\m/ ... Today was DDay ... \m/
Now I think I can eat and sleep in peace.
Friday, April 27, 2007
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
White flag!
Today,
as I walked home,
and beheld the sight of the beautiful sun just peeking at me from behind
a beautiful grey cloud,
I looked up,
heaved a sigh,
and decided to get over it,
and call it quits.
She left me,
if anything,
with confusion.
Dunno man, all the signs seemed to be there?!
And so foolishly I decided to take the first step,
but like I said,
she confuses me.
Sometimes hot, sometimes mind numbing cold.
Maybe I was as good as I thought I was, but only she was far better
and beyond reach,
or I am the friggin' loser that I am now suspecting myself of being,
and she is still way beyond my league.
Whatever it is, she remains a goddess,
and I thank her making Daniel Adair my idol.
Anyways, like I said
I'll stop now,
and get over it.
Just one regret though ...
I wish I could have her
lovely
manicured
amazingly maintained
sexxxy feet all to myself (:p)
Oh man! Those feet ... I worship them.
Ah! Well, gotta get back to reality.
I'm over it now!
BACK TO THE FRIGGIN' OS ASSIGNMENT ... DOC WHERE ARE YOU????
PS:I'm listening to Mr. Big's "Nothing but Love" from their "Bump Ahead" album ...
Getting back to what I used to listen to, way back in junior school:
Mr.Big, CSNY, Jethro Tull, Fleetwood Mac, America and so much more!
as I walked home,
and beheld the sight of the beautiful sun just peeking at me from behind
a beautiful grey cloud,
I looked up,
heaved a sigh,
and decided to get over it,
and call it quits.
She left me,
if anything,
with confusion.
Dunno man, all the signs seemed to be there?!
And so foolishly I decided to take the first step,
but like I said,
she confuses me.
Sometimes hot, sometimes mind numbing cold.
Maybe I was as good as I thought I was, but only she was far better
and beyond reach,
or I am the friggin' loser that I am now suspecting myself of being,
and she is still way beyond my league.
Whatever it is, she remains a goddess,
and I thank her making Daniel Adair my idol.
Anyways, like I said
I'll stop now,
and get over it.
Just one regret though ...
I wish I could have her
lovely
manicured
amazingly maintained
sexxxy feet all to myself (:p)
Oh man! Those feet ... I worship them.
Ah! Well, gotta get back to reality.
I'm over it now!
BACK TO THE FRIGGIN' OS ASSIGNMENT ... DOC WHERE ARE YOU????
PS:I'm listening to Mr. Big's "Nothing but Love" from their "Bump Ahead" album ...
Getting back to what I used to listen to, way back in junior school:
Mr.Big, CSNY, Jethro Tull, Fleetwood Mac, America and so much more!
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Disclosure
This heaviness of heart has really worn me out. It has become too much to bare, and I seem to
have become completely numb, with it. It is constantly there in the background, hurting me,
where it hurts the most. And I can't seem to do anything about it. Meeting friends and
acquaintances, off and on, helps me to temporarily forget it, and alleviates the pain momentarily.
But even with them I seem to be almost mechanical; wooden even. I smile the smiles, laugh the laughs, make the moves, but deep down inside I can feel the heaviness ... the sickness. What has happened to me?
I used to be happy once; I was quite enjoying what I was doing. Now my life seems empty and
directionless ... all because of this heaviness. Worse still, it is affecting me physically.
I don't get sleep at night; I feel sick looking at food. I am becoming sick and emaciated both
physically and mentally. The stress only adds to the pain: no sleep and no food makes me feel weak, and then, on top of that there is this dull heaviness ... looming over me ... like a black thundercloud ready to burst open.
Why can't the butcher rip this feeble heart open with the knife, once and finally, instead of torturing me with these pricks from rose thorns?
have become completely numb, with it. It is constantly there in the background, hurting me,
where it hurts the most. And I can't seem to do anything about it. Meeting friends and
acquaintances, off and on, helps me to temporarily forget it, and alleviates the pain momentarily.
But even with them I seem to be almost mechanical; wooden even. I smile the smiles, laugh the laughs, make the moves, but deep down inside I can feel the heaviness ... the sickness. What has happened to me?
I used to be happy once; I was quite enjoying what I was doing. Now my life seems empty and
directionless ... all because of this heaviness. Worse still, it is affecting me physically.
I don't get sleep at night; I feel sick looking at food. I am becoming sick and emaciated both
physically and mentally. The stress only adds to the pain: no sleep and no food makes me feel weak, and then, on top of that there is this dull heaviness ... looming over me ... like a black thundercloud ready to burst open.
Why can't the butcher rip this feeble heart open with the knife, once and finally, instead of torturing me with these pricks from rose thorns?
