Now that's two movies in two days. And good movies in fact. Contrary to my previous post, I do intend to watch more in the coming days. I do realize the timing is not apt, with the minors approaching, assignments getting piled up, but some movies have a certain essence to them. And they are sometimes worth the risk.
City of God was a good movie. Not one to be watched alone, but the entire story drew no comparison with what I have grown with. Perhaps this is precisely the reason why I couldnt find more meaning and charm in it. But for an entertainer, it sure beats many others! The way the story was structured, the daunting introduction of characters, the anticipation it all builds up, the movie was a sure shot dollar bill.
Did you realize that everyone Rocket meets in his life, inevitably ends up dying, with the exception of Angelica perhaps, whose fate I couldn't gather. Point to ponder.....
The movie I saw today was Being There. If you think you are knowledgeable, think again. Nothing is what it seems like. Getting serious? Don't. It is a prodigious satire on our common social laws. To be confined by the fear of unknown, and what could happen if someone had that fear removed from him. Such a peaceful movie.
Chauncy Gardiner, well acted.
Downloading The Graduate right now. I've seen Tootsie, and am already a fan of Dustin Hoffman. Lets see the magic he has conjured in these 700MB.
Good night!
PS: Was supposed to complete Digital Electronics today. After this movie perhaps :)
August 24, 2011
This is it. No more procrastinating things.
1) Wanted to exercise daily, but it always starts from the next day.
2) Wanted to start studying, but it always starts after the sleep.
3) Wanted to start waking up early, but I always convince myself 5 more minutes won't hurt
4) Wanted to start the lab reports. They always start after the movie.
5) Wanted to write a blog post daily. Reactivated facebook instead
6) Wanted to plan my week. Have to plan the planning first!
-> Still have to start writing my resume.
-> Still have to complete my story.
-> Still have to buy the subject books
-> Still have to start learning Spanish :(
-> Still have to wake up early.
I despise myself!
1) Wanted to exercise daily, but it always starts from the next day.
2) Wanted to start studying, but it always starts after the sleep.
3) Wanted to start waking up early, but I always convince myself 5 more minutes won't hurt
4) Wanted to start the lab reports. They always start after the movie.
5) Wanted to write a blog post daily. Reactivated facebook instead
6) Wanted to plan my week. Have to plan the planning first!
-> Still have to start writing my resume.
-> Still have to complete my story.
-> Still have to buy the subject books
-> Still have to start learning Spanish :(
-> Still have to wake up early.
I despise myself!
August 23, 2011
When the Gods fall,,,,.
There are some people, who demand a high regard from you. They prove it again and again, with their conduct, their passions, and their talents, and you succumb and consider them your ideals. That is how a following is born. That is how stars are born.
And when your ideal makes a mistake, it is hard to forget. It is hard to denounce them, but it is hard to forget. Karan Thapar was one of my ideals. And he too proved that he is just a human.
The event being talked about, is an interview taken by Karan of two well very well known activists today, Arvind Kejriwal, and Prashant Bhushan.
If you have seen the interview, you would know what my plight is.
It is the first time that I have seen Karan grow so desperate, and so pathetic! I've seen him tear the shreds off Ram Jethmalani, decimating Chidambram, Montek Singh, Arun Jaitely and many more personalities tirelessly and effortlessly. He made me believe in his demigod abilities of journalism. But his unguided attempt at ruthlessness with Arvind and Prashant Bhushan, finally carried him away with itself. He got so excited middle of the discourse; it was unclear as to what his intention and perspective were. Never before has he taken a stand against his interviewee, leave alone pestering him with the same questions again and again. He did both. I saw his interview with Kapil Sibal, when the Lokpal meetings had failed, and Anna had threatened to protest starting 16th August. He was meticulous, methodical, apprehensive of the replies, creative and quick to quote. He even made Kapil accept that Govt might take action if Anna goes on fast again. That, was an interview.
This, was an argument. He took to debate with them on essential topics. He tried to explain it to them, instead of taking their opinions and trapping them in it. Such a coercing is unimaginable for a man of his repute. It was not an attempt at outlook; it was a justification of his own stance. The way he was interrupting Arvind in every sentence, it seemed he wanted Arvind to parallel his own stream of thoughts, or else be quiet lest he said something else. Quoting Kejriwal from the interview: "Please allow me to speak Karan, please allow me to speak. In your last interview someone counted the words. You spoke 2400 words and I spoke 1600 words(sic)", to which Karan, with not a hint of cunning, replied:"Don't waste time". This was Karan on a backfoot.
