when guitar and drums blew me into sky

I used to close my ears and say 'this is not for me' when I used to hear electronic guitar and drums playing together.
It is Noise.. sheer noise. I said so. But slowly it came into me. I cant say when it happened. It might be when I read M.T.Vasudevan's Novel. Or is it when I used to sink in lonliness. Or just when  I was browsing myspace, lastfm  or watching Nikita.

We sometimes get surprised the way we get transformed into a shape that we never imagined we could be. In college I never thought I will be going to bangalore, my family will be in marathahali, or  i will be in mumbai in a room all alone typing blogs. Life's uncertainties always have made me curious. And thats how we never lose our interest in life.
Music tightly integrates in our life. Have you ever felt when you hear an ilayaraja song you just think of your nights on the terrace of your hostel.
The song ' kaadhal kavithaigal' from 'gopura vasalile' makes me remember about my trips to IBAB.

The bombay theme music makes me remember me and yogesh going out from annamalai university hostel at late night to chidambaram's tiny raliway station.

And now I think whenever Itihnk of mumbai metro train travels will think of Solstafir or porcupine tree.

Rock is a music genre  that  gives you  an experience that can never be filled by any other music genre. It somewhere twinges your neurons and sets you in a deep drowning mood. That is  what I have always felt. You go deep and deep and somewhere you fear complete blankness that you break up and come back.

I still cant hear a hardrock music more than two songs. After which it becomes sheer noise  again. :-(
But alternative Rock binds me more. May be because it slows down and comes back. It simply becomes a trickling stream and again a  forest flood. Thats why solstafir is my favorite. ((has anyone heard of this band?.. Unfortunately the dont have a brand name and they are not english).

I lose myself when steve vai' guitar gently weeps or led zeppelin beats the drum for kashmir. You feel so loud, so whole, so broken from chains. Thats what the music genre tries to convey. It says you are all alone in this big fucking world. Run, Run,Run.. Tear off your clothes, tear off your skin,rip off your nerves, throw your red boiling blood onto the onlookers' dirty dry faces, Blow your pumping heart into chunks of meat,Tear off your muscles, Tear off your soul, your shitty stinky soul. Go mad.. Madder than a drunken horse. Wilder than an angry lonely elephant. dance like a clueless zombie without any rhythm.  Get killed without  a single dripping  drop of mercy RUN......
This is ROCK..

Avatar - A Forest Blooming Winged Dreams

White elephants roam amid blue berry trees.
Violet daisies shed thousands of their petals over orange grass blades.
Black panther roars with its shining black skin gleaming under he blood red sun.
Rhinos it heir silvery horns over the ivory tufted trees.
And Night comes. It glows. The leaves, the flowersmthe berries,the honey combs, the grass sheet, the wild red eyes. Everything glows like a big emerad studded in a bigger sky.


You guessed it.
I have watched Avatar.



You have your dreams floating over the screen.

Million colors splattered before thin black glasses.

Bio luminesence glitters all around you.

Avatar is a big beautiful dream.

Still it is simply not a dream but a symbol for a mecilessly shattered dream that was a pity prey for an unstoppable greed of one species.




Dreams that existed as gold, coffee,oil,pepper, coal,water,tusk,spotted skin, fur, rocks, and whatsoever existed and by luck still exists .

Avatar is a cult symbol that tells the monsters are not those beasts in the jungle.
But those inside the black concrete jungle.
That the aliens are not outside the planet. But WE are now the Alien. for the countless species that exist in harmony in this small planet.

When the huge tree sheds its million leaf tears and falls as ashes before you you cry loud. No they did it. And they wont stop till they make a grave out of my land. Arent those crying blue long tailed monkeys none other than you and me?

Loose script with its stereotype characters. I can see it.
But the visual dream it paints creates a script on its own.

As any art form it has flown from the hands of its creator and whirls on the blue sky like a majestic falcon.

Avatar, simply is a giant blue lotus floating in a multiplex near you.

The politics of being nobel.

Those were the days (Nostalghic moments of a guy with no big memorable moments)

Place: Bharathidasan University Men's Hostel.
Year: 1999-2003


Hostel..
Hostel remains the most memorable place for anyone who has studied staying in a hostel.
In hostel a guy sees the big big world in a colorful panorama.
Me? Is it the same for me. I dont have big colorful moments or tear jerking dramas in my hostel.

