Preview: A Schizoid Dreamz
A Schizoid Dreamz
And what prize does naiveté get?
A newspaper office usually means the journalists get a lot of letters and emails from readers, which can be either adulatory or downright derogatory too. But once in a while, you have naïve, honest readers writing in, who can just brighten a bad day, with their unintentional humour.
Last week, the features team in our paper had a good laugh too. I take care of a couple of columns in the tabloid Bengaluru Chronicle and one of these columns, ‘ISITE’ had this snail mail from a lady, sent by courier. I like opening mails, be it electronic or snail, for this column as they come out with great surprises.
When I tore open the envelope, I was quite baffled to see a cut out of one of the previous columns. My initial reaction was, “Oh God! Did I make any error that a reader has marked it out and sent it to me.” But later, as I peered into the paper cutting, I see that it was this picture sent by one of readers in Nanjangud, where there was one small infant amidst many toys. A really cute picture that it made, I gave it a caption that read Spot the real one?
What was I to infer that some innocent readers would actually take time off their busy day to circle the real baby and send it to us? Needless to say, the entire team shared a light moment where we lauded the effort of our reader, and even said, “Maybe, we should send her the Rs 300 that is kept for the photograph contributors. After all, she has spend some money, time and effort in couriering this photograph to us.”
Well, these moments are priceless, and the reactions precious, I really hope we get many more such, which can make mundane Mondays fun and cheerful. Keep the letters coming readers, we read all of them and savour them for every bit of their worth!
Golden moments, priceless memories
One of the biggest boons in a nation as big as India is that every state has many stories to tell. And it is based on the same concept that the Department of Tourism, Karnataka, started their own Palace on Wheels, the Golden Chariot. Ruins, greenery, heritage sites and forgotten tales, these are just some of the things that lure one to embark on this special train that pampers one beyond imagination.The Golden Chariot is a dream train, with interiors based on the Mysore and Hampi style architecture. The rooms are simple yet luxurious, leaving no room for complaints. And the two separate kitchens for vegetarian and non-vegetarian food is quite a thoughtful concept. And for those that want to just stay back and rejoice the luxury in the train, a spa, DVD parlour and Internet facilities. But the itinerary sounds so vast and exhaustive that not many will opt out of it. The first day starts off with an optional Bengaluru trip. A scrumptious fare at Jamavar, Leela Palace, followed by a trip around Bengaluru, catching a glimpse of Tipu's Summer Palace, the Bull Temple and the Lalbagh Botanical Gardens. The day ends with all the guests boarding the train from the special platform on Yeshwanthapur Railway Station. This is where the journey begins, as the first glimpse of the train leaves everyone no less than awestruck. Following a welcome drink, the real journey begins. The second day is a trip to Kabini forest. A boat ride, a wildlife documentary and a jungle safari, with chances of seeing leopards, gaurs, deer and tigers, if lucky – these are the things one does, and leaving the bumpy ride on the jeep through the safari, this makes quite a nice day. Day three starts off early, with a trip to Srirangapattanam, which hosts Tipu Sultan's fort, Daria Daulat. Following this, it's more royalty in store, with a tour of the world famous Mysore Palace. The best part of the day is the fact that some rooms locked for the usual visitors, like the ammunition room or the room housing the stuffed animals which were killed by the Maharajas are open to the Golden Chariot visitor. And the day is rounded off with a beautiful set of performances ranging from Bharatanatyam to Dollu Kunita in Mysore.If day three is characterized by fort and palace visits, the next day is filled with temple visits. The beautifully sculpted Belur and Halebid temples make the first half of this day, where guides enlighten the tourists (mostly NRIs and foreign nationals) about Indian myths like Ramayan and Mahabharat. The afternoon is spent trekking up to see the giant monolith of Lord Gomateshwara at Shravanabelagola.Day five is a fun-filled day, with trekking through the ruins of the Vijayanagar Empire at Hampi. Visiting temples, forts and other significant landmarks coupled up with trinket shopping at the Hampi Bazaar, where the nomads (lambanis) sell their exotic ware that include clothing, jewellery and accessories. My favourite day of the trip has to be the pen-ultimate day, which is visiting the temples at Badami, Aihole and Pattadakallu. These 4th to 7th century temple architecture is probably some of the best you will find in the world. The pleasant orange coloured rocks that go into these rocks make these temples a wondrous sight. And the rock temples at Badami can well take an entire day, as you can trek into the dozens of cave temples across the hills.From Badami, the final lap of the journey, to Goa, is the most picturesque one. The best sight through this leg is going past the Dudhsagar Falls, just at the border of Goa and Karnataka, where the water fall cascades even over the railway track. In Goa, you get to visit a typical Portuguese home in Panjim, where cocktails made from fenny and the warm Goan pleasantries make you feel at home, and yes, I even wondered settling down in that same house. A little fenny, some cashewnuts and bottle or two of port wine and tons of memories, this is how this memorable trip ends.[...]