Monday, April 23, 2007
Friday, April 20, 2007
A song for all seasons
The name "Glasgow Kiss", when I first heard it, struck me as a song archetypal of Scottish romanticism and mystery, and indeed, it did not fail me, when I heard the song for the first time. I fell in love with the song right then and there! John Petrucci (of the Dream Theater fame) is a master if the guitar, but little does it become so very clear when you listen to this number. The song is masterful in every sense of the word, and IMO conveys the entire gamut of emotions a human can ever have; love, romance, mystery, suspense, mellow, tragedy, repentance, recovery, resurrection are just some of the few terms that come to my mind when I listen to this song, which truly makes it a song for all seasons. Just listen to this song: Petrucci's versatility and mastery of his instrument becomes so very obvious. Whether it is his fantastic tones, speed-of-light picking or just his mind boggling sense of melody and phrasing, all are present in enough quantities to satiate your soul, well enmeshed with a rather spiriting Scottish tune. Mike Portnoy also does a splendid job of giving a really catchy, yet powerful groove to the song well complemented by Dave LaRue's bass lines.
And I can swear by the song. It has seen me through some of my most trying times and I have always come out of listening to it, with a positive frame of mind, whatever the circumstances. So please do yourselves a favour and listen to "Glasgow Kiss" from John Petrucci's solo album "Suspended Animation" ... a song for all seasons.
PS:Another song for all seasons is "Waves" from Guthrie Govan's solo album "Erotic Cakes" ... this guy is bloody insane!
And I can swear by the song. It has seen me through some of my most trying times and I have always come out of listening to it, with a positive frame of mind, whatever the circumstances. So please do yourselves a favour and listen to "Glasgow Kiss" from John Petrucci's solo album "Suspended Animation" ... a song for all seasons.
PS:Another song for all seasons is "Waves" from Guthrie Govan's solo album "Erotic Cakes" ... this guy is bloody insane!
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Read this!
This was a KILLAH! Part of The Hindu ED:
"Much of Europe is arguing over a Washington proposal to plant in Poland fewer than a dozen anti-missile missiles that might not work, to guard against an Iranian threat that might not exist."
-Craig S.Smith
"Much of Europe is arguing over a Washington proposal to plant in Poland fewer than a dozen anti-missile missiles that might not work, to guard against an Iranian threat that might not exist."
-Craig S.Smith
Monday, April 16, 2007
The Daniel Adair trick
This blog is drumming related, but no fear all my non drum-bum chums, its easy reading ... so go ahead and read it, but heck, if you're not interested, who has the friggin' time to read a stupid blog anyways??!!
I discovered the secret to the Daniel Adair trick today! A major breakthrough for the propagation of my progeny and a truly hallmark event in the pathetic life of mankind, I would say!
For those of you who don't know who Daniel Adair is, he is the new drumming force behind Nickelback, besides also playing for Mississippi alternative rockers, 3 Doors Down, and progressive past master, Dave Martone. I caught a glimpse of the Daniel Adair trick for the first time in the video of Nickelback's super hit single "Photograph", from their "All the right reasons" album. What happens is, in the snare drum roll, just before the chorus, he kinda makes his right stick do a, seemingly effortless, 360 degree turn, before hitting the crashes. Now a lot of drummers have their own trademark and imagination-balking stick tricks, so you'd be wondering why my particular interest in Daniel Adair? Well you could blame it on HER. SHE listens to 3 Doors Down, and since I had never heard the band before, I downloaded a couple of Daniel's drum solo videos with the band, to check out what kind of stuff they play, and saw, to my utter consternation, him doing the same trick. This naturally aroused my curiosity, as to how he did it, and so a couple of VLC replays (at one-eighth speed!) later, I managed to discover the secret behind the Daniel Adair trick. Here is it ladies and gentlemen:
Just as you are raising your right arm to hit the crashes, completely slacken your grip on your stick. As a result the stick starts falling down, the head facing downwards with the other end touching your palm. When the stick is near about vertically downward facing, with the head pointing downwards, and the other end still just brushing your palm, give it a twiddling, but firm, thrust towards the left with your pinkey and ring finger, so that it now changes direction of rotation and starts rotating towards the left in a clockwise manner. Now, when it reaches its peak of the rotation, i.e, the head pointing vertically up and the other end, again, just brushing your palm, snap your grip back onto the stick and get it back into position just in time to play the crashes!
Viola!!! The Daniel Adair stick trick ... so delightful to see, so incredibly simple to understand and so damn difficult to do!
Thank you! Thank you! You are too kind! Gracias! Gracias!
Daniel Adair is one of the finest drummers I've ever seen. He's also one of the few drummers to be blessed with killer looks, which is why millions of chicks, across the world, are mad about him. He is also a very honest, sincere, humble and down to earth person. I'll leave you with a brilliant saying of his: "The harder you work, the luckier you get!".
