Goddess of small things

Call me a crack pot, but I think Arundhati Roy is a major babe...hehe.


Arundhati Roy: The writer, the activist, the babe.

Horan the Clown

Goodness me!! The stuff these clowns do these days, completely unthinkable. I am at loss for words. Read this, u'll know what I mean. Hint: Olympics.

A beautiful language

Udal manukku uyir Tamilukku

Better late than never. This is a great article on Tamil. And this one here, traces it's roots.

Ohh yeah

Quote of the day:
God made Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve.

Is/was ur flame/ex-flame a high-maintenance chick? Mine was maybe still is, who cares neway....:)

Springtime Yellow

Classic beauty, don't u think? This was what I meant yesterday.


Mustang '67: Springtime Yellow

Mustang '67

A real piece of work. Tho' I would have preferred a Springtime Yellow.


Mustang '67

There was too much confusion

To begin with, the whole thing sorta happened a few years back, 8 years ago, and if I can properly recall during a school camp. I was more like a camp committee than a participant, and this enabled me to move here and there without much issues, compared to my fellow friends.

On the second evening there, we prepared for a medium scale BBQ party for all, participants and committee alike. It was raining rather heavily at that time, and my body was aching all over after a hard day at work, so I wanted a short nap very badly. Very fortunately too, I was allowed to go for a break.

And, so there I was heading happily towards an unlocked classroom which was quite far away from that BBQ place.

I arranged a few desks in that unusually quiet classroom, to lay my body. I rested for less than a few minutes, grew extremely uncomfortable with the peculiar sleeping position on that hard surface, and thus decided to abandon the whole idea of napping altogether. But I was still very tired, and my eyes were not even fully opened.

In that semi-awakened state, I saw a strange floating object, glued to a plant, a few yards from where I was standing. The raindrops made it appear blurry. Whatever that thing was, it wanted to play hide and seek with me. That thing was like a failing light, one moment there, the other moment not. Which wasnt the most comforting experience I would say. Fear took over, heart started pounding faster, limbs failed, but proudly can I say my pants wasnt messed.

I mean, what would a normal rational person do in that situation. I wasnt very sure myself, if that thing that I just saw was even real. For all u know, it was prolly just my mind playing a dumb trick. Perhaps. I had no intentions watsover to disrupt ITs energy field, and very much hoped the feeling was mutual.

I left the place without much thought, after realizing I could move again. Didnt talk abt it to anyone, coz I wasn't sure what was that. Not then. Not now. There was just too much confusion.

The Marriage of Figaro

I have no idea to this day what those two Italian ladies were singing about. Truth is, I don't wanna know. Some things are best left unsaid. I like to think they were singing about something so beautiful it can't be expressed in words, and makes your heart ache because of it. I tell you, those voices soared higher and farther than anybody in a gray place dares to dream. It was like some beautiful bird flapped into our drab little cage and made those walls dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every last man at Shawshank felt free.
- Red, The Shawshank Redemption

The song Red was referring to here is The Marriage of Figaro composed by Mozart. Clearly, I too have no idea what those Italian ladies were saying, but the music is so beautiful, the interpretation seemed unnecessary. Whatever the meaning maybe, the song made me very very happy. And the best part is, this kinda music always stays, breathing in and out together with me whenever I wished.

Dazed and confused

Actually I'm feelin' kinda druggy kinda high rite now. Slept late last night, got up early....last time I did this stunt was during the Euro football matches. AND that was like last month, and the month before. So u fellas may assume I have had the neccessary practice....well, I'm sorry to disappoint...hehe. I have yet to master that art: the art of staying awake w/o sleeping for a long time.

The songs that I am listening to right now, don't help much either. Some massive OD of Jimi's music, plus a few oldies like Freebird, Earth Angel, Cuban Pete, and I musnt disclose this Hindustani music by Ravi Shankar and Yehudi Menuhin too. The music ain't exactly slow instead it shows a greater tendency towards hastiness and is generously filled with instruments....hehehe, but I love it. At least my mood feels comforted.