Arvind was asking Karan questions, eyeing his eagerness to speak multitudes, and reluctance to hear. The first time I saw the interviewee become the interviewer, and trying to catch the latter in his line of thought. More than once, Arvind and Prashant were saying yes, and Karan was saying no, and the talk stagnated at that point. Again and again he was raising the question of Blackmail. This wasn't shrewdness, it was desperation. We all now know where his loyalties lie. He failed this time. He let person get in the way of impassiveness. He wasn't just.
This wasn't the Karan I know.
I do not support Anna in many of his demands. But I can't think of myself as being more than an individual with an opinion. Perhaps Karan thinks otherwise. The way this interview was conducted, I am sure 6 months from now, I won't remember much of it. But I would remember that once, Karan too failed in his job.
PS: Just read in a newspaper about Baba Nigmanand's death inquiry report. It was pushed to page 7, in an insignificant corner. It took his death to bring his issue to spotlight. And that too died away. Perhaps that is what a common man is worth. If you aren't famous, you can't be heard.
And when your ideal makes a mistake, it is hard to forget. It is hard to denounce them, but it is hard to forget. Karan Thapar was one of my ideals. And he too proved that he is just a human.
The event being talked about, is an interview taken by Karan of two well very well known activists today, Arvind Kejriwal, and Prashant Bhushan.
If you have seen the interview, you would know what my plight is.
It is the first time that I have seen Karan grow so desperate, and so pathetic! I've seen him tear the shreds off Ram Jethmalani, decimating Chidambram, Montek Singh, Arun Jaitely and many more personalities tirelessly and effortlessly. He made me believe in his demigod abilities of journalism. But his unguided attempt at ruthlessness with Arvind and Prashant Bhushan, finally carried him away with itself. He got so excited middle of the discourse; it was unclear as to what his intention and perspective were. Never before has he taken a stand against his interviewee, leave alone pestering him with the same questions again and again. He did both. I saw his interview with Kapil Sibal, when the Lokpal meetings had failed, and Anna had threatened to protest starting 16th August. He was meticulous, methodical, apprehensive of the replies, creative and quick to quote. He even made Kapil accept that Govt might take action if Anna goes on fast again. That, was an interview.
This, was an argument. He took to debate with them on essential topics. He tried to explain it to them, instead of taking their opinions and trapping them in it. Such a coercing is unimaginable for a man of his repute. It was not an attempt at outlook; it was a justification of his own stance. The way he was interrupting Arvind in every sentence, it seemed he wanted Arvind to parallel his own stream of thoughts, or else be quiet lest he said something else. Quoting Kejriwal from the interview: "Please allow me to speak Karan, please allow me to speak. In your last interview someone counted the words. You spoke 2400 words and I spoke 1600 words(sic)", to which Karan, with not a hint of cunning, replied:"Don't waste time". This was Karan on a backfoot.
Arvind was asking Karan questions, eyeing his eagerness to speak multitudes, and reluctance to hear. The first time I saw the interviewee become the interviewer, and trying to catch the latter in his line of thought. More than once, Arvind and Prashant were saying yes, and Karan was saying no, and the talk stagnated at that point. Again and again he was raising the question of Blackmail. This wasn't shrewdness, it was desperation. We all now know where his loyalties lie. He failed this time. He let person get in the way of impassiveness. He wasn't just.
This wasn't the Karan I know.
I do not support Anna in many of his demands. But I can't think of myself as being more than an individual with an opinion. Perhaps Karan thinks otherwise. The way this interview was conducted, I am sure 6 months from now, I won't remember much of it. But I would remember that once, Karan too failed in his job.
PS: Just read in a newspaper about Baba Nigmanand's death inquiry report. It was pushed to page 7, in an insignificant corner. It took his death to bring his issue to spotlight. And that too died away. Perhaps that is what a common man is worth. If you aren't famous, you can't be heard.
August 20, 2011
Today never came! Yesterday just continued....
