Music

I've decided to post lyrics and the Youtube video URL for some of the songs which I think are nice.

I'll start with Mehfuz by Euphoria.

Lyrics:

Zindagi hai dhuan to kya  

Bujh gayi har subah to kya 

Rootha mujhse khuda to kya 

Ho gaye hum juda to kya 

 Faasle they hazaaron darmiyan, 

Waqt ke they hazaaron imtehaan  

Fir bhi ban ke nishaan, 

Tere honthon ke kisi kone mein, 

Hansi ke tarah, main mehfuz hoon  

Teri aankhon ke chipe dard mein 

Aansoo ki tarah, main mehfuz hoon  

Bewajah har wajah to kya 

Begunahii hai gunaah to kya 

Beasar hai dua to kya 

Ho gaye hum juda to kya  

Raaz gehre hazaron bepanah 

Lafz thahare hazaaron bejubaan 

 Fir bhi ban ke nishaan 

Tere honthe ke kisi kone mein 

Hansi ki tarah, main mehfuz hoon  

Tere gesu ke ude pannon mein 

Yaadon ki tarah, main mehfuz hoon  

Teri aankhon mein Mehfuz hoon 

Teri yaadon mein Mehfuz hoon 

Teri baaton mein Mehfuz hoon 

Tere baalon mein Mehfuz hoon  

Faasle the hazaron darmiyaan 

Waqt ki thi hazaron aandhiyan  

Fir bhi ban ke nishaan 

Tere honthon ke kisi kone mein 

Hansi ke tarah, main mehfuz hoon  

Tere kaandhe ke chipe til mein 

Vaadon ki tarah, main mehfuz hoon

Youtube Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8sJ_9pHTh5A

My first shot at Hindi poetry.

वोह ख्याल उस रात मेरे करीब आई रे|

साँसें मेरी भयभीत सी,

आँखें मेरी हारी हारी|

जीने का एक बहाना ढूंडा,

सिर्फ मौत मिली बारी बारी|

अल्लाह को पुछा, बता न सका|

मेरे बदन में जलती आग को वोह बुझा न सका|

अल्लाह ने ओढा चादर तो और प्यास मिली,

औरों की कब्रों मैं मुझे अपनी ही परछाई मिली|

मैं जीना चाहता था, मैं जीना जानता था|

मेरी आँखों में भगवान् का बसेरा था|

लेकिन वोह सब मुझसे उस रात चली गयी रे,

जब वोह ख्याल उस रात मेरे करीब आई रे|

Bitter Coffee.

I am a huge fan of movies which are based on Mafia and the Underworld as it is commonly referred to as. The basic plot of any movie associated with Mafia revolves around trust, betrayal, fearlessness, money and the most important, friendship. I would want to write down a couple of lines from the 1972 classic Godfather where Bonasera comes to The Godfather requesting him to punish people who destroy his daughter's life. He offers money in return. Lets just read the lines now. Here we go...

Don Corleone: We've known each other for many years but this is the first time you've ever come to me for counsel or for help. I can't remember the last time you invited me to your house for a cup of coffee, even though my wife is Godmother to your only child. But, let's be frank here. You never wanted my friendship and you were afraid to be in my debt.
Bonasera: I didn't want to get into trouble.
Don Corleone: I understand. You found paradise in America. You had a good trade, made a good living, the police protected you and there were courts of law and you didn't need a friend like me. But, now you come to me and you say "Don Corleone, give me justice." But you don't ask with respect. You don't offer friendship. You don't even think to call me Godfather. Instead, you come into my home on the day my daughter's to be married and you ask me to do murder for money"

Invitation for a cup of coffee? What is that thought doing in the great Don Corleone's mind?I kept wondering about this.

How important is a cup of coffee? I have spent countless evenings after my office hours in my house trying to think what actually Friendship is or may be what actually a relationship is. I usually do that with a cup of coffee in my hand looking at some of the pictures of my "friends" I made at college. The coffee tastes bitter and I end up being at a place where I began my journey, the state of knowing nothing.I make a couple of calls to some people and try to know how they are.I get vague replies and I'm happy with that. Some people call me really emotional, some people call me stupid, some people call me "the guy who hasn't moved on". Well it might be a case of God giving me a wrecked bicycle when he gave superbikes to the rest of the world.

My dad is a person who keeps telling me these wonderful lines which I can never ever forget. I once asked him what is the definition of money. He had a very superior smile on his face when he told me this - "I had thought that there is no definition for money till I came across this one somewhere, it goes, Money is what money does!" I said to myself then Oh thats simple and dint make so much sense to me then. Now today when I sit back and think about that definition my Dad gave sipping the last remains of a bitter coffee, everything suddenly starts to make a lot of sense to me, though the coffee seems a lot bitter this time!

