Dud Sea Scrawls The Writing, clearly, is not on the wall!

Recently I heard the news that one of my favorite supergroups the legendary ‘Return to forever’ will reunite [ Return to Forever to reunite in 2008 ] And I have been looking forward to some really exciting live performances being recorded during this summer. Chick Corea has been a favourite musician of mine for as long as I remember. And I’ve been a fan of Bobby McFerrin ever since I heard ‘Dont worry be happy’ on the soundtrack of the movie ‘Cocktail’.

Act III

Overture :
The sutler sat in front of a colorful quilt spread on the footpath, peddling postiche artifacts, a la Honest Abdul. Most of the passersby, in their weltschmerz, did not even notice him or his wares. Once in a while, he would open his truttaceous mouth to spew out a stream of pan masala juice. Having nothing better to do on a Sunday afternoon and my recusant behavior having alienated my latest girl, I felt I should confabulate with him. This eapilotade is a result of that shmooze.

Introductory chorus :

Have my love
It fits you like a glove
Join my dream, tell me yes

I’d run out of aftershave. Not strange, considering I have to shave almost everyday to keep up the pretense that I am a manager and it wont do any good to enter the office with a stubble.

I am an old school guy when it comes to cosmetics and I never use anything that contains soap or strong chemicals. I use soapnut. But I have to use a shaving cream and an aftershave. From as long as I remember, my choice had been simple : Old Spice. I have never felt like trying anything else. I just love the way ‘whitewater’ or ‘fresh lime’ smells.

June 2nd 2007, Saturday
The day’s packed. I am sick of waiting for the “clients” who are supposed to come to our office. As the HR bumpkins scamper around trying to spruce up the place, I am reminded of a Kannada saying ‘boLammanige singaara maaDidru’ [they decked up the widow].

Fireflies Festival of Music (in association with the Alliance Francaise,
Bangalore) Sat -14 April, 2007 6:00 PM to 6:00 AM

Venue: FIREFLIES INTER-CULTURAL CENTRE
DINNEPLALYA VILLAGE, KAGGALIPURA POST
BANGALORE 560082

What the press said about last year’s Festival:
“Electrifying. A whirl of joy.”
- The Hindu
an exciting mix of the traditional and the modern…”
-Deccan Herald

What is the Fireflies Festival of Music?
• Inspired by the World Sacred Music Festival, held annually at the mystical city of Fes, in Morocco.

In death, there is redemption
- Captain Nemo

The old man sat cross legged on the balcony. Back ramrod straight, staring into a distance, unaware of the restless movements of the young listeners around him, some lying down on their sides, some on their backs, some sitting in awkward positions. The night was cool without being chilly. After a while of silent staring, the old man slowly got back to the present from wherever his mind had wandered. He cleared his throat and started :

A different take on Vivek’s brilliant short piece The Last Hurrah

Check out some of the images from janapada jaathre [folk festival] being held through out the year at various places to mark the 50th anniversary of the forming of Karnataka state.
The images are here janapada jaathre

A lament about losing my mother…
It is in my mother tongue Kannada, can anyone please translate it?

This is a paper abstract I wrote for the ‘ISTR Sixth International Conference’ which was held in Toronto between July 11th and 14th, 2004. This paper was selected for a poster presentation, but as I was not given a travel scholarship [they were magnanimous enough to offer conference registration scholarship] and I was not too keen on spending money from my own pocket for a trip to just show some papers, I did not participate. For that matter I did not complete this paper either for various extraneous reasons [which certainly seems to be the story of my life these days]. Anyways, thought I’d post it here to live off past glory for a few more moments…

Paper Abstract

Ignore ‘read More’

She is not sleeping, not eating.
- Steve Ross, Sr. Veep, pub fisher, Clown

McFarty was not the conscientious Don Corleone types, who did not peddle drugs. McFarty wrote puerile literature, which was the opium of the mindless adoloscents who’d copy even their peers’ exam papers simply because the others never noticed. No one knows how many actually read the
books McFarty wrote. But they were bought and random checks suggested that her books carried around by lots of kids, almost as if it was a proof of literacy.