I rock! Yeah, that has been the anthem for the past 2 days. Don't know why, but the last two days don't seem to have been disconnected at all! Yesterday was superb, and today, though all I did today was just travel, has the same proclivity. Yesterday's sleep was perhaps just another booting, before the newly installed updates started running :)
The start of this 48 hour long roller-coaster was awesome. You know when you decide on something ideal, and then you decide it is too stringent for you to follow? Like perhaps going on exercising everyday, and waking up at 5 for it? (I've been trying that for one whole month now). I took my white-board, which I had bought during my jee days, (and used it well enough), to my hostel thinking it would help me organize. That was at the start of the semester. The cure soon became the menace.I couldn't find the carpenter to drill the holes in the walls, and when the carpenter decided to come, I had classes full day. So my old board took up some more ground space in my already crowded room.
What happened yesterday was, I got up at 8 (which is a feat!), bathed, took breakfast, and called the guy who is fixing doors in our hostel washrooms to come and drill the hole for me. He actually came! Instantly! And lo, the board was up! I haven't been able to use the board till now (I am home now) but the sight of it was enough to elevate my spirits. I attended all the classes, was the first to complete my Digital electronics practical!
The only horrendous thing that could've nullified it all, was when I had to confront a Lab attendant of another lab. It might have been serious, but soon I met the prof of the course, and he said it might be because of some bad mood, he will talk to him. Ah! My steps back to the hostel were dancing in the interlude. And then, we started playing Counter-Strike!!
The boon! The gift to a bored hosteler! What did you think IIT? You would stop LAN and we won't play LAN games? HA! Preposterous! (I always wanted to say that) We set up a WLAN, connected us in, and played! And the way I scored!
I had only started CS two or three days back. I had played a little in my 12th class, but not much. But oh! The bliss! I outperformed 2 of my friends, and sometimes even single handedly killed all the terrorists!(I was CT). The time of my life!
After all others had slept, it was just me and T playing. We played with some bots first, but losing again and again, T (who is a loudmouth) asked me to come one-on-one. Two of my neighbours were already there, two more came. And the humiliation was complete my friend. The final tally read 22-11!! I could have tormented him further, and could have easily won 50 more sets, but the owner of the laptop became frustrated with the monotony of my wins( :D) and took the laptop back from T. I finally slept at 3:30, after gorging half a litre of juice.
The first thing I did today after waking up, was call my ma and tell her I would be home soon. But how would a boy react to a candy bar, even if he misses the school bus? S and K started playing, and I inadvertently joined them. The CT's were dying (I was terrorist this time), and 9 o'clock became 10, then 11 and finally became 1!! I quickly closed the connections, packed my things up, and left. No time to waste now. My lunch, a pear and an apple!
Why didn't the journey dampen my spirits? I have to change buses twice to get to home.
In the first bus, a beautiful girl was standing next to me half of the journey. The bus was overtly crowded, and she started sharing her plight, and we began to talk! (I still can't believe my luck). When she got off, she gave me a sweet smile, my heart skipped a beat! The rest of the journey was chirpy :). And if this felt good, the next bus shifted me to heaven!
The next bus was a DTC from Nazafgarh to Bahadurgarh. No one was standing, which was a good sign that I could get a seat. I entered with a horde of other people, and did get a seat. A moment later, in the seat next to mine, another beautiful girl came and sat. (It has been 8 hours since then, and writing this my heart is doing horse runs!). I couldn't talk to this one, she slept halfway across the journey, but she tilted her head right and it rested on my shoulder! A person who was standing next to our seat grinned. I tried to be civil, tried to move myself away (I had the window seat), but anyone who has travelled in a DTC can tell, you can't move an inch! So after some pretension, I decided to enjoy the ride. (The rest of the journey was chirpy too :) ). Another thing which could have gone right was if she would have woken up a few moments before the stop. It would have been an awkward situation, and we could have chatted. (I even thought I would take the number of this one). But dreams. They never come true. The conductor called out Bahadurgarh, and she woke up with a start and rushed off. I heard the glasses of my dream shattering.
But I didn't try to pick up the pieces...
We both took the same bus to Rohtak!
