Hi
It has been almost a year since I last wrote on my blog and when I was going through some of my personal stuff recently I decided it was time to write something down. Lately with university and work and all that, it has been a little time consuming. Understatement but yeah whatever. I went back home last December for a couple of months. It was amazing on the whole with a few sucky bits here and there. But that's what life is all about. There's always that little bit of burnt toast on your almost perfect sandwich.
I've got about 3 more semesters to go before I am done with university (or am I?). I've got to think about doing honors and further studies but I'll dwell more on that when the time comes. I've got back into playing soccer this semester more than I did the whole of last year which has been, by far, on of the best parts of this year. Soccer ftw :)
I have also been writing music again after a gap of what's been about a year or a little over I think. My style of writing and making music has changed quite a bit. I guess I have matured (to an extent) to write music that actually pleases me and expresses what I really feel. With respect to the music that I listen to I still love metal but I can sense that I am inclined more towards blues indie stuff now. Still, it's everything except senseless music where the rhythm is monotonous and the lyrics are pure crap references being bitches and cars and clubs and friday and basically just pure trash.
My music is under the name '3 circle window' on youtube (http://www.youtube.com/user/1nikhil2?feature=mhum) as well as on reverbnation (http://www.reverbnation.com/3circlewindow) or even on this blog (just up the top. the videos are down at the bottom). I've got more on the way :) feel free to share :)
'We drive home' is lyrically simple but I wrote it after I got back to Australia from India. I had a few fallouts there and I saw how much I had changed as a person in the 2 years away from home. That is what drove me to write the song (that wasn't deliberate).
The second song, which I should have up soon, I wrote for a friend. The song is basically descriptive of the sort of person she is. It is a happy feel good song and I really hope Emma likes it :)
The third song that I am working on is for my mother. My grandpa died a few years ago now. My grandma passed away last year. I am writing the lyrics in terms of what my grandpa would say to mum if he could talk to her now and let her know that he'll always be there for her. I want it to sound amazing and that's why I think I'll take my time with this one till I get it right.
Alright so that has been an update of what I've been upto these past few months. What have you been upto? :)
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Saturday, August 7, 2010
The shade under the big tree
My Grandma died recently. My Grandpa died a few years ago. I was very fond of them. I used to call them Buddoo (I don't really remember why) and Upua (which meant grandma in Burmese. Yes, she was from Burma). In time though they became to be known as Papa and Piya. There are a lot of good memories of the time spent with them. He was a big man and she, in her prime, was very much what mum looks like (at least I think so). Papa would talk to Piya really sweetly and affectionately but she would tell him to get lost every time. It was funny. But they loved each other. After Papa died, he didn't leave her side and we all know it. There was time one time when my sister, my dad and I were walking outside the house and this old man walked up to my sister. He has the same tweed hat Papa used to wear, the same huge belly and in his every step I could see my grandfather. He spoke to Nadu for a little while and then disappeared. My dad can vouch for that. It was a weird experience but it just went to show how much he loved my grandmother. I cherish memories I spent with cousins there at their house. Sadly, those are all that remain.
The house was sold soon after my grandpa's death. My grandpa was shifted to Mumbai to live with my aunty. My cousins, who lived in the house above them, moved to Australia and I live with them now. I still think of the days we spent running around the block playing hide and seek and picking up random stray kittens and stuff like that.
Almost every summer my cousins and I would meet up and hang out for about a month. The fact that we all stayed in different parts of the country made it so much exciting. There was trip we used to make to Pizza Corner which had like this play pen. We'd all jump into it and just pretty much be little kids. The food, on top of that, was something else. I recall my cousin Katrina being a really fussy eater and once ate plain rice with tomato sauce. She was in the 8th grade then. I also remember my superman antics when I climbed the ledge of the roof and was contemplating jumping across to the other side. There was a fair gap in between. Kat went and told mum and then.. well I'll leave that to your imagination. My grandfather would tell us weird stories at night some of which I still remember. There was a small 15' inch TV in the living room and a piano. Numerous battles were fought for possession of the TV no matter how small the time the victor had it for. Little Rascals (quick what's the number for 911? How should I know? was a good movie we watched together besides the TV show Buffy the vampire slayer (they cut the puppet's head) and cartoon network, namely, Scooby Doo and Popeye. Pure bliss. I wouldn't mind reliving those days.
They say time preserves all. I smile every time I think of the days that we had there and with them. My grandparents were wonderful people and gave us great parents. I am thankful to them for that and for everything else.