Well, it is the biggest festival time for Vaishnavites right now... With the Brahmotsavam happening at Tirupati. To certain extent, this could be like the Woodstock of these people. While I was watching the live telecast of the pujas on television, I just couldn't help notice how similar these big celebrations are to the biggest rock gigs. This was a discussion I was having with mum, as we sat together watching this while eating breakfast.
To begin with, both of these are rock shows. While at a concert, the auditory senses get to a heightened high, with visuals to match it, while in these Godly events, the visual senses are the main 'high'light and you have prayers, bells and chants to back it.
Secondly, at both these events, you have people who attain a certain high thanks to what they see/hear. This leads them to jump, dance and let loose as they achieve a sense of being unparalleled. If you don't believe so, try and see a repeat telecast of the Brahmotsavam and you will see a 60 year old priest jump and bang his head, with his long hair untied, just like Slash or James Hetfield at a concert.
Analogies are many more, the drum beats used in these big functions, are 8-beat and sometimes 16-beat, good enough to back up vocals of even System of a Down or even Cannibal Corpse.
Reading too much into too little? Well, maybe yes... But rock reminds me, anyone knows where to get tickets for the Def Lep gig?
At the same time
I wonder why life can thus be
Where in between I forget 'me'
Have I moved on?
Am I stuck in a cycle?
I understand not,
Nor do I want to ask
I just look back
And carry on...
A few emotions lighter,
But definitely a heart heavier
Feel good cinema: get real!
Director: Paul Greengrass
Cast: Lewis Alsamari, Christian Clemenson, Trish Gates
If Crash was the one movie that celebrated the triumph of the human spirit in every person, be it good or bad, last year, Paul Greengrass does the opposite and with conviction in his United 93. This is the first Hollywood film to dwell upon the 9/11 blasts releasing just ahead of Oliver Stone’s World Trade Center.
Why Greengrass excels is because nor has he chosen the high profile case of the WTC crash, nor does he have a set of high profile actors. The story of United Airlines Flight 93, which crashed in a Pennsylvania field, is told five years after the incident based on facts from the 9/11 Commission Report.
The ensemble cast does a good job playing their characters to the t. The story begins with the four terrorists’ incantations to Allah and ends with one of them again praying to Allah before they crash land. In between lies the crux of the story, where it takes us into air-traffic control centers in New York, Boston and Cleveland, and into the confused hullabaloo of the Northeast Air Defense, as military commanders struggle with late information. We see in almost real time the sluggish communications and impeccable inefficacy of a system that failed to prevent one of the biggest tragedies. The film ends with the text messages remind the already-disturbed audience of what happened that day.
The film in itself is very symbolic of the action it wishes to convey. The script has very few dialogues initially, but as the difference hijackings and crashes take place, it gains momentum and the dialogues increase. The climax is a brilliant mix of sound effects as well as verbal diarhhoea. This is one must-keep screenplay for any young writer. What could have been avoided? The excessive stress on the Islamic incantations by the terrorists, which gets dramatically over-played at places. The violence: which at times gets a little disturbing.
Used to survive the daylight
As we strive
To get past the crowd
In the hope of being camouflaged
By the shadow that accompanies us
Signifying the night – the darkness;
The path from which we’ve arrived.
Passing through the eternal stream
With the clicking mortal minutes
Providing the ironic reality
The day seems close to an end
The stream still looks long...