So my dear friend, she is an MBBS student from delhi, studying in Rohtak (PGIMS, or should I say, Health University). Her name is Preeti, and she didn't give me her number :(. I didn't ask for a number, I asked for her facebook profile. But she thought I wanted to hack it (she didn't say so, but her tiny questioning made me believe), and denied.
God, I am such a dork! Why didn't I think of it!
Anyways, I am home now, have just relived my journey again, and I can happily go to sleep now, with dreams of me killing terrorists, or probably, girls flying in the DTC :)
Good night.
The start of this 48 hour long roller-coaster was awesome. You know when you decide on something ideal, and then you decide it is too stringent for you to follow? Like perhaps going on exercising everyday, and waking up at 5 for it? (I've been trying that for one whole month now). I took my white-board, which I had bought during my jee days, (and used it well enough), to my hostel thinking it would help me organize. That was at the start of the semester. The cure soon became the menace.I couldn't find the carpenter to drill the holes in the walls, and when the carpenter decided to come, I had classes full day. So my old board took up some more ground space in my already crowded room.
What happened yesterday was, I got up at 8 (which is a feat!), bathed, took breakfast, and called the guy who is fixing doors in our hostel washrooms to come and drill the hole for me. He actually came! Instantly! And lo, the board was up! I haven't been able to use the board till now (I am home now) but the sight of it was enough to elevate my spirits. I attended all the classes, was the first to complete my Digital electronics practical!
The only horrendous thing that could've nullified it all, was when I had to confront a Lab attendant of another lab. It might have been serious, but soon I met the prof of the course, and he said it might be because of some bad mood, he will talk to him. Ah! My steps back to the hostel were dancing in the interlude. And then, we started playing Counter-Strike!!
The boon! The gift to a bored hosteler! What did you think IIT? You would stop LAN and we won't play LAN games? HA! Preposterous! (I always wanted to say that) We set up a WLAN, connected us in, and played! And the way I scored!
I had only started CS two or three days back. I had played a little in my 12th class, but not much. But oh! The bliss! I outperformed 2 of my friends, and sometimes even single handedly killed all the terrorists!(I was CT). The time of my life!
After all others had slept, it was just me and T playing. We played with some bots first, but losing again and again, T (who is a loudmouth) asked me to come one-on-one. Two of my neighbours were already there, two more came. And the humiliation was complete my friend. The final tally read 22-11!! I could have tormented him further, and could have easily won 50 more sets, but the owner of the laptop became frustrated with the monotony of my wins( :D) and took the laptop back from T. I finally slept at 3:30, after gorging half a litre of juice.
The first thing I did today after waking up, was call my ma and tell her I would be home soon. But how would a boy react to a candy bar, even if he misses the school bus? S and K started playing, and I inadvertently joined them. The CT's were dying (I was terrorist this time), and 9 o'clock became 10, then 11 and finally became 1!! I quickly closed the connections, packed my things up, and left. No time to waste now. My lunch, a pear and an apple!
Why didn't the journey dampen my spirits? I have to change buses twice to get to home.
In the first bus, a beautiful girl was standing next to me half of the journey. The bus was overtly crowded, and she started sharing her plight, and we began to talk! (I still can't believe my luck). When she got off, she gave me a sweet smile, my heart skipped a beat! The rest of the journey was chirpy :). And if this felt good, the next bus shifted me to heaven!
The next bus was a DTC from Nazafgarh to Bahadurgarh. No one was standing, which was a good sign that I could get a seat. I entered with a horde of other people, and did get a seat. A moment later, in the seat next to mine, another beautiful girl came and sat. (It has been 8 hours since then, and writing this my heart is doing horse runs!). I couldn't talk to this one, she slept halfway across the journey, but she tilted her head right and it rested on my shoulder! A person who was standing next to our seat grinned. I tried to be civil, tried to move myself away (I had the window seat), but anyone who has travelled in a DTC can tell, you can't move an inch! So after some pretension, I decided to enjoy the ride. (The rest of the journey was chirpy too :) ). Another thing which could have gone right was if she would have woken up a few moments before the stop. It would have been an awkward situation, and we could have chatted. (I even thought I would take the number of this one). But dreams. They never come true. The conductor called out Bahadurgarh, and she woke up with a start and rushed off. I heard the glasses of my dream shattering.
But I didn't try to pick up the pieces...
We both took the same bus to Rohtak!