BTW, Little Wing extended instrument version is superb.

Whoaaaa!!

Cuthbert. The name is Elisha Cuthbert. AND words fail me here, words to describe her cuteness. Just look at her guys. Isn't she simply wonderful? Reminds me of Gwen Stacy...uh oh.


Going googoo gaga already?

Today's playlist:-
Dave Matthews Band - Crash Into Me
Verve Pipe - The Freshman
Ella Fitzgerald & Louie Armstrong - Cheek To Cheek
Jimi Hendrix - All Along The Watchtower
Elvis Presley - Blue Hawaii
Lynard Skynard - Freebird
Lauren Wood - Fallen
John Mayer - Any Given Thursday - My Stupid Mouth
The Temptations - Earth Angel
Lifehouse - Everything
Pearl Jam - Last Kiss
Coldplay - The Scientist
John Mayer - Love Song For No One
Nat King Cole - Love
Beach Boys - California Dreaming
Lifehouse - Sick Cycle Carousel

An Afternoon in Tokyo

Bring it on Kumi boy...bring it on. Lemme crash ur naked body with my powerful bare hands. U wanted action rite boy, u will get it, yeah ah-ha, lotsa of it. N u better be prepared for now u will taste the wrath of the original sumo wrestler....nyaaaaahhhh.


Kumi boy: The distinguished opponent.


Round 1...ting ting ting

Unfortunately, due to some real unavoidable reasons, pictures of round 2 n 3 cant be included here. Somehow, our hero the original sumo wrestler twisted his left leg before falling and was forced to accept the painful truth that his moments of glory was over on that very instant. Meanwhile, the merciless opponent realizing our hero's weakening and helpless state quickly humped and finished him once n for all dashing any hopes of revival from him....hehehe. The END.

Unusual

My not so usual playlist:

Elvis Presley - Are You Lonesome Tonight
The Beatles - Can't Buy Me Love
The Beatles - A Hard Day's Night
Dean Martin - On An Evening In Roma
Lifehouse - Everything
Lifehouse - Breathing
Lifehouse - Sick Cycle Carousel
Kylie Minogue - Love At First Sight
Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody
Robbie Williams & Nicole Kidman - Something Stupid
Phantom Planet - Lonely Day
John Mayer - My Stupid Mouth
Bobby Darin - Splish Splash
Aerosmith - I Don't Want To Miss A Thing
The Wallflower - Heroes
Michael Jackson - Stranger in Moscow
The Cardigans - Lovefool
Lifehouse - Hanging By A Moment
Deep Blue Something - Breakfast at Tiffany's
Michael Jackson - Man In The Mirror
Bruce Springsteen - Secret Garden
Bryan Adams - Summer Of '69
Eagle Eye Cherry - Long Way Around
Train - Drops Of Jupiter
Led Zeppelin - Stairway to heaven
Hoobastank - Crawling In The Dark

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An Evening in Roma - Dean Martin

Come bella cella luna brille strette
strette come tutta bella a passeggiare
Sotto il cielo di Roma

Down each avenue or via, street or strada
You can see 'em disappearing two by two
On an evening in Roma
Do they take 'em for espresso
Yeah, I guess so
On each lover's arm a girl I wish I knew
On an evning in Roma

Though there's grining and mandolining in sunny Italy
The beginning has just begun when the sun goes down
So please meet me in the plaza near your casa
I am only one and one is one too few
On an evening in Roma

Don't know what the country's coming to
But in Rome do as the Romans do
Will you on an evening in Roma

(Though there's grining and mandolining in sunny Italy
The beginning has just begun when the sun goes down)

Come bella cella luna brille strette
strette come tutta bella a passeggiare
Sotto il cielo di Roma
Don't know what the country's coming to
But in Rome do as the Romans do
Will you on an evening in Roma
Sotto il cielo di Roma
On an evening in Roma