Among those teeming millions of boys and girls with nothing between their ears, there was a clever one called Opal [not the gem, but opaque nonetheless]. What was between her ears was packed so tightly that sometimes they just froze up due to lack of adequate blood circulation and did not recognise their own from someone else’. Opal thought [since neither McFarty or her publisher know what she is writing about and what they are publishing, the kids are buying without knowing why or what they are buying and everyone is acting like a winner] : ‘let me find a lamb, whom I can feed at some swanky restaurant and promise a hefty commission for a book contract. There is always Ctrl+C and Ctrl+V.’

Being very lazy to write another piece on a subject about which I’d mailed all my contacts a couple of weeks earlier, I am posting the same here in response to Vivek’s call for a blog about caste based reservation.

Dr. Rajkumar, icon of the Kannada film industry, awesome actor and an amazing human being, passed away today at about 2:00PM. Details are still sketchy but the cause is attributed to cardiac arrest.

When Uriah Heep kicks off their tour calendar for 2006 with that song at Bangalore, you can be sure that Bangalore crowd would definitely inspire them to produce some awesome music this year. A kick-ass rock concert which only disappointed because it ended too soon…

10:40 PM, Unmaad ground, IIMB Campus
As the thousands of people gathered there for the magical evening with Ian and company started to walk towards the entrance, Louis Armstrong’s ‘Wonderful world’ started playing over the PA System. The crowd which had been clamouring for more of Jethro Tull’s music and were unsatisfied with just around two hours of music cheered up and started singing along… I’m sure they all really believed in the lyrics at that time.
As the Queen would’ve said I’ve to begin at the beginning…

After the hard work, it’s time to rest before starting to prepare once again for the next year’s competition…

http://www.premierhockeyleague.com/phl/phl_index.html

Caught the 3rd final on TV, Bangalore Lions were playing Chandigarh Dynamos, enjoyed it thoroughly…

Ok ok, big gimmick that… After the drought of big ticket rock concerts in bangalore, now the flood…
3rd Feb - Jethro Tull, 4th feb - Shivmani and Jal, 5th Feb - Bryan Adams, 8th Feb - Uriah Heep, rumors of a concert featuring Zakir Hussain on 10th or 11th of Feb…
will spare you the extra click check out the review of the Jethro Tull’s Mumbai concert.

http://in.rediff.com/movies/2006/feb/01tull.htm

Hoping TOTCS will write about his experiences at the concert soon…

Kculon calls me wednesday evening to confirm the DSS meeting on thursday at 7:00PM in front of Mainland China on Church Street. We plan to meet up and go together.

Anu

29th December 1974 - 5th October 2005
Daughter to my parents, was my Sister for thirty years,
Wife to my brother-in-law for ten days short of two years,
Mother for a week…

For all those you left behind, the grief of missing you only accumulates as days go by. Your daughter will now be the light of our lives. All your dreams will be fulfilled.

Rest in peace…

This is a blog I wrote a long time ago, Friday Apr. 4, 2003 to be precise. The day of the concert. I am posting this here now because SSM was talking about the Stones’ concert scheduled sometime next month or so.

If it keeps on rainin’, levee’s goin’ to break,
When The Levee Breaks I’ll have no place to stay.

Cryin’ won’t help you, prayin’ won’t do you no good,
Now, cryin’ won’t help you, prayin’ won’t do you no good,
When the levee breaks, mama, you got to move.
- When the levee breaks, Led Zeppelin

The day began normally for me. I’d slept late, but woke up at 6:30 AM, because the construction workers had come to waterproof the roof of my sister’s new house. A slight early morning drizzle forced us to postpone the activity, already delayed by numerous breaks because of material and transportation strikes.

Was reading the blog by imp just now and thought about posting something about my travels. Had written one a couple of years ago, when I’d taken off at a moment’s notice. But my circumstances these days do not allow me such luxuries anymore. Here’s my travelogue…

I was so bugged with work for the last month of last year, that I was really tired. So on 1st Jan, I switched off my mobile and packed a back-pack, told no one where I was going including my parents ( for I myself did not know where I was going!!! ) but just that they need not worry for a week… and left. I went to the railway station took the first train which was available