So my dear friend, she is an MBBS student from delhi, studying in Rohtak (PGIMS, or should I say, Health University). Her name is Preeti, and she didn't give me her number :(. I didn't ask for a number, I asked for her facebook profile. But she thought I wanted to hack it (she didn't say so, but her tiny questioning made me believe), and denied.
God, I am such a dork! Why didn't I think of it!
Anyways, I am home now, have just relived my journey again, and I can happily go to sleep now, with dreams of me killing terrorists, or probably, girls flying in the DTC :)
Good night.
August 19, 2011
On X and M
"There is somethig else too. It will be a part of your curriculum, I don't want any absentees on it! I will be taking attendance if I have to!......"
Okay sir. We will do anything for attendance. What is it?
"......How many of you have visited the Museum of Modern Art?"
WHAT?!!!
This was a huge surprise. We! Engineers! I suddenly remembered what another of our lovely professor once said.
"You are to be an engineer. A mazdoor! You must talk in technical terms. Even your jokes should be technical."
He said it all in present continuous tense. I have merely changed the verbs to their appropriate case.
Why did I think of him? I have no idea. (For reference sake, I will refer to the so far good professor as X (for mysterious) and the second one as M ( because he reminds me of a certain maggu!)). But I couldn't stop my grin. Had M been there! Just visiting maybe, or waiting outside for the class to finish, I don't know, just if he had heard X! Modrern Art! HA! It would have been a sight!
It wasn't just this once that X did something unexpected. I will continue on just X from here, M is one of those boring monotonous characters who simply take pride in their professional lexicon, not realizing that the other person is not interested.
So as I was saying, it wasn't just the first time that he broke the standard routine of most of our classes. I was hopping he would do such a thing, (his fame reached us before him), just I didn't know how he would do it.
For starters, lets take the first class itself. He didn't start off directly, he took our introductions first. Not just names, but hobbies, interests, future dreams! You say whats so big in that? Nothing. Just that no professor ever tried to get to know his students, barring just a few. And they too remembered only the maggus. Then we got daily invitations for one or another Classical program (given that he is the coordinator, but still!) And the best was his teaching method. It took a couple of classes to realise, but I do appreciate what he is doing! To understand a subject, merely writing the formulae ain't enough. He dives deep! Deep enough so we can see the ground below the wide see! Ofcourse, it takes the assumption that we know the basics, but the beauty he makes us realise! Kya baat hai! I only know a couple of professors who might stand upto him. One of the good courses this semester :):)
Enough about the professor. Its time for the PS
Maybe we can talk about
There's another thing
Okay, ending a random post is difficult! But IIT won't allow me to be online beyond 1 o'clock, and its already 12:57, so I better end it whatsoever. Tomorrow's Friday, actually today's Friday, so the laundry weekend is here. (just means I have to go home with the dirty clothes). It might be an extended weekend even. Jai Janmashtmi! Lets check the calender.
Ciao!
Okay sir. We will do anything for attendance. What is it?
"......How many of you have visited the Museum of Modern Art?"
WHAT?!!!
This was a huge surprise. We! Engineers! I suddenly remembered what another of our lovely professor once said.
"You are to be an engineer. A mazdoor! You must talk in technical terms. Even your jokes should be technical."
He said it all in present continuous tense. I have merely changed the verbs to their appropriate case.
Why did I think of him? I have no idea. (For reference sake, I will refer to the so far good professor as X (for mysterious) and the second one as M ( because he reminds me of a certain maggu!)). But I couldn't stop my grin. Had M been there! Just visiting maybe, or waiting outside for the class to finish, I don't know, just if he had heard X! Modrern Art! HA! It would have been a sight!
It wasn't just this once that X did something unexpected. I will continue on just X from here, M is one of those boring monotonous characters who simply take pride in their professional lexicon, not realizing that the other person is not interested.
So as I was saying, it wasn't just the first time that he broke the standard routine of most of our classes. I was hopping he would do such a thing, (his fame reached us before him), just I didn't know how he would do it.
