F***ing high !

First of all , please excuse me for that pretty unparliamentary heading ( fellow non-parliementarians never mind).But to be honest, there wasnt a better way to describe how i feel every single time this video streams down the 14 inch addiction of mine.The first time i heard james blunt,what i conceived of him was indeed a tad prejudiced so as to say at hindsight.Then came along this number that throbbed my heart from all ends. I still wouldnt really endorse the original footage of the song,quite understandable why it was widely acknowledged as a paraody per se.But ,this impeccable work of video-editing has rendered a great deal of justice to the breathtaking feel of the song.Mad that i am about the movie and meg ryan,it simply has become the daily dose of energy to get the day started. And what more, thanx a million to C***bank open air canteen and sioux falls radio,i get to hear it almost at every other break,be it nicotine or cafeine.On a sadder note, What really breaks my heart is that the guitar is played on a capo which means ill have to wait another weekend to buy one before i could attempt James blunting !

Yes, she caught my eye,As we walked on by.
She could see from my face that I was,Fucking high,
And I don't think that I'll see her again,
But we shared a moment that will last 'till the end.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you !

http://youtube.com/watch?v=RYMC822iT4I

Fields of gold

Sometimes feel there is nothing stronger than soulful music that comforts a man in troubled times . And there is nothing quite as much wonderful a person can leave behind than music that alleviates the pain and suffering of millions across cultures and creed.Reminds me of a scene that particulary touched me, in its wisdom and emotion, from my all time favorite movie 'shawshank redemption' . Andy (Tim robbins) locks the warden's room on the inside, gets some Mozart records and plays an aria of 'marriage of Figaro" over the prison loud-speaker system .He sits there , legs over the table, relishing the music unmindful of the consequences, obliging only by turning up the volume when the warden orders him to shut it down. The whole prison comes to a standstill as everyone, prisoner or guard, looks up at the speakers, mesmerized by the music. "I don't know what those ladies were singing. It was so beautiful, so deep, it couldn't be expressed in words. Made the walls dissolve. Every last man felt free" a fellow prisoner remarks . Andy is put in an isolation chamber for a month as a result of his misadventure. And later when Red (Morgan Freeman) asks him if it was worth doing it ,

Andy: I had Mr. Mozart to keep me company...(He points and taps his head) It was in here. (And he gestures over his heart) And in here. That's the beauty of music. They can't get that from you. Haven't you ever felt that way about music?...Here's where it makes the most sense. You need it so we don't forget...that there are places in the world that aren't made out of stone, that there's, there's somethin' inside that they can't get to, that they can't touch. It's yours.

Red: What are you talkin' about?

Andy: Hope.

Well , music, love and hope might quite well be the three entities that can find a man and a man finds inturn even in his darkest disposition . And to bequeth any of those to the world, I believe, is truly the most endearing thing a person can do. Came across this beautiful rendition of sting's original 'Fields of Gold' by Eva cassidy. The video belonging to 'Brokeback mountain' ,the well-known and very-sensitive gay love story of last year.The song is part of the album 'songbird' released in 1998, two years after Eva's death from cancer at the age of 33 .It touched me no end ,the voice and emotions of a person no more, so selflessly comforting than many a person alive in their own terms.



In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold...

Will you stay with me will you be my love
Among the fields of barley..
Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
As you lie in fields of gold..

You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Among the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ocwLOQcGaow

Memoirs from a lonely world


The night whisks away , contritely, unable to sustain the glory of the unforbearing sun.I wake up in the middle of an hour i fail to fathom, in a beautiful prison called sioux falls.The relentless ringing of a lone church-bell beckoning the day entails reality of the present . I drag myself out of the comforter , in deep discontent at having missed the finale of a fabulous reverie, my only uninhibited recourse in an otherwise beleaguered existence. Moving slowly, without purpose , unable to come to terms with the abrupt transcience to an unforgiving world,i look through the emptiness,within and around me. The sight of the laptop lying in the corner enamours me with the warmth of hope, on yet another cold monday morning. I stand motionless, staring at the powerful animal, stuck in a moment of predicament, in a long drawn altercation between the heart and the brain .I give in, with empathy for the meeker . My eyes gaze wide open in anxiety , the disconcerting brightness of the screen in the wee hours of the morning notwithstanding , for that special name in an aggregation of assorted mails. And then it hits me like a chill breeze on a cold winter night, my heart begins to sink , one more time, as the sun rises in pride to announce the dawn of a new day, a new world order - my insecure heart has no choice but to surrender and live by. To do some justice to waking the poor machine, I play the first playlist that grabs my attention . And almost as a lack of a choice, I hit the bath.

Of mortal fears and an eternal imagination

When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
Before high-piled books, in charactery,
Hold like rich garners the full ripen'd grain;
When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love;--then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.

-- Keats

One among my favorite sonnets of keats, the above masterpiece is a beautiful expression of the gravest fear of man - death.More than the apprehension of the inevitable, it conceives his deep angst at being incapacitated of relinquishing his inordinate desires.The opening lines, or in poetic parlance, the octave, is a metaphorical illustration of his fears of leaving his literary works unfulfilled . Keats, always impressive at romanticising thoughts, sublimely bemoans the potential loss of lady-love . Words, albeit sublime, convey profound feelings of separation and longing for the woman he loved (and lost) - 'the fair creature of an hour'.The last few lines would definitely touch a chord in any poetry lover's heart.It perfectly encompasses the obscurity of wordly love and fame in the larger scheme of reality! This poem was penned down when keats was 23. And almost like a biblical appreciation, keats ceased to be when he was 25 .

Reality hurts

NH-7.The milestone said as I watched the sky converge seamlessly into the misty hills flowing along the sidelines. The rain clouds gathered up ahead, seemingly burdened by their present lives, awaiting a long-sought transmigration. The first drops of rain made a safe-landing on my cheek. Tiny driblets dutifully guided by the monsoon breeze, blowing right across the wide window(less?)-spaces typical of the TNRDC buses, as if it were a prerogative. It was one of those 'Master-card' moments when imagination takes over the reins. An unwitting click on the Ipod and the music from the Koss headphones starts flooding my senses. Invariably, yet again, I begin to spawn my wonderland, in detail, with that special someone.
Saanson Ko Saanson Mein Dalne Do Zara
Bahon Mein Humko Pighalne Do Zara
Lamho Ki Guzarish Hai Yeh Paas Aa Jaaye
Hum… Hum Tum...Tumm...OUCHHH freaking **** of a bus-driver!!! An almost bloody nose, a ruined dream-sequence and a dented perspective (my new glasses :(..) - all these for the sake of maintaining a low mortality-rate of dogs on highways? Reality hurts, indeed!

Of fate, destiny and Carrot-halva


Often find it quite irking, or even blasphemous, when people take to endorsing fatalism, as an easy reprieve, to help themselves from being consumed by the spoils of their misgivings - despair, guilt and as a natural consequence, self-contempt. Destiny, more often than not, occurs to us as an afterthought - an excuse to disassociate our misled judgment from the wrong choices we crafted and the fatuous hopes we inadvertently harbored. And in the few occasions that we engage ourselves to swear by destiny before our actions, we unassumingly find ourselves only in submission to a bout of inconsequence at forging our dreams or, in most cases, mundane pragmatism.
Is fate the draconian entity that governs the course of our lives without any reference to our free will or is it merely a fabrication contrived by the imaginations of people unable to delineate the co-ordinates of their lives? Could it be the irresistible aroma of carrot-halva in the kitchen that has made me cut a long blog short or is it yet another vicious plot of destiny to have wrought on me such a fragile abstinence? I shudder to think :)!