India ..

well .. what can I say ?
I've been meaning to write a blog post about India for a looong loooooong time.
Everytime I hear that song, 'Yeh Jo Desh Hai Mera' , I tend to get all patriotic and all and make a mental note to write a post on my extremely patriotic sentiments.

Having lived in the Gulf for about ten years and having travelled a fair bit, I reckon I can be a fair judge.
And let me tell you, I love India. Everything about it. The smells , the people, the tradition , the culture. It over whelms me .. Honestly.

But the most beautiful thing about this country are the colours. So vivid . So vibrant.

No words can do justice to this post because I can't find the right words to capture the essence of my thoughts.

This is also an excuse for mental inertia at the moment.. ha.

good night and god bless. (this country and all of you reading this :) )

Kermit the Frog of Sesame Street News ...

Everyone must read the last comment on the previous blog post.
Here it is for those of you who didn't read it...

Cool sister u have. I saw its the damned big books in small childrens hands like fountainhead.What a Dumb name anyways burn the damn books and burn all the principles. Lets all be illitrate fools and dance around burning masses of big books. Big books give stupid people power to come up with boring and irritating blogs with lots of fancy words which no one can really understand. Lets all be foolish like Homer.J.Simpson a pioneer in the field and if u the green peace ppl want they can recycle the big book papers and make it toilet papers. While u are at it burn the british leaving Ozzy. You have just been froggified..

haha !
This has got to be one of the funniest things I've ever read for a comment.
One angry angry person..

Such beautiful words have hitherto not been spoken

Ayn Rynd is creating havoc in my family. My sixteen year old sister just finished 'Fountainhead' and has embarked upon 'Atlas Shrugged' .

So a couple of days back, Little Pinjit got pulled up in Physics class for not taking notes.
'How can I listen to what you're saying when I'm writing' - was the reply. (In all arrogance , might I add..), which took her all the way to the principal's office.

My mother .. poor poor woman. Tried to make Little Pinjit understand that sometimes one just has to pretend to write and or pretend to listen and have an expression of 'how-could-you-be-intelligent-sir' amazement on one's face no matter what turd the teacher might be talking.

'Thats how the education system works here , kanna . Its been like this forever. You cant do anything about it'.
Poor poor mom.

This greatly vexed my sister who started waving her arms about and screaming - I WILL change the system . That is the problem... no one wants to stand up and change the system. I will NOT write notes in his class. I go there to get an education , not kiss some teacher's arse.... yada yada... ' .

Now through all this , dear mother looks at Pinjit with an expression of deep worry and then she turns to me and says, Its that Ayn Rynd. She's reading too much of that. All that individualism and all.... Turns to my sister - I want you to stop reading that nonsense Pooja.

All this , ladies and gentlemen, was the highlight of my week .. My sisters ego was being attributed to some eccentric Amercian woman which wounded it furthur and she would talk to neither of us that whole day. She's still reading Atlas Shrugged though.

The PSA party was a success. Thank you all. It was wonderful. I dont think I've laughed that much in a long time.

Cheap chinese food , lots of coke and chocolte chip ice cream. Well what can I say. That and 7 highly hyper women from the same college. Full full fun only. Thanks for coming you guys.

I've just started reading 'From the Holy Mountain' by William Dalrymple.
I cant seem to get enough of the Beatles or Oasis. I think its all part of the I'm-so-pseudo-british-i-say-arse-and-not-ass phase.

This is me sighning out.

Sing a song of six pence.

No. I am not going to.
I for one , dont even know what six pence equates to in money that I can use. No Matter.

So I did this thing online which tells you what you were in your last birth , and I was a minstrel BOY , mind you, even though they asked for my gender. No matter.
I guess reincarnation transccends all barriers, including gender issues.

Methinks , maybe.
Which brings us to the topic for this mornings blog post.

ahem ..... Music in my life.

So Im going to list out these songs that have a profound influence on my life...
(oh what style... profundity is the new thing for me to do. )

Songs in no particular order. Just .

1, Hey Jude - Beatles - Reminds me of growing up . My mum is a biiiig John Lennon fan.

2, Black - Pearl Jam - Always playing wherever Vipul Ganatra. And if it isnt , he's singing it.. I dont think Eddie Vedder has the most amazing voice on the planet , although he seems to think so .. At least something to that effect. So its like his song.

3, Song Bird - Oasis - Always makes me smile .. ALWAYS. whatever I'm doing .. Reminds me of open fields and butterflies. Slight drizzle. Smallish body of water in the vicinity.

4, Girl in the Dirty shirt - Oasis - Very nice. The song is an order. Favourite line - 'Give me just a smile and wont you make it snappy.. get our shit together , girl. ' Thank you Mr. Gallagher . I couldn't have put it better myself.

5, Fucker Gone Nuts - Benni Bennasi - Song that was playing when I regurgitated in my boss' car. End thought.

6, Clarity - John Mayer - Beautiful. Always reminds me of Kodai. Lots of mist, green, cold and rain . I looove that place.

7, Champagne Supernova - Oasis - well. what can I say. First Oasis song I ever heard and I fell in love with them immediately. Also the first song I asked Ganatra to play on the first day of work.

8, The Game of love - Santana feat. Michelle Branche - So nice it is, that song. So true also.

9, Psycotrip - Buddha Bar - Buddha Trance - Another one of those sitting on misty Kodai Hill songs. Very peaceful.

Enough.

PLease watch this space for a list of D's favourites.
Have a good one.