Beete Lamhe!

I can listen to this song like forever. This is one of those songs which hits the soul. I just came back from Russell Peters Live! show (wayhay!!) and it was a great show. There is a mixed feeling of excitement and nostalgia. Excitement of the show and nostalgia by the song. I couldnt even get a photograph of him performing, they wouldnt allow the camera and the guards were watching all the time, so you cannot even take a picture with your cell phone (argh!). All I have is the show ticket, which should do for a while. This song is like hypothetically scratching your heart, hard and slow, with just the index finger. I wonder why people always say heart and not mind, when it comes to feelings. I can only remember the absolutely awesome and sweet and mind blowing time I had in Manila, which is like the only sweetest of all the memories still green in my head. I'm so glad it happened to me and that it was such an awesome time that I spent with friends and that special one, that there is no match for it. The song makes perfect sense everytime I listen to it. It had been a long time since I heard this kind of a song which has opened my soul up again. Its so true that even though it was short, these memories are for life.

Oh yeah, my LCD monitor is screwed (no backlight) and I dont think I'll get a replacement.

Tremor!

I cant remember what day it was, but I can still feel the way I felt at that time and on that day (not exactly, but yes!). It was my first (maybe second!) earth quake experience. It was early in the morning (didn't seem like it though!) and almost an hour before winding up at work. I remember I was about to complete my monitoring targets and walk the floor for a while before getting off. I had kept my elbows on the desk and concentrating on the monitoring. I felt like someone was pulling me away from the desk and I couldnt help move back (they're called rolling chairs!). The force was strong. I turned back and saw no one as I kept on moving back. At that moment, I was shocked and I saw my colleague sitting 3 chairs apart moving too. Then, suddenly, all the empty chairs next to us started moving in directions and I stood up with fear (what the!). I removed the headset as I stood up and saw everyone standing up in panic. It happened in seconds. Suddenly, everything came to stand still and I could hear everyone talking to each other saying it was a mild tremor and was common. Everyone went back to work as though nothing had happened. That was my first conscious earthquake experience as I can still remember. We were on the 44th floor of Wynsum Corporate Plaza.

Oh! By the way, that was in Manila, in 2004.

Headache and Coffee!

Coffee seems to keep my headaches away, but, they also make my nights sleepless, which leaves me cranky and restless all day the next day (like today), which I think is a small price I pay for my awfully bad headaches. If I come to think of it, its not so bad to be awake the whole night. I get to go for a drive, watch fresh, beautiful faces, most importantly feel the fresh air that hits you in the face as soon as you get down from the car *takes a deep breath*. I can almost feel it. Oh yeah, I get to eat hot idlies from a very famous shop with breath-taking chutney. I think the idlies should be ready by this time. Off I go.

Through the thoughts.

I need to get a hair cut ASAP.

Oh yeah, I need to cut my nails too. They are long and filled with dirt.

I love it when I resolve something by logical thinking.

Why are managers so fucking dumb and incompetent?

I'm happy I'm in the right stream on the career front, after years of thinking and bad judgement.

I dont know what to wear to work tomorrow.

My cousin has taken my hard drive and I'm really missing some songs.

Planning a short trip to Mysore on Sunday, hoping it'll be a good one.

I hate mobiles phones, its an absolute pain in the obvious areas.

Top 10 on my playlist.

1. Timbaland - Apologize (Feat. One Republic) (3:04)

2. Missy Higgins - Where I Stood (4:17)

3. Daniel Bedingfield - If you're not the one (4:19)

4. Switchfoot - I Dare You To Move (4:11)

5. Jim Brickman & Tara MacLean - You (4:09)

6. Lifehouse - Broken (4:46)

7. The Fray - Look After You (4:28)

8. Front Line Assembly - Vanished (6:25)

9. Varano - Dead End Street (Radio Edit) (4:00)

10. John Mayer Trio - Gravity (5:49)

My love for music.

I left early to work. Scorching sun, literally burning the skin, I turned on the radio and did not concentrate on the RJ making the announcement of the song before she played the song. As the song played on, I totally fell in love with the melody and regretted not concentrating on the name. I remembered the RJ saying something with 'M' and all along the song I could hear 'Stop chasing shadows, just enjoy the ride'. I turned off the radio (did not want to lose the melody), stopped the car aside and noted that down. The moment I got to work, even before I could go to my desk, I hooked upto the network and googled for the above phrase.

The song was Morcheeba - Enjoy the ride.

I hate missing out on melodies. I was so glad to get the song right. I put on my headphones and listened to the song peacefully, with a contended smile on my face.

Song of the day.

Just cant get enough of this. Have been playing this again and again for the past few days. Starts slowly and ends on a high note.

Linkin Park - Minutes to Midnight - Shadow of the day

Worth a download. MP3 is way better than the above YouTube link.

Visions of the sub-conscious.

I had this dream the other night and it was the weirdest of all the dreams I ever had. I believe dreams are manifestation of the sub-conscious. But, sub-conscious cannot exist without the
conscious. So, all the dreams are somehow related to reality. Correct me if I'm wrong.

Its so hard to type. Why cant we just think and the words get written? Well.

Surrounded by huge walls of stone, I'm standing facing away from a mansion, looking at the huge gates open to let the chariots come through. I look around and I start to think I'm alone and as
I'm looking around I see someone. I begin to think he's my friend. Lets call him X. More important is, as soon as the chariots are let in, we (X and me) storm outside the gates, as they are closed. From outside the gates, the mansion looked less huge. As we are out, I start running towards my right, slowly looking backwards. I see a huge Pushkarani (usually found next to temples). There was not much water, as I remember. This one had a passage of steps which led into the Pushkarani.