For starters, lets take the first class itself. He didn't start off directly, he took our introductions first. Not just names, but hobbies, interests, future dreams! You say whats so big in that? Nothing. Just that no professor ever tried to get to know his students, barring just a few. And they too remembered only the maggus. Then we got daily invitations for one or another Classical program (given that he is the coordinator, but still!) And the best was his teaching method. It took a couple of classes to realise, but I do appreciate what he is doing! To understand a subject, merely writing the formulae ain't enough. He dives deep! Deep enough so we can see the ground below the wide see! Ofcourse, it takes the assumption that we know the basics, but the beauty he makes us realise! Kya baat hai! I only know a couple of professors who might stand upto him. One of the good courses this semester :):)
Okay, ending a random post is difficult! But IIT won't allow me to be online beyond 1 o'clock, and its already 12:57, so I better end it whatsoever. Tomorrow's Friday, actually today's Friday, so the laundry weekend is here. (just means I have to go home with the dirty clothes). It might be an extended weekend even. Jai Janmashtmi! Lets check the calender.
Ciao!
August 18, 2011
Avril Lavigne - Chop Suey chopped!
For the avril fans...
WAKE UP!!!
Notice the number of dislikes on the actual youtube page!!
WAKE UP!!!
Notice the number of dislikes on the actual youtube page!!
August 17, 2011
Turn a new leaf! Get a life!!!!
It's been three days now that I quit facebook, and I know how these days have passed. Not that I actually quit facebook, their sly policy of keeping safe everyone's network so they can return back keeps everyone on their feet. No. What I am talking about is a simple test of restrain. A restrain from telling your secrets to the world. Out loud. No bounds. And even if I think I "quit" I haven't been able to stop myself from posting my statuses. If not facebook, then twitter! I've tweeted lots in the last three days. Talk about restrain! :).
Leaving fb actually did good for me. And when I say "only I know how I passed these three days", I mean "how WELL I passed these three days." I've been catching up on my blog subscription, listening to a lot of better songs, and have watched three movies with such good critical reviews, they actually seemed intimidating before I actually got to watch them ( I had them in my laptop for over three months now). One was To kill a mocking bird, which it is a world known fact that its a marvelous movie. Other was One flew over the cuckoo's nest. Now it does seem to be a good movie per se, but as an adaptation of a book, I don't think it does justice to the book. (from what i've gathered, the book has a lot more than what the movie showed, for instance, Chief was a schizophrenic. That means a lot different from what the movie made me believe.) Of course, I am not one to judge, not untill I've read the book perhaps. And It might be a long time till then! Next on my list is Atlas Shrugged!! ( The name gives me chills!!)
Did I mention how much time I've gained off facebook? I think I did. And Oh, I also mentioned about the blogs. There is one specific that I really like. Its by an Army wife. Not the patriotic kind of blog, just a really fun filled, Murphy's law adhering piece on daily life! Its called 3 bedroom bungalow, and the link is: http://3bedroombungalow.blogspot.com/. Her recent posts have been really gripping. Going to Germany with no planning, then calling someone up from UK to pick you up and driving the way back there! Don't try it yourself, this stuff is just for reading :). And then there is the Delhiwala, which has such a good collection of pictures, you can gorge upon it as greedily as you like, it is entertaining as hell! The link is http://www.thedelhiwalla.com/, If you cannot get it from my subscriptions.
That is not all. I even completed a few assignments on time, got time to read on a few more lectures, and catch on with my academics. Its just that the stuff is really boring to write about, and you really don't wish to tell such things to people. It sounds weird!
To tell the truth, I even considered to do something on the like of the Julie-Julia project. Not with the cooking ofcourse, bit maybe with the songs, or with drumming, I don't know. I just spent too much time thinking about it, and then decided it was just me going overboard, so I left it. But it would have been nice to do something like that. Really nice.
So all in all, this whole things turned out pretty well for me. Next up on my to-do list is to complete a story I started long ago. Lets see how that works out!
Leaving fb actually did good for me. And when I say "only I know how I passed these three days", I mean "how WELL I passed these three days." I've been catching up on my blog subscription, listening to a lot of better songs, and have watched three movies with such good critical reviews, they actually seemed intimidating before I actually got to watch them ( I had them in my laptop for over three months now). One was To kill a mocking bird, which it is a world known fact that its a marvelous movie. Other was One flew over the cuckoo's nest. Now it does seem to be a good movie per se, but as an adaptation of a book, I don't think it does justice to the book. (from what i've gathered, the book has a lot more than what the movie showed, for instance, Chief was a schizophrenic. That means a lot different from what the movie made me believe.) Of course, I am not one to judge, not untill I've read the book perhaps. And It might be a long time till then! Next on my list is Atlas Shrugged!! ( The name gives me chills!!)
