Caught in the Blues

I feel totally dead right now. Don't know whats going on. Its like suffering > depression > frustration > anger. A chain thats more like a vicious circle. I just want to be shaken from this bad, bad dream and feel alive again. And I've been listening to this song on loop... it makes me want to sob and sob... now you judge if this could have made me feel worse. =/

Day 16 — A Song That Makes You Cry (or nearly)

Out of Reach by Gabrielle. One hell of a perfect song. ='(

Day 01 — Your Favorite Song

This song took my breath away when I first heard it. And it does so every time I hear it. Though it's quite tough to pick a single song from a list of above 300 songs but If You're Not The One is 'the' song of my life. Awesome piece of art. Take a listen.

That Should Be Me

Here's this JB song I've been drooling over lately. Lyrics are in the video. Enjoy! =(

Music of My Soul

A rhythm forms a melody within me

picks up a beat

then dies out.

It comes again

sweeter, stronger, more rhythmic

I hum back to it

memorise it

and sing it t myself

It's the music of my soul.

Of Kaala Joras and Branded Jeans

The title gives a pretty major hint on what this post is about, but it doesn’t say all. Having been to quite a few weddings this season my mind has been reverberating with dholki songs and bhangra music. Pair the former with some ostentatiously dressed khalas and phuppos and a bevy of giggling cousins and you know what will come out on the other end of the equation. Total chaos. Pair the latter with an army of boys in loose kurtas and one or two ‘abhi toh main jawan hoon’ uncles and you get the same result.

Music reigns high on weddings. With countless dholkis preceding the mehndi function and then the mehndi function itself, not to mention all the ‘practice sessions’ for the mehndi, your mind seems to be dancing a jig the whole time on music provided by the cousin who loves pretending to be the desi Tiesto. It’s a lot of fun, but a headache comes with the package as a bonus.

You slip out of the room towards the source of loud thuds and periodical blasts of bass from the woofers. You open the door and are greeted by Imran Khan, the recent bhangra sensation, proclaiming in his auto-tuned voice about a ‘kaali kameez’ wearing girl. This girl, Imran Khan’s muse also has a fetish for branded jeans. Her attire might be the polar opposite of the kaala jora the uncles want the aunties to wear but the music does the same trick, it makes you smile at the absurdity of the lyrics nowadays.

But if it makes one happy, be it because of fond memories or the addictive, foot-tapping music, then who cares if the song wants you to wear a ‘kaala jora’ or a ‘diesel di jean’.

Sugar Surge

I am totally high on sugarrrr right now. High enough to touch the moon, high enough to get admitted to the ICU when I fall down. Ooookay, so I am sitting on the floor, looking out the window with glucose flooding my blood and random crap flooding my brain. Hmmm so let’s analyze the random crap:

I got a pocketful of sunshine, I got a love and I know that it’s all mine.

*(ahem ahem, sunshine? In my pocket? Puh-leeze! Natasha Beddingfield’s cheesy motivational song. I don’t know whether my love is all mine…. That’s because I don’t have a love. Go figure. And I’d rather have moonshine in my pocket, it’s more exciting =P)*

Parametric functions

*(AAAARRRGGHH!! Math! I. Hate. Math. Absolutely hate it! Enough said?)*

Sheep!

*(My sheep be so adorable =D. No, I’m not taking shepherding as a career choice, nor am I making a business out of selling wool. My sheep are the ones on my cell phone display. Yup, I got me a new wallpaper. Fluffy, white, dumb-looking sheep on a bright green patch of grass. Cuuuute!)*

Whataya want from me

*(Once upon a time I didn’t give a damn but now… here we are… so Whataya want from me…
This isn’t random and this isn’t crap. Adam Lambert plays pure magic on me. Voice, look, personality, man does he have everything. Just minus the kohl and being gay part. And the song is kind of situational right now. At least the title is…Whataya want from me? That’s a question I’d like to ask a few people at the moment.)*

Pink, Blue, Green, Blue, Repeat


*(I’m doing the embroidery stint these days and that’s the basic color scheme. It’s actually very pretty. The stitch is simple, the colors are fun and surprisingly I’m having fun doing it. Just thinking about the end result is getting me all revved up to finish it quickly.)*

Joe Bloggs

*(My new best friend. That’s on the advice of my SAT guidebook. Joe is an average student who gets the easy questions right and the hard ones wrong. I’m supposed to be his best friend so that I can cheat off his paper, and do exactly the opposite of what he does on the hard questions. Weird, huh? I know.)*
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