Iqbal is one of the best fuckin movies I’ve seen this year. So what if it was originally made last year. ’nuff said!
Off the record: Suchos is the the best damn flirt I’ve ever known. She just pulled a Joey on me. ’nuff said!
Adios!!
P.S. –> Porcupine Tree is one heck of a band I’ve begun to fall in love with. Don’t forget to check out the nerve-racking stuff in Even Less Slave Called Shiver. ’nuff said!
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QOTD: If life gives me lemons, I’ll squirt them back at life’s eyes. — Noel, a 14-yr-old blogger.
My puter is fuckin dying. Gotta get a new one. Anyway I gotta get this book called The Shia Revival. Saw this hot dude reading it on a jam-packed bus last month. I hope I can manage a paperback. The hot dude was reading a hardbound one. Something about the Shias and the Sunnis are very interesting. I dunno why they keep on fighting. One of my ex-colleagues and former sutta partners was a Shia. She looked like she’s from West Asia or something. But actually she was from Lucknow. My other former colleague turned best friend is a Sunni. He reads Namaz once a day, but I guess he does it outta habbit. He’s a metalhead by default and is currently headbanging somewhere in Dubai.
Anyway, Pam Constable’s book, whatever it was called, was really interesting. I dunno where I’d left it half way through. You gotta like Pam. She writes awesome stuff. You might have seen her on CNN too. She is a correspondent with the Post. Oh yeah, the book’s called Fragments of Grace. You should read it. And once you are done, lend it over to me.
People keep asking me what kinda books I read. I’m never sure. But I guess I like these kinda stuff. Or memoirs. I dunno. I guess if I like the style of writing I can read on, or I dump a book. But I really haven’t read anything for so many months. I feel like I’m getting kinda dumb. I dunno how can my other best friend Gox keep on reading James Joyce. I think Joyce was fuckin… I dunno, I just didn’t like his writing when I tried. But then I really like these Irish writers like Rhody Doyle and Franc McCourt, if I can call McCourt Irish.
But I guess I really wanted to read Alexandra Fuller’s Don’t Let’s Go to The Dogs Tonight, tonight. That’s again a memoir. I remember falling in love with her writing the instant I read the first sentence in that book. That was 2003 when I was a member of the Kolkata BCL. Now, I often go and look for it, but people have never even heard of it.
Please give me a second grace.
Please give me a second face.
I’ve fallen far down, the first time around,
Now I just sit on the ground in your way.
Am I, Zen and Tubai Dada the only ones who love Nick Drake? I’m not much of a singer, except for I’m pretty good at imitating David and Roger sometimes. But I wish I can bring this hopelessness into my voice like Nick’s. This song just makes me insane. It’s so bloody good! Why do good songwriters always have to die early?
Please tell me your second name.
Please play me your second game.
I’ve fallen so far for the people you are,
I just need your star for a day.
I really wish either Mushi or Gox was over here. Cuz I’m so piss-ass bored right now and need some nerve-stimulating conversation. In another one-and-a-half years from now I’ll be 27 as well. But I guess I’d still be pretty much alive even after that. Wish I was good enough to die at 27. That’s certainly a magic number or somethin, wouldn’t ya agree? Not that Nick died at that age, but that bugger Kurt did. Lucky bastard!! No offense to Kurt and his millions of fans. Even I like his songs; I wonder why tho. I wish I liked happy music, but all I find myself listening to are all these fuckin depressing stuff. Maybe I’m just addicted to it. Anyway I guess people liked Kurt so much cuz he wrote simple stuff.
Rape me
Rape me my friend,
Rape me,
Rape me again.I’m not the only one
I’m not the only one
I’m not the only one
I’m not the only one
That isn’t even verbose, and still is able to get the message across. Adios!!
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Do you have the time to listen to me whine
About NOTHING and everything all at once
I am one of those
Melodramatic fools
Neurotic to the bone
No doubt about it
Sometimes I give myself the CREEPS
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I’m CRACKING UP
Am I just PARANOID?
Am I just STONED?
Good lord! I still love that song. Even after more than a decade since I first heard it. I guess I saw the video, and it was an awesome video. And well… I guess I probably was cursed or somethin cuz the most attractive part of the song for me then was the intro power chords (aye, still is… but hush hush!! I hear they kick you outta the grownups’ club if you are found praising stuff like the Basket Case and power chords). But you know, I wish I had one of those cheap Ibanez thingys. I woulda been playing the same riffs all day long till my folks threw me out. And yes, of course, Billy Joe is a fuckin rocker.
Hey, it isn’t too late, is it? OK so, who’s gonna buy me a cheap Ibanez, which I can use to play these power chord riffs all day? Hey, at least I didn’t say I’ll shred — I dunno how to, so moi neighbors can chill. But then, shredding is real cool too… it just drives me insane (which is not really bad, unless I’m really pissed or somethin). Anyway, the point is… I’ve always been a fuckin awful guitarist — that is if I can call myself one — even when three of us had a band for two whole months. And as much as I wanted to be able to play the bass back then, I never woulda been able to anyway cuz I’ve always been a slack. So, the next best thing is to go get one of those cheap Ibanez thingys, bang those power chords and end up impressing the hell outta the weirdos. Neat idea, eh?
Anyway, in things not so related to the above: I haven’t seen any of my net pals, apart from Jo-not-so-fine, for over a month. Wakey wakey Robin, Gox, Zen, Sandy, Pompy, Vicks, et. all. And my best fuckin mate Mushi seems to have disappeared as well. And the thing is he’s gonna show up in a couple of months and bad mouth me over no big deal. Yeah, well, unlike others, I have two best mates for Mushi and Gox, and both of em bad mouth me when the fault is actually at their end. Assholes!
In other news: Bal has moved to Mumbai. Debs is probably gonna get married in a year and Suhos may follow suit soon afterwords. So, my whole fuckin group from school is all set to be nuked. Pretty impressive, eh? And look at this Jet band thingy singin Move On. Morons!! But it’s so 60s sounding. I love it. 
It goes like…
‘Cause every once in a while
You think about if your gonna get yourself together
You should be happy just to be alive
And just because you just don’t feel like comin’ home
Don’t mean that you’ll never arriveYeah I’m gonna have to move on
Before we meet again
Yeah it’s hard
If you had have only seen
Take control
Don’t be afraid of me
Adios!!
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