I miss you guys.
"For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity" - William Penn
The house was sold soon after my grandpa's death. My grandpa was shifted to Mumbai to live with my aunty. My cousins, who lived in the house above them, moved to Australia and I live with them now. I still think of the days we spent running around the block playing hide and seek and picking up random stray kittens and stuff like that.
Almost every summer my cousins and I would meet up and hang out for about a month. The fact that we all stayed in different parts of the country made it so much exciting. There was trip we used to make to Pizza Corner which had like this play pen. We'd all jump into it and just pretty much be little kids. The food, on top of that, was something else. I recall my cousin Katrina being a really fussy eater and once ate plain rice with tomato sauce. She was in the 8th grade then. I also remember my superman antics when I climbed the ledge of the roof and was contemplating jumping across to the other side. There was a fair gap in between. Kat went and told mum and then.. well I'll leave that to your imagination. My grandfather would tell us weird stories at night some of which I still remember. There was a small 15' inch TV in the living room and a piano. Numerous battles were fought for possession of the TV no matter how small the time the victor had it for. Little Rascals (quick what's the number for 911? How should I know? was a good movie we watched together besides the TV show Buffy the vampire slayer (they cut the puppet's head) and cartoon network, namely, Scooby Doo and Popeye. Pure bliss. I wouldn't mind reliving those days.
They say time preserves all. I smile every time I think of the days that we had there and with them. My grandparents were wonderful people and gave us great parents. I am thankful to them for that and for everything else.
I miss you guys.
"For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity" - William Penn
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Untitled
The eternally confused sort. That's what I am. Have been. And will always be. In ways I suppose I am proud of it. It takes talent to be as confused as I am.
Though it took me a while to actually come down to studying what I am now (supposed to be. But blogging seems viable at the moment), which I am happy to say is genetics, I am still a little... understatement, highly unsure about life. In my defense, none of us are. Okay some are. Alright a lot of us our. An example would be my friend Siddhartha Iyer. He's a psycho lunatic. But a focused and very sensible moron nonetheless. Very much like me in that way.
My decision of coming to Australia is something I think about ALL the time. Sure I am a lot different than the person I was a few years ago, with all the working and studying and what not. But am I really different? Wait. What? See what I mean? Before I left India, I had pictured myself changing and becoming more and more Australian (the accent and all that) as the years went by. Comparing myself to me then, I can happily say I still sound as Indian as can be. Maybe I have gained a few kilograms with all the KFC and McDonalds but that's all good. My love for soccer has increased though the amount I get to play is far less than I'd like. I am too poor to afford a car even though I have a valid international license. To all you lucky people with cars, the day I own one, it'll be kick ass. And I will say this to you "Hahahahahahahaha in your face suckers!".
This place here is differently nice and weird in its own ways. With the media hype about students being attacked and stuff, I cannot deny the racism here. It's something you have to get used to. Or you could end up going Bruce Lee on the offender's ass. Take your pick.
My uncle and I have chats about the happening here and in India. Somehow, all the corruption, pollution, crowded cities all seem so much more inviting. From where I am at, the grass maybe yellow on the other side, but that's the grass I have lived on. And I long for it. Oh and chaat too. Memorable raj kachori times.
It's been a while since I have been back home. It is killing me. I miss mum's cooking and our fights, I miss my cute little baby sister and my dad. I miss my friends and I daresay I will never make friends like the closest ones I have. Somewhere on the horizon I can see a place ticket. But if you have been on a boat or by the sea and had a clear view of it, you will know how deceiving the horizon can be. Damn you horizon. Damn you.
With everything good or bad, I am not looking bad at what could have been. You have watch cliched hindi movies with "kya hota agar..." and "shayad...". No. Nada. Na. Nope. I think what is done is done. We move on. I suppose I have too. Not a 100%. But distant enough.
The wheels go round. And by that I am referring to the ones on my bicycle. Ooo look KFC. Saiyonara Suckers
Though it took me a while to actually come down to studying what I am now (supposed to be. But blogging seems viable at the moment), which I am happy to say is genetics, I am still a little... understatement, highly unsure about life. In my defense, none of us are. Okay some are. Alright a lot of us our. An example would be my friend Siddhartha Iyer. He's a psycho lunatic. But a focused and very sensible moron nonetheless. Very much like me in that way.