I was a lazy bug those times. I always wanted to go home. I never had style and pretended had lot of substance.
But hostel is the place where youth displays itself in its full form. There was Love,Rivalry,Jealousy,Petty fights, Strikes, Sex, Exams, Movies, Tears,Fear, Show-offs, Religion, Teases everything.
Take my hostel.. It fits as any hostel of tamilnadu.
I had few major moments for my life in hostel
I  got introduced to Ashokamitran,Puthumaippithan, Tolstoi, Kalachuvadu only at this time.
I felt life as meaningless at this time. But I know I was enjoying it. I never thought if life is so meaningless how can I enjoy it so much? How can I fear my exams so much (Even now I get dreams that I keep arrears and feel so scared).
Karmugil Lending Library was my source for books those days. Seeing a new book in their always made me feel so happy.
 I never had big moments..No big loves Small loves, No big travels (Inever traveled more than tanjore), No big parties, No big problems too..
My life in college or hostel never was a piece of a Student's life in Tamilnadu.
But still it have so many small beads of memories rolling down my memory lane.
The sodium vapour lamps,
The long walks with friends,
The terrace moon,
The peacocks' mysterious voices,
The Philips tape recorder and the Shakti FM,
The Bard Fest
Everything makes it special.. More than anything it was the 'no responsibilties' feel that was underlying behind each and every moment makes those days more special..
Hmm.. Those were the days.....

Ganapathi Pappa Give me More ya..

In Mumbai, they know to celebrate.. And you have more than enough number of people to bring the
joy,colors and life in its full.
Yesterday I went to the procession in my area (Koparkhairane,Navi Mumbai)
Hundreds of people.. (And its a speck of the main mumbai's crowd).. Colors crackers,fire shows,dance and what more..
crackers were loud enough to frighten dogs,babies and of-course me  (But those who burnt the crackers were not more than 5-8 yr old kids)..
A mother tightly closed her baby's ear squatting on the the middle of the road (yeh.. and the traffic was not diverted.. ) Everyone were sitting on the partition of the road.
BIG idols, Big idols, big idols.... (Again, if in navi mumbai the idols are garden lizards in main mumbai they are 'god'zilla lizards..)
bhel,sugar candies,sev free!!! Free food always tastes a bit more...An Indian never argues on that I say..
Every one danced. Not only kids and young people-from 7-70 everyone. And thats what I like in Mumbaikars. They celebrate.

Ganapathi didnt save a poor bachelor who's too lazy to wash his shirt from the holi colors (arre yaar.. I was not aware colors are not only for holi in mumbai).. Well still I dont have plans to wash that...

Me and Kiruthika had corn. She hand picked the corn proudly declaring she's a girl from the roots of India.. Hmm the corns were tasty.. But I doubt the other corns were tastier....

Anyways on the whole, Ganapathi bappa did gave me more  for the day ya..

The answer is blowing in the wind..

I have heard of Bob Dylan before .They say he is a legend.
I have seen him in tshirts of guys in Mumbai. (And Che,Metallica,Madonna,Rock, Skulls,snakes,fire--
you name it, and sure it is in the tshirt of a mumbai guy) .
Today I thought of giving his music a try.
I felt wow! His music is minimalistic and it flows.
When you feel lonely Bob's music wont help you but make it more intense.
You feel happy. Bob's music will file it,remove the bubbly part of it and make it more lucid.
Thats what I felt after hearing Bob
What adds to this, is his lyrics. Infact I feel his lyrics excel his music at times. The lyrics of the song 'blowing in the wind' made me think of the Shelly's  poem 'Ozymandias'.

'How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, n how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, n how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before theyre forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin in the wind,
The answer is blowin in the wind.

How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, n how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, n how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin in the wind,
The answer is blowin in the wind.

How many years can a mountain exist
Before its washed to the sea?
Yes, n how many years can some people exist
Before theyre allowed to be free?
Yes, n how many times can a man turn his head,
Pretending he just doesnt see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin in the wind,
The answer is blowin in the wind.'

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Today after stumbling upon sites, found this cartoon. Interesting. With today's internet and technology I dont think the cartoon is in anyway exaggeration.Even a novice can do this I believe. A social site might already have started such services!
Yes it might infringe the privacy.
But then there are privacy settings and you opt in or out. So what is your option? :)