Saturday, April 22, 2006

Sitting and staring...

...was what I did. A lot. In the last few weeks, on the windowsill of this amazingly high building I was staying in at Kandivili. Yep, I know, I know, I have already mentioned this to all and sundry, but I can't get over it. And I recently found out that it was not the 27th floor, but the 29th floor, since p1 and p2 were for parking! And the view at night is amazing, and I had my camera handy, and voila tout:


Please click here for a larger version. Please? Pretty please?

And is that a shooting star on the top right, or a scratch on the negative? I guess it's going to be an unsolved mystery... that, and the Bermuda triangle.

Camera: Canon EOS 66
Lens: Canon 28-80 mm
Film: Fuji Pro 100
Focal length: 28 mm
Aperture: f/16
Exposure: 30 sec

Saturday, April 08, 2006

I'm back! Big as life and twice as tagged.

Hell-O, PEOPLE! How have we all been?

I'm awfully sorry for the rather long absence from the scene, but travel and work had taken their toll, and I did not want to put up too many photographs - I was already doing that too often. Anyways, here we are again, and thank you all for visiting that long-dead post and asking for more. Unfortunately, though I have a few strange incidents to narrate, I have a backlog of tags to take care of. I know, I know, a poor way to make up for a long absence, but I have been tagged by these ladies, and I would not be the preux chevalier if I were to not comply. Very sorry, and I promise more stuff in the very near future.

Okkkay, then, here we go:

Tag #1: Shruti has demanded that I reveal my music taste to all and sundry, so here I am. Shrutz, I'm not really much of a music person, more of a movie person. In fact, I'll start a movies tag and circulate it around, and you definitely will be it. Ha. Anyways, the music stuff:

Total volume of music on my computer: 4.3 GB. And a lot of it has been dumped in by Shrik and Kakkar. Like I said, I'm not too much into music.

Title & Artist that I last bought: "Rang De Basanti". Three days ago. I know, I know, what was I doing all these months, eh? These things happen. You may shake your head, mutter "old man, old man", and let it go at that.

Song I am playing right now: "Maybe Tomorrow" by Stereophonics, which, incidentally, is also the song that plays during the closing credits of "Crash". Lovely song.

Five+ Songs that I like/have been hooked onto:

American Pie (Don MacLean - American Pie): I continue to be floored by the clarity of Don MacLean's voice. Every time I listen to this song, I'm transported to Goa, where, in the winter of 2001, we rode rented bikes all over the city sometime past midnight, mildly under the influence, singing - yelling, actually - the song out to the sleepy public. No, we did not get arrested. Goa, remember?

Time (Pink Floyd - Dark Side of the Moon): I was introduced to Floyd sometime in the first year of college, and have been hooked ever since. I know, the music is a little outlandish, about as spaced-out as the artists... but I love it. "Time" starts with a gazillion clocks hitting their alarm bells all at once, and I've used the effect to advantage on many a sleepy visitor at my hostel room. But seriously, this is one of the most amazing songs ever. There is a sence of urgency, despair and resignation in it that makes you sit up and pay attention, especially all of us procrastinators.

November Rain (Guns and Roses - Use your Illusion I) : I know, I know. Groans all around, I'll bet. I used to love November rain back when I was a student, and unfortunately it's not managed to survive the test of time. BUT. The guitar solo by Slash. Is. Awesome. Mr.Satan, if you're reading this, I would really like to sell my soul so I can play the guitar like him. Please?

Learning to fly (Pink Floyd - Momentary Lapse of Reason): Yep, another Floyd track. Into the distance, a ribbon of black stretched to the point of no turning back. A flight of fancy on a windswept field; standing alone, my senses reeled. Yep, mine, too. Very strong imagery, and with all the Floyd darkness thrown in.

Take it to the limit (The Eagles): I was introduced to the Eagles when I flicked their 'Best of, 1971-75' collection from my dad. That was about ten years ago, and I still haven't returned the cassette... sorry, appa. But more about my childhood antisocial behaviour later. I've loved almost all their songs, with Take it to the Limit, Take it easy, Desperado, Tequila Sunrise, Hotel C, and Life in the fast lane topping my list.

Susie Q (Creedence Clearwater Revival): Catchy. No other way to describe it. If you listen closely, they really don't have much to say in this particular song, but catchy. Very catchy.

Elevation (U2 - All that you can't leave behind): Another of those catchy numbers. And you do feel what the song promises. Elevation, without miosis or other side-effects.