With nothing to offer
Nothing to do
But just carry on
In this vicious circle of nothingness.
jaded i stood
faded in the darkness
waded then did i
serenaded by emotions
traded with an antidepressant
.... and then i saw light
so i'm back to blaaging after a while! eh call it laziness, call it snobbery, call it whatever... basically... a computer available at ease, makes blogging all the more in peace :D!
so mumbai was a blast... the usual happened... party sharty... meeting junta... drinking like alcohol is going outta fashion, bhaang doses and what not! mumbai definitely was fun while it lasted! and what more... got three leads as well in the paper... and did crime stories lol! ewww hate those government hospitals and police chowkis... never am i ever EVER! going to do some crime again! NEVER! but heh! twas a fun experience alright... bleh... who cares though... i prefer the pseud-lives better :) a la bhandarkar's page 3! oh yeah! for seeing my articles... www.mid-day.com
and searching for 'sunayana suresh' helps :)
okay now i am back in bang-bang-bang-bang-bangalore and louving it toe-tully!
work front is fun... catchin up with pals, on reads and the works... nothin could get better :)
anyway... again for some vague reason... its that time of blogging when i start pasting lyrics... dont ask why! i just want to... one o' me fave songs... the lyrics... even better! oh yea the song is sheryl crow's 'my favourite mistake' :)
so here it goes...
I woke up and called this morning
The tone of your voice was a warning
That you don't care for me anymore
I made up the bed we sleep in
I looked at the clock when you creep in
It's six AM and I'm alone
Did you know when you go it's the perfect ending
To the bad day I was just beginning
When you go all I know is you're my favorite mistake
Your friends act sorry for me
They watch you pretend to adore me
But I'm no fool to this game
Now here comes your secret loverS
he'll be unlike any other
Until your guilt goes up in flames.
Did you know when you go it's the perfect ending
To the bad day I'd gotten used to spending
When you go all I know is you're my favorite mistake
You're my favorite mistake
Well maybe nothing lasts forever
Even when you stay together
I don't need forever after, but it's your laughter won't let me go
So I'm holding on this way
Did you know could you tell you were the only one
That I ever loved?
Now everything's so wrong
Did you see me walking by, did it ever make you cry?
Now you're my favorite mistake
Yeah you're my favorite mistake
You're my favorite mistake
strangers ... not at all...
A new place, new people, new city, everything new... and what's more phust budday away from home ever! Well that and my 'i'm growin old' sulkin' had me wondering how this day'd be...
Well... the fact that I'm smiling and typin this, is an indication of what its been alright...
12 pm sharp well not exactly, but a few mins later... the whole setta junta from Bangalore... I mean my colleagues from Mid Day... junta I know just a few days from surprised me with cake, singing and the likes... me made a rather tactless and bland budday speech, but hey! was a looottta fun! :) took pix and all...
Then around 12:45 old man Salil, who shares his budday with me and is 10 yrs older than me, called me to Kala Ghoda, which is 15 mins away from where I lives... I is thrilled... Get there with Kavya, who very mummy-like says I'll join you mainly cuz its this late... hehe :) had a fun time... stayed for 45 mins... junta sang and all here again...
Then phone calls et al ... needless to mention...
Just now back after a 1 hr table session with me future boss.
And the day is just half over...
Here's a happy start to a year ...
and yes... waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! I'm gettin older :'(
live from mumbai
10 days already! Mumbai, new job and new place all seem to be fun...
Much unlike the previous one, this place is soooo different! And damn! I sure do miss Wipro... ! How much I louved the place, I only find out now... The organized corporate envionment versus the you're your own master kinda set up here. Damn, I only realize what a corporate sucker I've become! Unbelievable, the way life can change... I mean, I just don't understand how I took so much time to adjust to a routine like this! (hehe!)
Annnyways I aint cribbing... Exciting the new life promises to be... And (hehe!) little did I expect I could fit in so well into business journalism ... well aint settled yet... but sure shall get there :)
Ah, the blog shall be cut short as woik beckons... More on Mumbai madness... hopefully sooner than later!
PS - All you worried junta smsing / calling me... I wont, I repeat, WONT, eat chicken and eggs ;)
to one of the best persons!
Here's remembering those good ol days!
Anu, you're here forever with us :)
A person who was so artistic, knowledgeable, talented, brilliant, intelligent and yet the most funnest sweetest humorous person! Here's to a wonderful human being! And to all those good memories we've had! :)
If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for love's sake only. Do not say
I love her for her smile--her look--her way
Of speaking gently,--for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of ease on such a day--
For these things in themselves, Belovèd, may
Be changed, or change for thee,--and love, so wrought,
May be unwrought so. Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheek dry,--
A creature might forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!
