Blog 019 - Radio Ga Ga - Part I

I'd sit alone and watch your light
My only friend through teenage nights
And everything I had to know
I heard it on my radio
Radio.

Incoherent thoughts on the FM scenario in Bangalore…

A home theater system, a DVD player, a set of CDs/DVDs, a pair of cool t-shirts, a chance to meet to a RJ, tickets to a concert and a luxurious flat in New Delhi. If this does not appeal to you then how about questions like do you care? Are you a patriot? Your one vote could make someone win a fortune...

Text/SMS your response to xyz

No I am not endorsing any products nor is my blog post trying to do so. It’s just that for past 2-3 months I have been cruising along through the Bangalore FM frequency range. And it’s weird that all the FM radio stations trying to woo the audiences have tried everything from SMS marketing, to sleek slogans to celebrities endorsing the brand name but good music.

When I tune in to the radio, I want to listen to GNR sing, Mark Knopfler play the guitar, the mesmerizing voice of Bono and to the enigmatic Floyd and not to win a DVD set or listen to a RJ propose on behalf of some Romeo in oblivion to a Juliet residing in his dreams.

Crap. It doesn’t make sense, does it?

Blog 017 - Mosaic Picture

A mosaic picture created using Fd's Flickr toys. Awesome set of tools for Flickr lovers.

Blog 013 - A Race called Life.

Somewhere, somehow,
And I don’t know when
It all began.
Was it for fun?
Or,
Was it for fame?

I saw people run,
Where and for what?
I didn’t know.
But it seemed fun!
So I put on my running shoes
And joined the race.

People crumpled
But I didn’t care.
Beautiful places passed by,
But I didn’t stop
The race continued
And I ran along.

Adrenaline is still pumping
And the race is on.
But I feel lost.
How long?
Or,
How far do I run?

Is there,
A finish line marked somewhere?
A dais set to welcome a hero?
A-Cup-of-Life.
Or,
Do I turn back?
And live life.

Blog 011 - 'C' Day

Two-and-a-half-hours,
A Sunday morning,
A few darkened ovals,
And a destiny revealed.

Like every other Sunday morning, since past 3 months I wrote a mock test yesterday too. The result was same - CATastrophe. If there is something called 'luck' I am going to need a lot of it on 19th morning.

So how will life change post 19th? Everything changes or nothing changes at all but one thing is for sure - Sunday morning's will be boring.

p.s. In India, we can sell almost any damn thing from a Celebrity wedding to a lost cricket match, from Valentines day to Gandhi Jayanti so how can 'CAT ' be spared? The hoopla and advertisement factor surrounding CAT is something absolutely exaggerated and unnecessary to say the least. A long story, I will spare it for some other day.

Blog 007 - Rock N' Roll Dreams Come Through

Remember everything that I told you
Well I’m telling you again that its true
When you’re alone and afraid
And you’re completely amazed
To find there’s nothing anybody can do
Keep on believing
And you’ll discover baby

There’s always something magic
There’s always something new
And when you really, really need it the most
That’s when rock and roll dreams come through

I heard Meat Loaf for the first time on one of the local FM radio channel and I am completely stuck to it! I have been listening and re-listening to Meat Loaf and it seems as if the lyrics are written specially for me! At times when you are amazed by the futility and feel like shutting yourself out of the world to seek some logic, some answers and they never come up..

Once upon a time was a backbeat
Once upon a time all the chords came to life
And the angels had guitars even before they had wings
If you hang on to a chorus you get through the night

Dull starless night, unanswered questions, deflated hopes and that's when music takes over and heals the soul.

Watch the video for Meat Loaf's - Rock and Roll Dreams Come Through over here - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j7-i43W4mqw

Read more about Meat Loaf over here - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meat_Loaf

Blog 005 - A Crumpled Piece of Paper

A sweet introduction to your soul,
An anchor for the purest thoughts,
A rendezvous with the tale of love,
Its presence dignified the lords and tsars
But now lays a crumpled piece of paper!

A colorful blend of poets' thoughts,
A messenger of the holy sermons,
A medium for the artists' expressions,
A beginning to a sweet little dream!
But now lays a crumpled piece of paper!

A friend of every innocent eyed child,
A tutor to the wise and blessed,
An inspiration for a life long renaissance,
Eternal like the drops of dew
But now lays a crumpled piece of paper!

How long does it take?
For the things to change,
Pain to unmask your life,
A silent death to arrive
And from life to a crumpled piece of paper!

Blog 003 - Photography @ JP Nagar Guest House

Flowers @t JP Nagar Guest House
Originally uploaded by thepluginguy.

Photo taken at Bangalore - JP Nagar Guest house - Garden.
Camera - Sony Ericsson k750i