As I'm looking at the passage, I see a huge, I mean HUGE Lion like animal barging out as if its just been released from captivity. I get scared and suddenly I see a shotgun in my hand and I see X has a shotgun too and he's running before me. Then my focus shifts to the animal and this time I 'm having a closer look and I can see its ferocious and its running towards the same direction that me and X are running in. Suddenly, I see 5 to 6 green hound like animals, only larger, towards the Lion.

The next thing I see is me and X running back to the mansion and we're scared to death. We look back and the green hounds disappear and the Lion is now in the opposite direction, chasing us. We make it inside the gates with our eyes still at the gates as we see the Lion is distracted as it gets just near to the gate. We run into the haunted mansion (yes, haunted) and we can hear the
Lion behind us, although we cant see it. We run into rooms, halls and passages in an effort to escape the Lion. After some time, I'm again found with a shotgun, coming out of a door next to the main door and I see I cannot go any further as everything is fenced. As I stand helpless, I can hear the Lion coming out of a door next to my door, I tell myself, this is it.

Picture this in a slow motion. I point my shotgun towards the Lion as it comes out of the door and I take a shot right into its face. As the Lion gets shot, it transforms partially into a man (still huge), gets pushed to the fence and falls down. I turn around to see everybody dressed in uptight formals, giving a you've-done-it smile. I smile back at them as the shotgun slips out of my hands. On yeah, the shot is something like a flash of light that hits the face of the Lion.

By the time I could see anything else, I'm awake and the alarm is ringing.

Tarot (reality? belief? coincidence?)

I usually check the Tarot when I get some free time at work. Somehow, today, I forgot to check the Tarot. There were some decisions made, hearts broken and disappointment all over the place. In the first place, I didn’t understand why all this was happening to me (why me?). I was disturbed. As the day came to an end, I made myself strong, told myself that this was not the end and that there were greater things in life. By the time I reached home, I was completely confident and knew what I should do. It felt great. There are things beyond my perception and I began to think whatever happened, happened for good. I decided I will not lose patience and make a hasty move. I ate the fruits and drank the milk (my mom teh bestest!) and went upstairs to my room.

I check my mails (gmail) only after coming home as its blocked at work. Then BAM! I realized I hadn’t checked out the Tarot. To my absolute coincidence, the Tarot was as below.

Thursday, January 31, 2008
The High Priestess
The High Priestess is the mysterious one and counterpart to the Magician. She symbolizes all that we are unable to perceive or comprehend, as she travels in dimensions that we can only imagine exist. She is able to uncover the infinite potential that exists within all humans. Her patience is perhaps her greatest virtue.

It’s not the first time this has happened to me. I can recollect, like countless times through the years, out of the blue, when I least expect it. I never understood why such things happen. I’m just glad that it made my day.

Is there an explanation?

Radio!

Radio does not play a significant role in my life. Until recently, I never used to listen to radio. These days, its radio, radio and radio all the way (I think I used 'radio' too many times). Especially while commuting to and from work, its the only and the best entertainment I'm left with. While going to work, the afternoons are lousy and sweaty. My new found love for radio is the only saviour. Theres these two stations I keep swapping between, 91.10 FM and 91.90 FM. They usually play english rock, but I can listen to hindi once in a while without a frown. Its the best while I'm coming home late from work. The state of mind is just right and the feeling of a good day at work makes it even more exciting. If on the way back home, I get to listen to my favourite songs, it excites me so much that I cant sleep the whole night, sometimes. The best part is the requests they play. The hot, sweaty afternoons, with the noise of a thousand horns coming from all directions, I get to listen to my request on the radio, brings a smile on my face.

Song of the day.

Jobless at work, I got an opportunity to listen to this song deeply. Although I could relate myself to the song a little bit, I enjoyed the song.

Fauxliage - Fauxliage - Let it go

If the link does not work, I'm sure you're smart enough to look it up on google. If you cannot, its not meant for you.

Blogging...

Pre-occupied with her thoughts from yesterday, thinking how weird (difficult to understand) a person can be, still sweet and smart and this song playing in the background (Lifehouse - broken), felt good. Sweeto has been my primary inspiration to blog. Sometimes, its hard to materalize my thoughts and this is one of those times. I'm thinking hard to give the flow to my typing, trying to think some cool words to fill my sentences with. I should just write what comes first to my mind and thats what I'm doing. I usually dont post everything I write immediately. I write stuff and read it the next day or whenever I feel like and if it makes sense at that time, I decide to post. I have been writing a lot off late, but, never posted anything online. My new found font, Sylfaen, feels so smooth as I'm typing. LAR is a beautiful writer (oh yeah, she's hot too) and I'm inspired by her lately. I know I cannot be a match, but, I will not stop trying :-).

1234567890. Wew! There are no ups and downs in the numbers. I'm beginning to fall in love with the font. As of now, I've decided to post this blog, although, the decision is being thought over as I'm typing this. Umpf! As I wrote all this stuff, I forgot what I really wanted to blog. See my problem?

I'm trying to login to my blogger.com account to see if I can post this right away...and wew! I'm in. It seems that I have limited choice on fonts. I dont see Sylfaen in the list, which is disappointing and I have to put up with the ups and downs in the numbers as I decided to use Georgia.

Copying from notepad, pasting onto the blog...and..HERE IT IS!

I changed the template to LAR's and tried to make it look similar (hoping she doesnt mind).