But love me for love's sake, that evermore
Thou may'st love on, through love's eternity.
Well what do I say about this poem but way to go woman...
Elizabeth Barret Browning, well she is just a woman much ahead of her times as cliche as it sounds...
She is the woman who dared to venture into the patriarchal area of the Elizabethan/Petrarchan sonnets and did put inher terms of being loved and did she put them well! She is truly an epitome of the eloquent woman...
This woman has said it and has said it in such a way that lyric writers even today talk about loving women in these terms...
Oh just goin' thru old texts of my literature syllabus when i saw my presentation on this poem... hence the blog :)
PS: this is my 100th post! Ironically, the first one was about death and this about love!
To good memories...
A Professor of mine, in my first day of college, in my sociology class, told us, ‘The only constant thing in life is change.’ Ironies apart, this probably is the simplest truth we’d find in life. Change, inevitable and unavoidable, is something we grow up learning to accept and get accustomed to!
Life brings me at one such fork, where I need to explore one such path unexplored. With fond memories, a smile in my heart and, most importantly, a truckload of friends (literally!), I will be moving on for a tryst with the more primitive media form, i.e. print, and will be bidding adieu (cliché!) to Wipro...
A year and a half almost and the mean corporate world has been a real good pal to me! Had some of the most cherishable memories and made some of the best pals! I've definitely learnt to see things differently, much like how a kindergarten treats an toddler! I've had junta holding me by the hand and guiding me thru-out! Sigh! It sure is going to be a drastic change, not having these people around, not travelling on those treacherous paths of Sarjapur Road, the long waits near BTM water tank and Silk Board courtesy Bangalore's traffic... And most importantly that homely office in that godforsaken village Doddakanelli!
Well... as the cliche goes... life has to move on and me as well...
Here's a toast to all those good memories! :)
And I aint Talkin' bout Dickens!
Uriah Heep's by-the-books progressive heavy metal made the British band one of the most popular hard rock groups of the early '70s. Formed by vocalist David Byron and guitarist Mick Box in the late '60s, the group went through an astonishing number of members over the next two decades — nearly 30 different musicians passed through the band over the years. Byron and Box were members of the mid-'60s rock band called The Stalkers; once that band broke up, the duo formed another group called Spice. Spice would eventually turn into Uriah Heep in the late '60s, once Ken Hensley (guitar, keyboards, vocals) and bassist Paul Newton joined the pair. Former Spice drummer Alex Napier was the band's drummer for a brief time; he was quickly replaced by Nigel Olsson.
Uriah Heep released their debut album Very 'eavy, Very 'umble (called Uriah Heep in the U.S.) in 1970. After its release, Keith Baker became the group's drummer; he recorded Salisbury, the group's second album, before deciding he couldn't keep up with the band's extensive touring and was replaced by Ian Clarke. Featuring a 16-minute title track recorded with a 26-piece orchestra, Salisbury showcased the band's more progressive tendencies. Later that year, Ian Clarke was replaced by Lee Kerslake and Mark Clarke replaced Newton; Mark Clarke quickly left the band and Gary Thain became the group's bassist. This lineup of Uriah Heep was its most stable and popular; beginning with 1972's Demons and Wizards, they released five albums between 1972 and 1975.
After 1975, the band's popularity began to slip. Byron left the band in 1977 and was replaced by John Lawton, yet the group's fortunes kept declining right into the early '80s. However, Uriah Heep soldiers on, continuing to release albums in the '90s. The album roster includes Different World (1994), Sea of Light (1995), Sonic Origami (1998) and Spellbinder (1999). Future Echoes of the Past was issued in spring 2001.
