chap got a bottle of water, others turned the auto upright again and there was no shortage of people asking "Aap theek ho na?" (Perhaps trying to start a conversation to find out what happened I think :P) Mumbaikars are *really* helpful when needed.

I'm still shaking a bit - but also really glad to be absolutely safe. That Guardian Angel of mine has been doing an ace job. :)

Now lets go get some coffee...

Contact

Who are we? We find that we live on an insignificant planet of a humdrum star lost in a galaxy tucked away in some forgotten corner of a universe in which there are far more galaxies than people.

Is it not careless to become too local when there are four hundred billion stars in our galaxy alone?

Wise words from wise men.

Sky-Surfing

Learning to fly -
No, you haven't got wings.
Taking off:
It's the hardest thing

A sun-sailed life,
The weight of the wind,
A panoramic view
Of Nights in white satin

But once you fly -
When you're so high,
Coming down:
Is the hardest thing

Music Without a Head

Elvis, The Beatles, The Doors, Led Zep, Pink Floyd, The Eagles and countless others. Every generation had it's superstar, it's own hero. But now, there's just a void.

Even as music sales go thru the roof, there is a growing feeling among music lovers that something has died. The soul of music has been slowly killed by the corporatisation of music. Sure, big labels, big events. But little else.

Because no one cares about music, people like Himmesh try their hand at it. The rest of the world isin't much better, with Paris Hilton and other "socialites" coming out with albums. Everyone believes they know about music. But writing lyrics, which is at the very core of music, is not something everyone can do.

Just the other day, I heard a song which went "You're my mindblowing mahia..." KP summed it up best when he said, "I know that the quality of music has diminished, but I didn't know that it was dead!" In history, the less that is written about today's music, the better.

The void is filled by nostalgia. The older ones survive on their songs. They, ofcourse, sneer at today's music. The youth, unable to understand what to listen to, turn to old records. We listen to the same music that our parents did!

In all this, the real loser is us. We have no songs to call our own. No rock anthems. Just a load of irritating bullshit. Really. We have everything nowadays. But we don't have good music.