I discovered the secret to the Daniel Adair trick today! A major breakthrough for the propagation of my progeny and a truly hallmark event in the pathetic life of mankind, I would say!
For those of you who don't know who Daniel Adair is, he is the new drumming force behind Nickelback, besides also playing for Mississippi alternative rockers, 3 Doors Down, and progressive past master, Dave Martone. I caught a glimpse of the Daniel Adair trick for the first time in the video of Nickelback's super hit single "Photograph", from their "All the right reasons" album. What happens is, in the snare drum roll, just before the chorus, he kinda makes his right stick do a, seemingly effortless, 360 degree turn, before hitting the crashes. Now a lot of drummers have their own trademark and imagination-balking stick tricks, so you'd be wondering why my particular interest in Daniel Adair? Well you could blame it on HER. SHE listens to 3 Doors Down, and since I had never heard the band before, I downloaded a couple of Daniel's drum solo videos with the band, to check out what kind of stuff they play, and saw, to my utter consternation, him doing the same trick. This naturally aroused my curiosity, as to how he did it, and so a couple of VLC replays (at one-eighth speed!) later, I managed to discover the secret behind the Daniel Adair trick. Here is it ladies and gentlemen:
Just as you are raising your right arm to hit the crashes, completely slacken your grip on your stick. As a result the stick starts falling down, the head facing downwards with the other end touching your palm. When the stick is near about vertically downward facing, with the head pointing downwards, and the other end still just brushing your palm, give it a twiddling, but firm, thrust towards the left with your pinkey and ring finger, so that it now changes direction of rotation and starts rotating towards the left in a clockwise manner. Now, when it reaches its peak of the rotation, i.e, the head pointing vertically up and the other end, again, just brushing your palm, snap your grip back onto the stick and get it back into position just in time to play the crashes!
Viola!!! The Daniel Adair stick trick ... so delightful to see, so incredibly simple to understand and so damn difficult to do!
Thank you! Thank you! You are too kind! Gracias! Gracias!
Daniel Adair is one of the finest drummers I've ever seen. He's also one of the few drummers to be blessed with killer looks, which is why millions of chicks, across the world, are mad about him. He is also a very honest, sincere, humble and down to earth person. I'll leave you with a brilliant saying of his: "The harder you work, the luckier you get!".
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Nice guys finish last
With due regards to Stanley Ibkiz from the Mask!
Hi! My name is Shamir and I'm a nice guy. Well at least that's what I think I am ... a nice guy. I lead a normal life; I have never been bad to anyone; I make the occasional mistake, but "to err is human", and so, much as though I may be chagrined to committing a mistake, you could forgive me for making them, because I am but human. I have made a lot of mistakes in the past, but have learned from them, and am working on making sure they never occur again. In my opinion my life is at somewhat of a crossroads ... I think I am undergoing a personal renaissance, of sorts.
As a kid, I used to be a tremendous nature enthusiast; I used to rescue so many animal and bird babies from their untimely deaths (if you want to know, and you have time, I will show you their pictures and tell you their stories sometime!) ... I LOVE dogs, and can't remember any point of my life where I didn't have dogs. As a kid, I used to go on nature exploring expeditions with Dad; I've even crafted a raft out of bamboo shoot, with my brother Robin, and set afloat on it, undauntedly! I have traveled all parts of the country and have had an invigorating mix of exposures to many cultures. I have been brought up as a defence kid, and as such have a sense of military pride, respect for our nation's heroic soldiers, hatred for the corrupt politicians that send them to war, and above all, the privilege of being brought up in a very cosmopolitan environment. I used to read a lot too, as a kid ... lots of stuff: Richmal Crompton, Wodehouse and Williard Price were among my favourite authors. I was an incredibly gifted artist; I have won national level painting competitions, but my forte still remains sketching. I could draw a remarkably accurate sketch of anything, with just a couple of strokes and no eraser. I have been a damn good student all my life, not just academically, but in other aspects too ... like punctuality, tidiness, regularity, extracurriculars. I used to be a very good singer: I once set the girls of junior school hysterical (of sorts!) , with my rendition of the Scorpions' "Holiday" ... an all time favourite classic single of mine. I have always loved my parents and family beyond compare ... and always will.