My decision of coming to Australia is something I think about ALL the time. Sure I am a lot different than the person I was a few years ago, with all the working and studying and what not. But am I really different? Wait. What? See what I mean? Before I left India, I had pictured myself changing and becoming more and more Australian (the accent and all that) as the years went by. Comparing myself to me then, I can happily say I still sound as Indian as can be. Maybe I have gained a few kilograms with all the KFC and McDonalds but that's all good. My love for soccer has increased though the amount I get to play is far less than I'd like. I am too poor to afford a car even though I have a valid international license. To all you lucky people with cars, the day I own one, it'll be kick ass. And I will say this to you "Hahahahahahahaha in your face suckers!".
This place here is differently nice and weird in its own ways. With the media hype about students being attacked and stuff, I cannot deny the racism here. It's something you have to get used to. Or you could end up going Bruce Lee on the offender's ass. Take your pick.
My uncle and I have chats about the happening here and in India. Somehow, all the corruption, pollution, crowded cities all seem so much more inviting. From where I am at, the grass maybe yellow on the other side, but that's the grass I have lived on. And I long for it. Oh and chaat too. Memorable raj kachori times.
It's been a while since I have been back home. It is killing me. I miss mum's cooking and our fights, I miss my cute little baby sister and my dad. I miss my friends and I daresay I will never make friends like the closest ones I have. Somewhere on the horizon I can see a place ticket. But if you have been on a boat or by the sea and had a clear view of it, you will know how deceiving the horizon can be. Damn you horizon. Damn you.
With everything good or bad, I am not looking bad at what could have been. You have watch cliched hindi movies with "kya hota agar..." and "shayad...". No. Nada. Na. Nope. I think what is done is done. We move on. I suppose I have too. Not a 100%. But distant enough.
The wheels go round. And by that I am referring to the ones on my bicycle. Ooo look KFC. Saiyonara Suckers
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Humor me
Recently, I was browsing the net and came across some funny quotes. Thought I should share it with all you selfish bastards. At least one of us is spreading the love :P
1 "Bart, with $10,000, we'd be millionaires! We could buy all kinds of useful things like...love!"
Short and funny quote by, Homer J Simpson.
2 "When I die, I want to go peacefully like my Grandfather did, in his sleep -- not screaming, like the passengers in his car"
Short funny quotes, Unknown.
3 "I'm an excellent housekeeper. Every time I get a divorce, I keep the house."
Short funny quotes by, Zsa Zsa Gabor
4 "I remmember the time I was kidnapped and they sent a piece of my finger to my father. He said he wanted more proof."
Short and funny quotes, Rodney Dangerfield
5 "People think it must be fun to be a super genius, but they don't realize how hard it is to put up with all the idiots in the world," Calvin.
6 "Cheese… milk's leap toward immortality."
Short and funny quote by, Clifton Fadiman.
7 "Never stand between a dog and the hydrant."
Short Funny Quote by, John Peers.
8 "You have a cough? Go home tonight, eat a whole box of Ex-Lax, tomorrow you'll be afraid to cough."
- Short and funny quote by, Pearl Williams.
1 "Bart, with $10,000, we'd be millionaires! We could buy all kinds of useful things like...love!"
Short and funny quote by, Homer J Simpson.
2 "When I die, I want to go peacefully like my Grandfather did, in his sleep -- not screaming, like the passengers in his car"
Short funny quotes, Unknown.
3 "I'm an excellent housekeeper. Every time I get a divorce, I keep the house."
Short funny quotes by, Zsa Zsa Gabor
4 "I remmember the time I was kidnapped and they sent a piece of my finger to my father. He said he wanted more proof."
Short and funny quotes, Rodney Dangerfield
5 "People think it must be fun to be a super genius, but they don't realize how hard it is to put up with all the idiots in the world," Calvin.
6 "Cheese… milk's leap toward immortality."
Short and funny quote by, Clifton Fadiman.
7 "Never stand between a dog and the hydrant."
Short Funny Quote by, John Peers.
8 "You have a cough? Go home tonight, eat a whole box of Ex-Lax, tomorrow you'll be afraid to cough."
- Short and funny quote by, Pearl Williams.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
advertising retardness
Ads are the way the world learns new stuff every second of every day. But I am sure you have seen the wickedest ads here and there. And by that I referring to the ones that make you say "What the f***!!!" and then you talk about it and laugh for a long time to come.
