Tuesday, November 30, 2010

The Knock-Kneed Love Dance

After hearing so much about it, I finally ended up watching This Is Spinal Tap last night. Apart from the obvious reasons to be really impressed by it, upon reflection, I find that it's equally massive for making some legitimately heavy subjects sort of just bounce by without making you realise the kind of stinging commentary it is on rock-'n-roll. I once termed this, none too creatively, as the 'giant beachball effect' and I'm glad I found another piece of work to conveniently categorise as such.

The Stone Roses' "Waterfall" has been playing in my head all day. It suits the weather these days. These days have made the distinction between day and night feel a little meaningless. I can completely understand why people living on the wrong side of the sixty-six and a half degree latitude live in such depression and misery. I cannot wait to get home. And beyond. :)

Also, Leeds have drawn an away tie at Arsenal in the third round of this year's FA Cup. Shouldn't there be a rule formalising a past giant-killers' exemption in the Cup? Or is it even possible to imagine that a day as perfect as January 3, 2010 will occur again?

Friday, November 26, 2010

My Last Breath (Four Non-Blondes?)

Deceived by my eyes and all I was told I should see
Opinions not mine, the person they taught me to be
One night in the dark, a vision of someone I knew
And in the darkness I saw, a voice say, I'm you.
Inside me a light was turned on
Then I was alive

If you close your eyes your life, a naked truth revealed
Dreams you never lived, and scars never healed
In the darkness, light will take you to the other side
And find me waiting there you'll see, if you just close your eyes

Hearts uninspired, trapped inside somebody's dream
Too close to the fire, yet cold and numb with the pain
But the fever has broken, and the river has run to the sea
Washed to the ocean, and saved by a voice inside me.
Inside me a light was turned on
Then I was alive

Never thought I would be here, so high in the air
This was my unanswered prayer
Defined by another, so much wasted time
Out of the darkness, each breath that I take will be mine.

It's amazing how, sometimes, songs can describe not just sentiments or even a range of emotions, but entire careers and lives.

I was made to believe in the inherent good in all things wrestling when Kane held the World Heavyweight Title aloft back in July at Money in the Bank. Please, please let there be one more monster push before it's too late. I cannot think of a single person who has deserved, nay needed, one more over the last decade and a half than the man they once called The Instant Classic.

Monday, November 22, 2010


I've had a grand total of eight hours of sleep in the last three and a half days, but right now, it certainly feels like that the lack of sleep has been crucial to making this weekend's Oxford-London/London-Cambridge/Cambridge-London/London-Oxford so memorable.

Big thank you's to Sarkar, Chaitanya and Bando for making me feel more at home than I've felt at any point in the last three months.

The challenge of everyday existence beckons for the next two weeks, followed by the prospect of the sweet feeling of home in the holidays.

I'm planning to start compiling a list of unchallengeable truths very soon. It promises to be a very fulfilling project. 

Saturday, November 06, 2010


Sometimes, home isn't a place. It's a state of mind.

Monday, November 01, 2010

On the first day of November

It's taken me thirty-six days, but I've finally cracked.

Hopefully, ten more days isn't too far away.

I'm not sure if there's a point to this story but I'm going to tell it again.

My photo
I've been wilfully caught up in the self-defeating quest to get to know myself for years. I've never expected anything beneficial to result from such a quest. I tend to evoke extremely polarised reactions from people I get to know in passing. Consequently, only those people who know me inside-out would honestly claim that I'm a person who's just "alright." It's not a coincidence that the description I've laid out above has no fewer than, title included, eleven references to me (make that twelve). I'm affectionately referred to as "Ego." I think that last statement might have given away a tad too much. Welcome Aboard.

IHTRTRS ke pichle episode mein aapne dekha...


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