Electric Ganesha Land

And just in case if you people are wondering what in hell did i write in my last post....well here's a chance to do something you could do to provide some extent of intellectual satisfaction to yourselves while sitting around in office/classroom/lab/home instead of drowning in guilt over the unimportant stuff in life....try guessing what the last post was all about....

And in the meanwhile....

Guitar Prasanna....rings a bell....no....curse yourself and click here http://www.guitarprasanna.com/EGL/Samples/Bowling.ram

The direct personification of Sri Jimi....well that could be an understatement....a revitalization of soul stirring notes....soaring higher than any living being ever soared....a blending of typical triplicane down-to-earthness (Man I'm making up new lingos on-the-fly....i guess yankeeland is taking a toll on me) mixed with the technical accomplishment of a seasoned pro....his journey to Electric Ganesha Land (His latest album) has been one rigmarole....typical of someone with uncappable(here's one more of the make-ups....forgive me for that :) ) talent....never bogged down....never losing focus from the bird's eye - like the mythological arjuna.....believe in coincidences - well don't bother to quantify why he's from where he is from.....i wouldn't want to generalize.....he's just out of the world.

Coming back to earthly matters - ambi just did what I didn't have the spheres to do.....described in gruesome detail of her pathetic state....it might look to the untrained eye as another piece of exaggeration....I don't want to assert anything here but all I would say is, you would be in a wee-bit on the wrong side of things if you think likewise.....things are bad....it's just that some lesser mortals choose to stay blind about it and comfort ourselves that people are leading shittier lives....

Listening to High Hopes - PF.....paradox - you would call....positiveness - I would like to believe

Only in America

Imagine this to happen in your own small space, yes small space is key here because an extrapolation here would be unimaginable - rather unbearable.

Sitting in a bus, plugged into your own personal music franticism (Don't bother with the dictionary, I made it up...bad vocabulary...inferiority complex...whatever u may call it) wondering what your own little world is heading to. Your favorite song ends on a happy note and then there's static flowing through those headphones. Sad, very sad that its not a noise-canceling bose that you're wearing; the screeching accent, the shrill laughter and blitzkrieg speed of bosh runs wild and free all around you, yeah you were wondering for a while why the realization seems so painful....one bit at a time baby(like the SHA-512 algorithm)...

Two human beings each sitting on either side of your better halves(Don't bother for alternatives....human beings is the closest you can get in an attempt to compare) rattling away to glory....a grin...a squeak...a fluttery barrage of butterfly language....and ofcourse how can one forget this terrible understatement - body language (they could write a whole dialect with just those actions - ASL should be keeping a watch - they might just run out of business)....and there's this fellow comrade sitting right across you giving that helpless look (Look around man, we're just outnumbered - terribly).

His facial reactions give a hint of reassurance (I'm in the same shit-hole buddy)....was it!! or am I imagining already....and there's this long Heartland express blinding-shining container that whizzes past and I catch a sorry glimpse of my lineaments....no prizes for guessing....am looking as helpless as my countryman sitting right across inside the safety of the bus....The irony (don't ask me why...lets assume it's being used just because that damn figure of speech was invented) was that I see a sticker pasted across the window that says "Safe Place Call 1-800-232-5980" and I was seriously contemplating about it. What if this goes on and we end up in cutting fish and chicken that were to be served raw to someone who was willing to dollar the restauranteur just because raw food was hep and what mattered more while he was eating wasn't his taste buds but what he could reason out to his colleagues and subordinates an hour later - why his fart smelled funny.

And now to the part which everyone loves...."the blame game"....will be continued in my next instalment...

What the hel i'l probably refarin from using any double L's from now on....

I don't want to get sued over plagiarism....over some dumb ol' pictures
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Somethings never change

Hey long time no post.... so here it goes.

I visited 18 school road...which is to say SBOA school and jr college ...a week ago...it looked strange.....almost alien....lotsa buildings......there is even a building around the basketball court....(imagine!)

The staff rooms resemble office spaces with proper cubicles and all that...the class rooms are the same.....the students look familiar... a group of girls giggling near the model school building (near the boys tiolet) ..... a couple of boys putting on their football boots before practise....

I was shokced to see the same grand old basketball coach teaching small kutti girls to overcome their mindset about the tall daunting basketball post....

Srinivasalu (pardon spell) .....with his customary frown ...shook his head and said "do some excersie daily" ...when I told I did not have much time, he said "Dont give excuses"....Somethings never change...

I met John Gerand.... and got a reco from him....he was very nice....remembered all the plays I had acted in...their names even....remembered my speeches... I remember the first time I fell in love with writing ....It was in 11th class...I had written a piece ....and he had asked me to read aloud...in class along with a few others....After I had finished mine...he said " Two things make up a written work- matter and manner.... when the former is solid and the later is beautiful...the piece works...I want you all to learn it"...

I bid him and other english teachers farewell...I kind of remember the time in 12th when I was meeting him on a saturday....for some magazine related work...he fainted in front of me....they took him to hospital.....he was in intesive care for a week...a god fearing good soul..he was...he pulled through....

Yesterday my mom told me that he had another heart-attack.... the day after I met him....he is in a hospital in Madurai... its his last year of service...he has no children...his only love was the work he did...teaching students to love english.... A life worth it i guess.

Somethings never change...and some people never die.