Monday, October 26, 2009

Kya kool hai hum...

So.. the following conversation between Wanderer and me establishes our 'Coolth' beyond the shadow of a doubt.. bask in our glory you lesser mortals you..

me :what're you upto?
Wanderer : programming
me : on what?
Wanderer : c++
me : anything in particular?
Wanderer : yeah..i mean i dont program to pass time, I'm not that bad yet
me : :)
Wanderer : working on the Hoshen Kopelmann algorithm for
cluster counting.. i'm redoing it to make it slightly
more efficient and iron out a few kinks
pimpin' it if you will
me : aaah.. pimpin out the hoshen kopelmann algorithm for cluster
counting.. very cool..

Saturday, October 24, 2009

A word or two before you go..

Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate
Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak
Of one that loved not wisely but too well;

Friday, October 16, 2009

It had to be you

I've been listening to a lot of old favorites lately.. The Beatles, Elvis, Sinatra.. This is one of those feel good songs thats become very relevant all of a sudden.. Now now.. dont ask me why..

Why do I do, just as you say
Why must I just, give you your way
Why do I sigh, why dont I try - to forget

It must have been, that something lovers call fate
Kept me saying: I have to wait
I saw them all, just couldnt fall - till we met

It had to be you, it had to be you
I wandered around, and finally found - the somebody who
Could make me be true, and could make me be blue
And even be glad, just to be sad - thinking of you

Some others Ive seen, might never be mean
Might never be cross, or try to be boss
But they wouldnt do
For nobody else, gave me a thrill - with all your faults, I love you still
It had to be you, wonderful you
It had to be you

Monday, October 12, 2009

Venus in furs..

This particular song by Velvet Underground remains one of my favorites.. Not just for its obviously erotic theme, but also for the matter of fact way that the theme has been presented
Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the dark
Clubs and bells, your servant, dont forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

Downy sins of streetlight fancies
Chase the costumes she shall wear
Ermine furs adorn the imperious
Severin, severin awaits you there

I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears

Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather
Shiny leather in the dark
Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

Severin, severin, speak so slightly
Severin, down on your bended knee
Taste the whip, in love not given lightly
Taste the whip, now plead for me

I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears

Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the dark
Severin, your servant comes in bells, please dont forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart


Its one of those things you know never happens outside of cheesy romantic comedies. An accidental meeting that would make an ardent supporter of the Chaos Theory to nudge his disbelieving counterpart in the ribs and whisper magnanimously "There you go sonny.. There's your conclusive proof.." Its just too cliched, couldn't possibly be real..
And yet, off late, I've caught myself smiling, much to my surprise I assure you.. Its not the "I'm tough, I'll carry on" smile that I've been applying so often lately, accompanied by the "Meh.. what're you gonna do.." shrug.. Its the sort of quarter mile wide grin that refuses to fade away, and leaves my jaw aching and my parents harboring suspicions of pre noon inebriations..
What in God's name is going on?

Saturday, October 10, 2009


You overwhelm me.
The feel of you.
The sight, sound, smell and taste of you. It could always transcend distance, and now time as well.
The little voice in my head is yours.
My ecstasy, your laugh. My yardstick of beauty, your face.
The air at dawns seems stale compared to your breath;
and velvet seems coarse compared to the feel of your skin on mine.
Neither food nor drink can satisfy me. No nectar compares to your lips on mine.
All music sounds crass; you whispering my name, thats my song.
I do not remember you, mere memory could never do justice.
I am you.
Inseparable, absolute.
You overwhelm me.
In a good way ofcourse..

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Above All... BALLS

This post is dedicated to two items of clothing that defined me through my rather eventful college life.. I am forced to retire them under muttered threats of "they won't come back the next time you put them to wash" from my mother. But they've lived a full life.. and its time they moved on..
First lets take a brief moment to acknowledge my favorite pair of jeans. Basic blue, Levi's 511, as classic as they come. They were purchased when I was 16, my first branded pair, and I'm proud to say they still fit.. They've stood by me and weathered acid burns, numerous motorcycle crashes, breaking ladders, cigarette burns, grease, paint, blood, sweat and tears.. Every rip, every hole, every hanging bit of denim has a story to tell.. I bid you farewell.. Here's to my Rock'n'roll pants..
Next I raise my glass to something that's been as much of an identifying feature as my lisp, "duuuuuude!!!" and myriad apartment-party stories.. I'm, ofcourse, talking about my blue, round neck, printed tee that read "ABOVE ALL, BALL" on the back.. It had been the subject of many a jibe, but I loved it like a brother and was hardly ever seen without it..
But now as the lettering fades and the tiny holes become larger, I fear its time for it to go to that great T-shirt heaven, and be reunited with my ManU jersey (Mum gave that one away to the maid..) and my "Its better in Goa" tee (which, sadly, did not survive a football game where I was marking Rajdeep..)
May you rest in peace..
P.S. : Wanderer, I hope you're happy now..