Madness

"It must be love, love, love
It must be love, love, love
Nothing more, nothing less,
Love is the best"

Just discovered one of my old-time favourite songs: a cute little song called "It must be love", by this cute little band called Madness.

The will of nature

I'm sure not many would have observed this: see the will of nature in action? Against all odds, this lone tree grows out of the rocks, at Hoginakkal water falls. Against the current, and against gravity, it grows right in the middle of nowhere. This is the will, and the beauty, of nature.

Thanks for this amazing pic, Malhotra!

She

She came right out of the blue; out of nowhere, into my life. She hit me like a bullet ... literally! I was alone, and happy, with absolutely no worries in life. And then she came along. She HAD to. It was her obstinance, I guess. I didn't want her, and told her to get the hell out of my life. But she didn't listen. She would have none of it. And that's when this heart of stone, of mine, melted, and I fell in love with her. Yes! I fell head over heels for her. I touched her, with my hands, on her nose. Ran it along the smooth lines of her face; brushed her eyes, and wanted to touch the hair she didn't have. I then gently ran my hand along her spine, all the way down her well shaped, and rounded, body, right down to her shapely hips. It was her eyes that got me ... her lovely, bovine eyes. And her skin ... it was velvety smooth, and dusky like a beautiful evening. Yes, her adamance and insistance had won over me, and melted my resolve.

So I finally yielded, and gave her the pineapple piece I was eating!

And who was she? A cute, plump, grey cow, who hounded all of us for our pineapples, at Hoginakkal water falls, yesterday! [:P]

Time flies and people change ...

The pics say it all!

Joshua

I had the privilege of seeing Joshua Grant, in action, for the first time in my life, last Saturday evening, at an AU concert, here in Bangalore. Performing with him were Siddhant and Chintamani, the guys in whose studio, Feedback did their recording.

Well, I had heard about Joshua before, from Mridul, Siddhant, Chintamani and Suri. I had heard, of an amazingly refined jazz drummer, who could shred metal and rock too. I had heard of, his insane spasms, which leave you wondering at what exactly he had played. I had recorded the drums on "Introspect", on one of his TAMA kits, and remember Akshat, remarking on the stick hit marks, spanking fair and square, bang, right in the middle of the snare, "This has to be Josh's practicing!".

And on Saturday evening I saw all that! What technique, what control, what phrasing, what style, what out-of-control tom rolls, what amazing odd beat pattern grooves, what ghost notes, what NOT!

I consider myself lucky to have finally seen Joshua in action; without any further ado, he straight away goes into my list of drumming inspirations!

Wtf ?!

I don't normally use the f*** word these days, but I have to now.

You make me belong to some place I'm not,
I wanna ask you f***ers, if you've ever given it a thought,
As to how sick and tired I'm, of hearing you say,
The same old bullsh**, day after day.

A couple of times was okay with me,
But too much of this sh** constantly, and I
Won't be able to tell you when I'm gonna break,
I'll smash you a fistful more'n you can take.

Anyways, what the f***, makes you think you're elite?
And what the f*** makes you act so uppity?
Just cause you're from some f***ed up part of this place
Doesn't mean that you losers are a superior race,

Or the same kinda bullsh** you always use,
To degrade me, and justify this abuse.
Well, f*** the tension, and f*** the anger
These pent up feelings have given way to hunger.

A hunger for me to get some release,
To smash some face, and break a few teeth.
Cause if you care to look around this place,
My middle finger is in your goddamn face.

The Aviator

See her? She is Lucy ... sweet Lucy. She is a beauty! She was, and is, my one, and only, true love. The only woman I have ever given my love to. She was perfect! Still is perfect to me ... Check out this babe's curves. The way her head tapers down to her elegant and beautiful butt. See how smooth her skin is? Even now in this old age ... And don't take her age for granted; she still packs quite a punch, with her raw power. She is moody and temperamental, and, like any other woman, has her mood swings, of ups and downs. But she knows me, and no matter how mad she gets, and no matter what I do, she believes in me. All the times I've failed; gone slightly off the rail, she's there to remind me, that she believes in me. It's then I can take control of her, and ease away all the pain. And when that happens, I can't describe the feeling we get, when we soar heavenwards (provided, of course, we don't go into a stall or a tailspin!). It's ecstasy for both of us.

The girls these days are much faster, over-sized, and evil-intentioned. Well that's what most boys want, but no, not for me. I'm happy with sweet Lucy. I've always been a sucker with fast females!

Lucy and I hardly get time to spend together these days; we are two slow old souls separated, and trapped in a fast and overwhelming new world. But no matter how far apart she will be from me, she will always be my one, and only, true love. I will always cherish the memories I had with her ... just us, the sky, the clouds and the sun in our eyes ... I never have, and never will, love any other woman ... it always was, and is, Lucy ... sweet Lucy.


PS: Lucy is a Supermarine Spitfire Mk II, a legendary WWII fighter aircraft, from Britain, along with, probably, the likes of America's P-51 "Mustang", Germany's Messerschmitt Me-90, and Japan's "Zero".