The coffee is bitter indeed. All I did all these days was to add millions of spoons of sugar but still the coffee remained bitter. The great Syd Barret once said "If I were a good man I would understand the spaces between friends". We all are bad men at some point of our time and do not undertsand the spaces between friends. Our minds are driven so much by the mushy friendship songs that we forget that it is not our heart that drives the beauty called friendship but the neccessities that starts it and yes fortunately or unfortunately ends it.The transition from a bad man to a good man has to happen. It will happen.

Probably it will take me millions of cups of these coffees, millions of unanswered phone calls, millions of unreturned hugs, millions of "get over it man" lectures, millions of closed doors, millions of Pink Floyd songs, millions of glasses of vodka and millions of trips to Mysore to understand that. But I am this unlucky guy with this wrecked bicycle and I cant even see the world ahead of me on its superbike. All I see is smoke. Bitter smoke. Oops thats my coffee!

I Hope - 1

I hope Sachin Tendulkar retires from cricket at the age of 99.

I hope Albert Einstein takes a rebirth.

I hope Marta Kauffman and David Crane come back with Friends Season 11.

I hope Pink Floyd listen to Emotional Attyachar.

I hope Cyberia 2009 is a huge success.

I hope free messaging is back again.

I hope I stand next to a smoking Prasad S I in hostel again.

I hope Heath Ledger is in heaven.

I hope scientists invent a Time Machine before I die.

I hope a UFO lands in HSR layout to make things interesting.

I hope A R Rahman wins an Oscar this year, every year.

I hope NASA is headquartered at SriHarikota one day.

I hope Anurag Kashyap does to Gulaal what GuruDutt did to Pyaasa.

I hope Chinnappa gets me some good beer from Germany.

I hope I breathe my last in SJCE campus.

I hope Prabhakar gets into a good B school.

I hope every love story ends the way it is supposed to.

I hope Vikas G P dates Chitrangada Singh one day.

I hope Nestle saves my time by manufacturing a 1 minute Maggi pack.

I hope there are more dialogues in our movies like "Iss mulk ne har shaks ko jo kaam tha sounpa uss shaks ne uss kaam ki maachis jala ke choD di"

It was raining that evening.

All the road I could see was wet.
Yet, a million drops fell.

I am desperate, I am being choked to death.
But hey, I have something to tell.

I wear a tattoo, a green coloured one.
Which obviously reads "Till I am dead, I am undone!!"
Isaac Newton, Albert Einstein, I was waiting for that glorious call,
But as the Floyds sang, " All in all you are just another brick in the wall".

We were sitting in a circle,we were like the Americans.
We ate bread, we drank coke, we spoke about the Pelicans.
I saw a frog dancing, I saw a lover crying,
I saw Joey lying, I saw myself smiling.

I go there, don't ask me where.
I just see my friends there, I just saw a friend there.
I shine there, I cry there and look, even my words rhyme there.

I want this life again, I want these friends again.
But here he comes, here he kills, but hey whats his name?
I was desperate, I am choked to death.
But hey, I had something to tell.

init 0.

may be

today i have nothing to write about. i thought a lot about this. i usually come up with some submerged feeling of mine, spice it up a little, add incidents from my past and make it seem true.but today i have nothing to write about.though in the past couple of weeks i have thought a lot about a lot of things which include cricket, relationships, fears, racism, take overs, pink floyd etc etc.most of my writings have one or the other dates associated with them but today i don't have anything to write because i don't remember anything.

i am 23 now which is odd and prime and i feel no different.after all this you might ask me why do i continue writing i would say i don't know but i continue writing.

i just saw a small ant moving on my white floors. it looked in all possible directions for a move ahead. it found nothing. only infinite space around it. i don't know what it was thinking then, may be it was in a state of fear.i killed it. its just a small tiny ant which we keep killing. but you can call me what you want to.

i was never like this before. i never will be like this after i finish writing this piece of nonsense.i have changed for sure.i have been reading a lot in the recent past which is making me think a lot.this is weird. let me finish here.
i am feeling really really weird.

bye

Closed Doors

I am writing about this again. I have written about it in all my blogs. I continue writing about this for a reason which I think I don't know.

Coffee's, tea's, the falling raindrops, the closed doors, the playing piano, the glowing lights just remind me of one thing. Its not gonna come back. I try so hard to recollect what I expected but I think the impact has been so strong that I have forgotten them. The old woman used to tell me "It will be the way it should be". She was so true. I never believed in her. I always spoke against her.

Now I am sitting in this dimly lit room, my legs folded , my face down. The door of this room is now open. Everything outside the room is closed and moving. Its going ahead. Once upon a time all the doors used to be always open. I was free. I was a daily there. I knew every bit of dust there.Now everything is new. Hmmm....

I experienced it yesterday.. I experienced it today.

I will experience it tomorrow.