Recently a friend of mine and I were out loafing in the city when we saw this small flyer up on a sidewalk wall. It read "I want to a car and a few computers for free. My contact number is
final destination : the end
According to recent movies, we are all either to die by an epidemic of natural disasters brought on us by our own ignorance, psychopathic killers who enjoy torturing people for their own pleasure, inevitable death as in the final destination series or the well told alien invasions. But what do you think will really happen? Each of these movies brings with it its own conspiracy theories and narratives. Not matter how cheesy these movies seem, they do instill fear to a extent. Even if it's very minute.
Imagine that none of the above is the cause for our extinction. No cosmic phenomenon, no world wars, nothing. We all live peaceful lives and draw out as much as we can out of each day. In the end, we die and reach the green fields of heaven. Where the sun never sets and there is endless, boundless spaces to run free. That my friends is mythological.
Who are we kidding? I watch a lot of horror movies and trust me when I say that even those there are many of us who will die content, a larger portion might end up facing the inevitable doom through a terrorist attack or a natural calamity or even an alien invasion. Insecurity prevails and fear is abundant. Live with it. The best you can hope for is a day which doesnt see crimson rivers flowing in some part of the world.
And that is the definition of mythology. Cheers.
Imagine that none of the above is the cause for our extinction. No cosmic phenomenon, no world wars, nothing. We all live peaceful lives and draw out as much as we can out of each day. In the end, we die and reach the green fields of heaven. Where the sun never sets and there is endless, boundless spaces to run free. That my friends is mythological.
Who are we kidding? I watch a lot of horror movies and trust me when I say that even those there are many of us who will die content, a larger portion might end up facing the inevitable doom through a terrorist attack or a natural calamity or even an alien invasion. Insecurity prevails and fear is abundant. Live with it. The best you can hope for is a day which doesnt see crimson rivers flowing in some part of the world.
And that is the definition of mythology. Cheers.
Monday, January 4, 2010
why?
3 idiots was an awesome movie. That is my point of view. Everyone is entitled to their opinions. Chetan Bhagat wrote a great book which was something new and different from regular reading material. But the whole controversy surrounding the movie and the book is pointless. There is so much more that the media and these individuals can cover and work on rather than fighting aimlessly about whether this movie is based on the book or not. We read the book. We saw the movie. It's done. Why the hell are these guys still fighting?
Our country is suffering from so much corruption and so many dejected lives that if a few select people, our so called "leaders", put in this much of a hullabaloo about issues that NEED to be sorted out first then we can hope ,at the very least , for better lives that so many require. Fighting over irrational things like "Oh my book is better than your movie" and vice versa is just mental instability. By the way, Bhagat has lost this enormous war and apparently can be sued if he is charged by the movie's production people.
How about the making a big deal about DGP SPS Rathore and what he did in 1990? Isn't that something worth fighting for? He was given a 6 month sentence. Even a juvenile caught for stealing and attempting a small robbery can get a worse punishment. This sadistic and twisted person was given bail on the first day by the court. Hopeless much?
This is just one incident. There are countless more. How about spending money to helping those who need it rather than funding nuclear weapons? Is the government preparing to defend a nation who's people's plight is not worth defending? We have riots and brutal battles being fought within that eventually our downfall will be our own cause. The nuclear weapons will most probably end up rotting and getting covered with cob webs someday then.
So Mr. Bhagat and Mr. Khan lets call it a day. What say?
Our country is suffering from so much corruption and so many dejected lives that if a few select people, our so called "leaders", put in this much of a hullabaloo about issues that NEED to be sorted out first then we can hope ,at the very least , for better lives that so many require. Fighting over irrational things like "Oh my book is better than your movie" and vice versa is just mental instability. By the way, Bhagat has lost this enormous war and apparently can be sued if he is charged by the movie's production people.
How about the making a big deal about DGP SPS Rathore and what he did in 1990? Isn't that something worth fighting for? He was given a 6 month sentence. Even a juvenile caught for stealing and attempting a small robbery can get a worse punishment. This sadistic and twisted person was given bail on the first day by the court. Hopeless much?
This is just one incident. There are countless more. How about spending money to helping those who need it rather than funding nuclear weapons? Is the government preparing to defend a nation who's people's plight is not worth defending? We have riots and brutal battles being fought within that eventually our downfall will be our own cause. The nuclear weapons will most probably end up rotting and getting covered with cob webs someday then.
So Mr. Bhagat and Mr. Khan lets call it a day. What say?
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