Somewhere down the line, I lost it all ... I became this useless, good-for-nothing wreck ... meandering about aimlessly like a misguided maverick. But suddenly then, it all came back ... in a flash! The inspiration, the drive, the earnestness ... it all just came back to me all of a sudden. I am getting back to what I used to be. I am going back to my past and rediscovering what I had lost. Right now, right here ... I stand ... in front of you. If you know me, then you know who I am ... I am not a showoff. I'm not gonna make you see what I am, I expect you to see me in my true form. I am not a showoff. No way ... no! In fact show-off is far from what I am. I am now an introvert; a bit of a recluse, if you should say so; I bring nothing to the table, nothing. I have my friends and they know who and what I am. I love all of them for who they are, and respect them. I used to have prejudices against some, but now I have none ... I have only love and respect for them in my heart ... all of them. I think I have now become a good person ... if only you know me, you'll get to know that I am a nice guy after all.
Well so here I am, Shamir; and here I stand, feeling lost as a sheep without its shepperd ... a buoy afloat in turbulent ocean ... I am dazed by turmoil around me ... I see chances missed and my pleas for help ignored ... and when I see it, I do not have any regret, or anger in my heart ... just a wee bit of sadness; sadness that no one will come and pull me out of this whirlpool, whose vortex I am spiralling towards. There were I couple of times when I thought there was someone, but alas I guess not! So it is with sadness and a bit of heaviness of heart, that I stand here and appeal to you ... if you are nice person, then please don't go just by face value, and help me out. Cause if you do that, then you'll be one of the few who will realise that I'm just a nice guy ...
... and nice guys end up last.
Hi! My name is Shamir and I'm a nice guy. Well at least that's what I think I am ... a nice guy. I lead a normal life; I have never been bad to anyone; I make the occasional mistake, but "to err is human", and so, much as though I may be chagrined to committing a mistake, you could forgive me for making them, because I am but human. I have made a lot of mistakes in the past, but have learned from them, and am working on making sure they never occur again. In my opinion my life is at somewhat of a crossroads ... I think I am undergoing a personal renaissance, of sorts.
As a kid, I used to be a tremendous nature enthusiast; I used to rescue so many animal and bird babies from their untimely deaths (if you want to know, and you have time, I will show you their pictures and tell you their stories sometime!) ... I LOVE dogs, and can't remember any point of my life where I didn't have dogs. As a kid, I used to go on nature exploring expeditions with Dad; I've even crafted a raft out of bamboo shoot, with my brother Robin, and set afloat on it, undauntedly! I have traveled all parts of the country and have had an invigorating mix of exposures to many cultures. I have been brought up as a defence kid, and as such have a sense of military pride, respect for our nation's heroic soldiers, hatred for the corrupt politicians that send them to war, and above all, the privilege of being brought up in a very cosmopolitan environment. I used to read a lot too, as a kid ... lots of stuff: Richmal Crompton, Wodehouse and Williard Price were among my favourite authors. I was an incredibly gifted artist; I have won national level painting competitions, but my forte still remains sketching. I could draw a remarkably accurate sketch of anything, with just a couple of strokes and no eraser. I have been a damn good student all my life, not just academically, but in other aspects too ... like punctuality, tidiness, regularity, extracurriculars. I used to be a very good singer: I once set the girls of junior school hysterical (of sorts!) , with my rendition of the Scorpions' "Holiday" ... an all time favourite classic single of mine. I have always loved my parents and family beyond compare ... and always will.
Somewhere down the line, I lost it all ... I became this useless, good-for-nothing wreck ... meandering about aimlessly like a misguided maverick. But suddenly then, it all came back ... in a flash! The inspiration, the drive, the earnestness ... it all just came back to me all of a sudden. I am getting back to what I used to be. I am going back to my past and rediscovering what I had lost. Right now, right here ... I stand ... in front of you. If you know me, then you know who I am ... I am not a showoff. I'm not gonna make you see what I am, I expect you to see me in my true form. I am not a showoff. No way ... no! In fact show-off is far from what I am. I am now an introvert; a bit of a recluse, if you should say so; I bring nothing to the table, nothing. I have my friends and they know who and what I am. I love all of them for who they are, and respect them. I used to have prejudices against some, but now I have none ... I have only love and respect for them in my heart ... all of them. I think I have now become a good person ... if only you know me, you'll get to know that I am a nice guy after all.
Well so here I am, Shamir; and here I stand, feeling lost as a sheep without its shepperd ... a buoy afloat in turbulent ocean ... I am dazed by turmoil around me ... I see chances missed and my pleas for help ignored ... and when I see it, I do not have any regret, or anger in my heart ... just a wee bit of sadness; sadness that no one will come and pull me out of this whirlpool, whose vortex I am spiralling towards. There were I couple of times when I thought there was someone, but alas I guess not! So it is with sadness and a bit of heaviness of heart, that I stand here and appeal to you ... if you are nice person, then please don't go just by face value, and help me out. Cause if you do that, then you'll be one of the few who will realise that I'm just a nice guy ...
... and nice guys end up last.
Sunday, April 1, 2007
Must read
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