Friday, April 25, 2008

A thumping, blood-pumping... YES!!!

Aahh... Sweet are the waters of vindication.

Peace, finally.

Monday, April 14, 2008

we celebrate indulgence here...

A blogger and an US Presidential candidate!
My guess is, you never really appreciated to the fullest, the similarity between the both.
Ron Fournier says: A person must be more than a little self-important to wake up one day and say, ‘I belong in the Oval Office.’
A blogger wakes up one day and says: 'I shall find an audience for the -I saw a movie yesterday and ate spaghetti - lines'.
Such... er, exhibitionism?!
Many make a case for looking at a man's work and his personality/private life independently.
Its a shame that not many are interested in the personality quirks of people who have flirted with greatness and have their names taken in the same breath as events that changed our world forever.
TIME says, one could sum up the political history of the last century in the form of biographies of leaders like Roosevelt, Lenin, Churchill, Hitler and Gandhi.
If one were to attempt at scientific or literary histories, it would be a shame if the 'personal' weren't part of it. The academic world has its fair share of amusing stories. Of course rivalries rank high on the popular-appeal chart. With personalities that are almost caricatures, scientists can be interesting people too. They come in all flavors: asocial, retiring, flamboyant, hesitant to down right cruel. There are several such amusing little stories in 'A Short History Of Nearly Everything' by Bill Bryson.
Writers don't like to be left behind, now, do they?!

You get Gore Vidal and Norman Mailer together and you have a full blown feud on the deck.
In case you didn’t already know, Mailer actually hit Vidal in the face once.
My favorite part of any book is the page with 'To' and 'For'.
One page, where the lines don’t have to fit a pattern, where you can say things that people don't have to understand.
Things you could say straight forward, be cryptic, or make it a little fable in itself.
Some authors know how to make the most of it, like JK Rowling.
Since we are already into the murky landscape of exhibitionism;And having already shredded your doubts and stated clearly that, here, we celebrate indulgence, that too of the 'self' kind, lets go full steam ahead.
Here's my page.

Who's my necessity- for never liking it aloud.
Who made the E word sound cool again- for never liking it aloud too.
Whom I haven't thanked enough- for always liking it aloud.
Who made comfort commonplace- for not knowing everything.
Who got the first one out of me- for never carrying the baggage.
Who doubles-up as my time machine- for taking ‘granted’ to a new level.
Who thought I could do better- for the initiation.
Whom I wanted to impress- for the comeback.
Eerily resonant of the word 'identifiable'...
A violent psychopath, of whom the following is said,
“I recall the pain of his shyness. He would break out in a sweat and freeze with palpable pain at having to respond."

Er, now that scares me.
If you were to associate each singer with a flavor, how would your list look like?
Sticking to the contemporary singers:
Sonu Nigam – Vanilla
Shaan – Butterscotch
Adnan Sami - Strawberry
Shankar Mahadevan – Black Current
Kailash Kher – Fruit n Nut
Atif Aslam - Chocolate
Naresh Iyer – Chocolate Chip
Lucky Ali - Jamaican Choco Fudge
AR Rahman – Belgian Dark Chocolate

Any further suggestions?
Paluke Bangaaramaayena, Kodanda Paani...
Paluke Bangaaramaaye, Pilichinaa Palukavemii...
Kalalo Nee Naama Smarana... Maruva, Chakkani Tandri...
Paluke Bangaaramaayena?

- Ramadasu

Friday, April 04, 2008

neevu achata kushalamaa?

People say, he lived in his mind.
In a universe so complete that it needn't exist, beyond and otherwise.
He never could grasp fully, the overstated importance of physical reality.
Won and lost, he fought his own-self.
Wander at will, he did.
A little ball of wool he had sacredly taken along,
so he could find his way back.

People say, he ventured a little too far.
The little ball slipped and rolled away,
and he never looked back to care.
May be he had, indeed, forgotten to draw the line.
Unreasonable, is the life that is not thankful for itself.
A mistake we all make. A mistake most shouldn't make.
Its home,ergo the bias.
But still...
The land of liberty and Minerva, is the best place to live in the city.
When one makes the transition from the absolutes to the relative,
from the white and blacks to the grays..
It is but natural to yearn for an explanation for the passing down of moral values in absolute terms, color coded in universality and as default .

But may be with the alternative, we would have ended up with a generation of confused souls.
May be its for the best, that relativism remains relegated to the shadowy corners of the private and the personal.
An unnecessary line messes up ten worthy ones.
Blessed I am, for, am ruthless with my scissors.
But there is a particular piece that I had written, long back.
One go,no drafts, no re-writes.
For someone who is most often than not, embarrassed to look back a week into the past, surprisingly, that piece remains as it is.
Haven't been able to chop-off a single word, in six years.
Never ceases to amuse me, that one.
Veliki Raani Verri Prema Kanniiti Dhaara Lona Karugutunnadii.
Naadu Sokamopaleka Nee Gunde Baadhapadithe Raalanannadii.

Kammani Ee Prema Lekhanee Raasindi Hrudayamee.
Priyatamaa, Neevachata Kushalamaa, Nenichata Kushalamee.


Tuesday, April 01, 2008

refrained for too long...

The finest lines come in my darkest hours.
How, O lord! have thee cursed me!
Its a curious thing, putting it in words.
It rings of acknowledgment and finality.

Tiny black letters holding mirror to thought.
Tangible now, there's no denial anymore.
Arms up in the air, you sigh an 'alright'!!
Good ol' Birla Mandir on a rainy day...
an exquisite proposition.
Bless the out-of-turn rains in the city.
Chaahe tum kuchh na kaho, maine sun liya
Ki saathi pyaar ka.. mujhe chun liya
Chun liya...
Maine Sun liya.

Movie-Jo Jeeta Wohi Sikandar
Lyrics-Majrooh Sultanpuri

Found a song that beats this one at its game?
Seldom comes a movie, which can carry the burden of each song being better than the other.
Two come to mind now, Aandhi and Abhimaan.
You are busy sharing this moment with someone,
but have you remembered to live it?
She practiced remaining still, for,the shackles hurt.
Now the handcuffs are gone.
But she isn't sure of motion, anymore.
She refrained, maybe, for too long.