1970 Uriah Heep
1970 Very 'eavy...Very 'umble
1971 Look at Yourself
1972 Demons & Wizards
1972 Magician's Birthday [Mercury]
1973 Uriah Heep Live
1973 Sweet Freedom [Roadrunner]
1975 Return to Fantasy
1976 High and Mighty
1977 Innocent Victim
1978 Fallen Angel
1983 Head First
1988 Live in Moscow World Of Hurt
1989 Raging Silence
1994 Different World
1995 Sea of Light
1996 Live January 1973
1997 King Biscuit Flower Hour Presents In Concert [live]
1998 Sonic Origami
2001 Future Echoes of the Past
2001 High and Mighty [Bonus Tracks]
2001 Wonderworld [Bonus Tracks]
2001 Return to Fantasy [Bonus Tracks]
2001 Electrically Driven
2001 Innocent Victim [UK Bonus Tracks]
2001 Firefly [UK Bonus Tracks]
2001 Live in Europe 1979 [UK Bonus Tracks]
2001 Abominog [UK Bonus Tracks]
2001 Fallen Angel [UK Bonus Tracks]
2001 Live in Moscow [UK Bonus Tracks]
Live in Europe 1979
Sweet Freedom [Castle]
Magician's Birthday [Castle]
Live at Shepperton 74
A faint little cry
A small droplet of tear
Hiding behind a mask
Looking at the future
With innocent fear
Noone to help
Nowhere to go
No place to hide
Nothing absolutely nothing
A frown on the face
A curve upside down
A frown that doesn't just go
A whimper from within
And tear drops falling out and in
Is this any life
Is this any death
Is this for real
Is this surreal
Is this just her
Lost is the keyword
Lost in the crowd
Lost behind face
Lost within oneself
Lost all that was once possessed
Where does she look
Will someone tell her?
... to a new year!
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
Well with this quote from one of my eternal faves TRAINSPOTTING I choose to begin my posts this year!
Well why you ask... eh... like the quote says... Who needs reasons ;)
Errr did I tell too much? LOL
blog closed for this year...
till then wishing you all the best and more for the year ahead!
see you next year... hopefully :)
after bleep bleep bleep songs
well yeah... suddenly my blog after this might have to have PG 21 rating ;)well yeah coming to the original point... had this convo with a pal on after the bleep bleep bleep feelings and songs that could probably work towards enhancing those happy moments... okay for the ignoranuses i mean the *** word ;)....here is a list- I've got the power (a la bruce almighty ishtyle)- Wish you were here - (dont kill me) My dil goes hmmm (from the hindi flick Salaam Namaste)- Coming back to life - Unchained melody - Come away with me - I want to hold your hand :):):)
New Years...Over Hyped!
okay too much posted
hitmisshit hit and runmiss
hit strike!home run...!!!
you dont get it? eh... don't bother :) i got it and that's all that matters
Walking down memory lane … literally!
Intimidating and scary, yet inviting and enticing, this small semi-circle stretch of tarred road hold a special place in the hearts of most girls of Bangalore, while it brings an excited cheer in the hearts among the Bangalore boys. The Mount Carmel College drive way is definitely a historic place amidst any college go-er in Bangalore. Spanning not more than a few hundred meters, this drive way is symbolic of all that you’d find in Mount Carmel College. Split into two halves, the drive way has the front drive and the back drive. Both these halves present diametrically opposite pictures of the college. While the front drive holds view the studious crammers, busy completing record books and discussing math formulae, with girls from the science stream, the back drive is a picture apart! This has girls with a completely laid back attitude, without caring a wee bit of the people around them; you’ve the girls of the arts and commerce streams discussing everything possible under the sun. This more boisterous bunch on the back drive is that which drives every Bangalore boy crazy and intimidated, for when a member of the opposite sex enters the college, you hear some vehement ‘Adam teasing’. Classrooms apart, the Carmelite spends most time of her college days here, making this stretch pretty nostalgic when one talks about this to any alumnus from the college. A distinct attraction apart from the obvious beauties on this drive way is the dogs you find, being pampered by the students. These dogs in turn act all chivalrous and frighten the daylights of any male visitor in the campus. (This’d definitely make everyone rethink on calling the dog a man’s best friend.) Nostalgia, fun, zestfulness, excitement, last minute-cramming and more, this drive way truly symbolizes all that makes a college![...]
Wacky! Found this in an orkt community!
"Inside every man...
resides a wicked plan!
behind that congenial smile...
lies a mind very vile!
Every girl,her age's worth!
Is warned of the subtle evil-the men of the earth!
Search every inch of the world,scale the cosmos...
For every man you find, you find as many of them, these despos!"
WARNING: I did not write this poem ... but yep, louve it no doubt! Which woman wouldn't ;)