The sound of silence (Simon and Garfunkel, Sounds of Silence): They had me at "hello darkness, my old friend". Hello back to you guys with knobs on.

Extreme Ways (Moby) : I came across this song when I was watching "The Bourne Identity". I'd loved the music throughout the movie - the staccato beats, and the edgy, disoriented feel throughout the movie was achieved very well. And then this song in the end credits. It was the perfect song for the movie.

Wagner's "Ride of the Valkyries": By now an overused and often-spoofed track, I guess. But I'll never forget the overwhelming feeling of watching the helicopters flying in from the sea, with this song blaring on their speakers, scaring the hell out of the villagers in "Apocalypse Now". The madness of it all hits you like a sledgehammer. Not that I've been hit with a sledgehammer, but one can imagine. On an aside, I have almost been hit by a sledgehammer, when the head of one got detached from the handle held by an over-enthusiastic labmate and described a graceful trajectory across the smithy, missing my face by inches. I was in my first year of college, and it put me off shop class for a while. That, and carpentry.

The End (The Doors, Best of): Again, one of my favourite groups. Jim Morrison. What-a-voice. Gives me goosebumps. Once again, movie association: This is the song that "Apocalypse Now" begins with, and it sets the mood perfectly for the movie. All the children are insane.

Tag #2: This one was from Vaish. Now I am to arrange for a party of sorts, exclusively for bloggers, and have to invite six bloggers to it. Now, before I could balk at the idea of anyone actually visiting my apartment and recoiling in horror at the cockroaches and the piles of clothes in the kitchen, the books in the loo, and the motorcycle components in the bedroom, I was assured that this is to be an imaginary party. Thank god. However, right now I am staying at this guest house in Bombay, which, situated on the 27th floor of a Kandivili high-rise, offers an amazing view, and you people are more than welcome to pay me a litte visit. Bring beer. And now for the list;

Vaish: Shibs (a common friend who's motto is "when in doubt, trek") introduced us via e-mail, and we hit it off right away. For some reason, she calls me "Thambi", and refused to drop it even after I gently pointed out that I was two years older than her. One must take these things in one's stride, I guess, and I finally got around to calling her "Akka". Akka writes really well, has an awesome sense of humour, and in spite of having about a gazillion friends, finds time for all of them. I have no idea how. You'll like her.

m.: Another lady I've never met, and would love to. She has very strong opinions - especially on feminism, loves poems and arguments, is very well-read, writes really lucid essays, and has an great sense of humour. And she is surprisingly mature... especially considering her age. There. That's sealed my coffin. We travelling engineers like to live dangerously.

Brewtus: An old friend of mine, actually. We haven't met for about six years now, so I shall invite him, too. He's neck-deep in research, and is one of those brainy, disciplined, serious, no-nonsense people. At least, that's what we all thought, till in the final year of college, he went on stage and broke a few impressions. That's all I shall offer, you can get the gory details straight from the horse's mouth.

Shruti: Or, Shrutz, as she would have us call her. This kid is well-read, has opinions on everything - what are kids coming to these days, I really don't know - and is wickedly witty. Writes nineteen to the dozen, and is absolutely crazy to boot. Young blood, young blood. Hm.

Anurag: He's a big guy and would come over and strangle me if I did not invite him. All right, so we all hang out on weekends and have weird conversations and weirder arguments over beer, and although he calls everybody around the table schmucks (except for his wife, "who is nice", as he likes to repeat), we like him, and we humour him, because he takes awesome photographs, has a good collection of movies, and is bigger than any of us and would strangle us all if we do not. Oh, and reinforcing his weirdness, the latest conversation we had over the phone:
"Hey, Anurag, what is..."

"My age? 32. I'm five years older than you, you know? The next time we meet, you ought to touch my feet."

"...your plan for wednesday evening?"

Megha: Again, a lady with an amazing sense of humour. Her extensive knowledge of hindi cinema staggers the imagination. Quite the encyclopaedia on the subject, she uses it to maximum advantage in her write-ups. I really like what she's done to her page, and what I like the most about her is the underlying geek tendencies. Not the socially gauche geekiness, but the "Hey! Wow! Look at this code!" geekiness. The force is strong in this one.

Wheeeew. Lookit that. One of my longest posts, I think. Once again, sorry for the long absence, and I shall try to write something a little more readable very soon. But now, the time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say...