Did I mention how much time I've gained off facebook? I think I did. And Oh, I also mentioned about the blogs. There is one specific that I really like. Its by an Army wife. Not the patriotic kind of blog, just a really fun filled, Murphy's law adhering piece on daily life! Its called 3 bedroom bungalow, and the link is: http://3bedroombungalow.blogspot.com/. Her recent posts have been really gripping. Going to Germany with no planning, then calling someone up from UK to pick you up and driving the way back there! Don't try it yourself, this stuff is just for reading :). And then there is the Delhiwala, which has such a good collection of pictures, you can gorge upon it as greedily as you like, it is entertaining as hell! The link is http://www.thedelhiwalla.com/, If you cannot get it from my subscriptions.
That is not all. I even completed a few assignments on time, got time to read on a few more lectures, and catch on with my academics. Its just that the stuff is really boring to write about, and you really don't wish to tell such things to people. It sounds weird!
To tell the truth, I even considered to do something on the like of the Julie-Julia project. Not with the cooking ofcourse, bit maybe with the songs, or with drumming, I don't know. I just spent too much time thinking about it, and then decided it was just me going overboard, so I left it. But it would have been nice to do something like that. Really nice.
So all in all, this whole things turned out pretty well for me. Next up on my to-do list is to complete a story I started long ago. Lets see how that works out!
Hallelujah!
Some songs really go through you, touching your heart, and then you feel the touch and the peace of them! I became a fan of Jeff Buckely after I heard Hallelujah, but recently when I heard the other versions of the song, I became his devotee! So much so that after I deleted my facebook account just to stop myself from using it (yeah, that is my declaration, I am trying to prevent myself from this addiction.), and twitter won't allow me to write what I feel in so many words, I drew a first in writing directly to my blog (earlier I used to write first in an editor, try to edit it, and then publish.)
Back to the song, I can't draw the same emotion that the song drew in me through mere words.
Just listen to this song, and you will know. If you are in IIT, better let the song stream first (you don't want the reduced bandwidth to ruin it for you)
Don't thank me yet. After you have heard this song (or by this time you might have even downloaded it) try out these other versions, by Leonard Cohen, the original lyricist of this soothing beauty.
And then there is another version which I Rufus Wainwright sang, and it came as the cover for Shrek soundtrack
Mirror mirror on the wall, which is the best of them all? Don't you love that Jeff Buckley actually sang this song? Or that he was born and decided to become a singer and got inspired from this vivacious piece of poetry? It is a wonder how he managed to create the perfect masterpiece. Cohen's version was still not deep enough, to go beneath just the mouthing of words. But oh! what they both have done together. Enjoy the bliss, this should be my cue to bid adieu. And parting off, I want to quote a comment on his video:
"dude when im on my death bed, this song better be playing"(sic)
Hats off to Leonard Cohen and Jeff Buckley. You've touched a soul! You've touched a million of 'em!
Back to the song, I can't draw the same emotion that the song drew in me through mere words.
Just listen to this song, and you will know. If you are in IIT, better let the song stream first (you don't want the reduced bandwidth to ruin it for you)
Don't thank me yet. After you have heard this song (or by this time you might have even downloaded it) try out these other versions, by Leonard Cohen, the original lyricist of this soothing beauty.
And then there is another version which I Rufus Wainwright sang, and it came as the cover for Shrek soundtrack
Mirror mirror on the wall, which is the best of them all? Don't you love that Jeff Buckley actually sang this song? Or that he was born and decided to become a singer and got inspired from this vivacious piece of poetry? It is a wonder how he managed to create the perfect masterpiece. Cohen's version was still not deep enough, to go beneath just the mouthing of words. But oh! what they both have done together. Enjoy the bliss, this should be my cue to bid adieu. And parting off, I want to quote a comment on his video:
"dude when im on my death bed, this song better be playing"(sic)
Hats off to Leonard Cohen and Jeff Buckley. You've touched a soul! You've touched a million of 'em!
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