... love can kill you, yeah we know. But this time around it's how too much of anything is bad. No this isn't advice medical or otherwise it's just a bunch of observations.
But before the jist of it all the usual digression commences now spurred by the current misery. The heat. May was a confused month of alternate day rainfall and everyone accusing greenhouse gases and global warming for a midsummer chill in Delhi, but that's gone. Almost as if the weather follows a calender, the past three days of June have been miserable. And yours truly had to go to Mayawati's own Lucknow for an exam. And I've already cracked the let's see how's my luck now joke. So, we got on to the Shatabdi at 6 AM and got a cup of tea and I decided to sleep when I heard that Ghaziabad was going to be next stop for the scheduled 2 minutes with intentions of waking for breakfast. An hour later I woke to find myself still in Ghaziabad because the Gujjars of recent newsmaking had pulled off about half a kilometer of track and were making merry on the train that had left ahead of ours. Four hours later we were given the option of getting our tickets refunded and heading back to Delhi. By which time I'd more or less had enough of Jalebis and bread pakoda and a couple of calls later was on my way back to Delhi to fly out to Lucknow later that evening.
Now which idiot holds an exam in lucknow, in summer, at 11 AM, in a fanless room. And a bad paper at that.
Apparently there are such idiots. And people flock from near and far to go through that torture.
I'm incidentally blogging off a mac. I like. Jokes apart, I like.
Ok then back to basics. Been listening to In Dino from the Life in a Metro soundtrack and loving the song. Except that it would have been so much better without all that extra music. It's got a good tune, decent lyrics and a bad voice but that's ok. Why in god's name is there a distorted guitar blaring away every 3 seconds? And why is it so layered? I can just see Pritham (the music director) with Vegas or Audition, layering track over track to bugger up the song.
Same with Joss Stone (my new love) and her first album. She has such an incredible voice that there is no need to add instruments and a cool rhythm section and a blistering lead to her songs. Thankfully Soul Sessions her second album is produced based on her voice and very little else. Listen to Fell in Love with a Boy, a cover of White Stripes' Fell in Love with a Girl. Actually listen to both. Hilarious it is.
Also been listening to Porcupine Tree and Blackfield. Progressive, but not quite. Interesting.
Three more exams including the ultimate test of tolerance - PGI, Chandigarh.
Adios.
PS haven't bothered with either Pirates or Shrek III. Spidey was bad enough and there are very few things in life that work the third time around.
But before the jist of it all the usual digression commences now spurred by the current misery. The heat. May was a confused month of alternate day rainfall and everyone accusing greenhouse gases and global warming for a midsummer chill in Delhi, but that's gone. Almost as if the weather follows a calender, the past three days of June have been miserable. And yours truly had to go to Mayawati's own Lucknow for an exam. And I've already cracked the let's see how's my luck now joke. So, we got on to the Shatabdi at 6 AM and got a cup of tea and I decided to sleep when I heard that Ghaziabad was going to be next stop for the scheduled 2 minutes with intentions of waking for breakfast. An hour later I woke to find myself still in Ghaziabad because the Gujjars of recent newsmaking had pulled off about half a kilometer of track and were making merry on the train that had left ahead of ours. Four hours later we were given the option of getting our tickets refunded and heading back to Delhi. By which time I'd more or less had enough of Jalebis and bread pakoda and a couple of calls later was on my way back to Delhi to fly out to Lucknow later that evening.
Now which idiot holds an exam in lucknow, in summer, at 11 AM, in a fanless room. And a bad paper at that.
Apparently there are such idiots. And people flock from near and far to go through that torture.
I'm incidentally blogging off a mac. I like. Jokes apart, I like.
Ok then back to basics. Been listening to In Dino from the Life in a Metro soundtrack and loving the song. Except that it would have been so much better without all that extra music. It's got a good tune, decent lyrics and a bad voice but that's ok. Why in god's name is there a distorted guitar blaring away every 3 seconds? And why is it so layered? I can just see Pritham (the music director) with Vegas or Audition, layering track over track to bugger up the song.
Same with Joss Stone (my new love) and her first album. She has such an incredible voice that there is no need to add instruments and a cool rhythm section and a blistering lead to her songs. Thankfully Soul Sessions her second album is produced based on her voice and very little else. Listen to Fell in Love with a Boy, a cover of White Stripes' Fell in Love with a Girl. Actually listen to both. Hilarious it is.
Also been listening to Porcupine Tree and Blackfield. Progressive, but not quite. Interesting.
Three more exams including the ultimate test of tolerance - PGI, Chandigarh.
Adios.
PS haven't bothered with either Pirates or Shrek III. Spidey was bad enough and there are very few things in life that work the third time around.
