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.