The Shithead's name can be acronymised!!!!!!

Ahemmmm........
I think the pic should be self explanatory......NOW you truely know who I AM...........

When I fell in love with "Everything I do..."

Has it ever happened to you….that a song entered your head in a way that you cannot push it out?….Has it ever happened you are sitting there in L3 giving your TA201 exam, running desperately short of time (and being fully aware of that) and still you are humming the tune to yourself simply because you cant help yourself to it???

Happens all the time with me…Yes ladies and gentlemen…this is called falling in love..
It happened to me the first time I heard Bonjovi’s “Livin on a prayer”…and more recently…. It happened about two years back when I first heard “Unforgiven”….It happened a year back when I first heard “Wickerman”…..and wonder of wonders…
It happened day before yesterday …the song in question being Bryan Adam’s “Everything I do”

Well…the element of wonder comes from the fact that all the songs that have made it to my list of those with which I have fallen in love at first sight…(ok ok…not first “sight” per se)…are ones that I have just heard….Part of the sudden infatuation lies in the very fact that it is novel…..You have just heard it for the first time….and something in the tune has seized you…captured you in a way that you think it is inconceivable that it will ever let go….But voila …therein lies the wonder of the thing….the song in question is one I first heard about ten years back…And never….never till this day did it seize me the way it did few days back…

Those were the days when I had very little liking for music…..Not that I had little exposure though….:-))….I mean what with Elvis and Belafonte (my dad’s favourites….
How could I have little exposure to music when he made it a point to “turn it on”, as he put it….every Sunday morning, by popping a cassette of one of the aforementioned into the system)…and Dolly Parton and the Judds and Neil Diamond (my mom insisted that they were way better any day :-)))…and the traditional fare of Kishore and Manna Da (Oh yeah….now you know where my musical roots are from)…..Actually I was the odd one out in those days…A result of a rather ugly mutation of genes that rendered me incapable of appreciating music of any form… Much to the chagrin of my parents…who to artificially cure this trait of uncivilization sent me to a music class :-))))

Well…then music was born in me….(Ok that’s a pretty clichéd sentence…but cant really help it)….But this song belongs to those “Good old days” as it were….it was really my first foray into music of the nineties….When there was no music in my life to torment me (sniffles….followed by a really sentimental scene featuring me blowing my nose)…I remember the first time I heard it…It was when “Robin Hood and the prince of thieves” was being aired on star movies….I had no cable at my place …I went to somebody else’s place to watch it….Those were the wonder years….Why ,it was even before the time when I used to classify Bonjovi as rock…..Aah….but I remember it as vividly as if it were only yesterday….

And now I really must run….Not much time to write blogs when you are actually watching your ass being chewed off live…..But I cant help smiling…..This is pretty inconceivable….is it not….It is like falling in love with a person you have known…(with no accompaniment oh heart palpitations) for years…..Hmm….I can only wonder…can this happen in real life????



(Knowing evil grin….short lived though…There is a lizard making some nasty gestures at me…trying to scare me off…now can you believe THAT??)

Interpreting Dreams...

Well...actually...its not really a guide to interpreting dreams that i m attempting to write...
I have had two fairly spectacular dreams in the past week ...and voila.....i will subject u to the torture of having to read two utterly crappy poems that came out of them...


So here goes...dont shoot me


Dream 1: The Nightmare....I had something very similar two nights ago

I woke up late last night,breaking a cold sweat,
Was i not sure that I heard a creeky sound?
My heart skipped a beat, there was a buzz in my ear,
As i imagined ghastly demons and misshapen hounds.

I sat up in my bed, but the room I could not light,
As I saw the fearsome shadows on my pane,
My mind was benumbed by waking pangs of fear
I summoned all my courage, but twas all in vain.

And now I saw this strange shape in the sky,
Which I could see from the window of my room,
It was terror, aye, muted me to still of death,
As I saw, a snake coming out of a blood red moon!

My end is near, thought I in panic great,
My mind was waning,clearly I could not think,
Next thing I knew, I was lying on the floor,
wrestling with my pillow, just a bad dream!

Dream 2:gosh I am bad at this....Ok ...recursive dream :-))....U tell me what I should name It

I dreamt in my slumber's depth last night,
A castle,with a maiden fair and pure,
She had all that the heart can yearn,
But her face showed a cancer with no cure?

Then came a prince, handsome and brave,
Aye, a steel armour and a bayonet of goldm
His charm matched,his courage exceeded
The Knights you know from tales and lore.

The prince ,seeing a beauty so rare,
And yet with that sorrow in her tone,
Fought his way and broke the spell,
The princess was his for evermore.

The married and then a dark curtain fell,
I woke up,further I could not see,
But I wonder the look on your face indeed,
When I tell you, aye, the prince was me!!! :-))

The second one is for my secret love....

hmm.....long time no shitting on my blog....
well....i have been trying to study quantum for the last two or three days...the result being that i m turning(and at an alarming rate at that) into a lunatic....(oh...and u thought i already was)...

i wrote a few poems (murgi ne anda diya)....and if it drives anybody insane or encourages him/her to pull out his/her brain through his/her nose...please inform me...in that case i'll continue writing poems :-)))

Diversion

Who hasn't had the joys of a common thing called diversion,
When the mind is bent on work,tending to utter immersion.
And suddenly it wakes up,from drawn slumbers abyss,
And seeks delightful repose ,in lands of fancy and bliss..


Was it True

O was it true,that girl I saw yesternight,
O was it true,her frilly hair....
She was the one that stood out in the crowd,
She was the one with looks that dare.

Like the sea she had eyes dark green,
Playful,and yet with that wondrous gaze...
As if to entice, and then she vanished..
And left me all stuttering and in bewildered daze

Why do I write(couldn't think of a better title....:-))

My pen spews seas of blood today,
Vitriol is all that the quill would yield,
Oh,if i had the wish to write right now,
Would this be the state of affairs indeed?

And yet, I write,blundering upon words,
As a blind man on the shores of the sea,
Aah, he trips over a shiny little stone,
But he knows not, that a pearl it could be.

Why then,do I write this melancholy tune,
An aimless arrow,and yet with seeming aim,
Nay,no lovelorn wielding a lyre or harp,
Would play this for his beloved dame?

The question seems well enough founded,
And convinced I am that it meant me no ill,
And so I will end,but i'll end in rythm,
It thus gives me joy,and therefore I will.