Thursday Morning Blues

Sometimes the weather is just so you. Smoked out, pale and moody on a Thursday morning. Shivering in the cold morning breeze and envying the rickshaw driver all muffled up in multiple layers. Taking out your snug earphones to shut out the wind. Your head exploding with a long lost song and the words flowing through your system, the four right chords can make you cry.

Rediscovering music on a morning like this can be a revelation. One that puts things in perspective - that all is true is just you and your music. Everything else, everyone else is transient.



Inspiration? The muses drawing breath for you? God? Nah, don't believe it, you'll get entangled in Heaven or Hell
- 5 A.M., Allen Ginsberg

PS: I'm rediscovering Ginsberg as well.

I need a vacation

On the bike, wind in my hair, no city in sight. And this song:

Its that time of the year... again

With the quarterly results season approaching, I can't seem to find enough hours in the day. Working in a work out schedule into the same just makes the squeeze tighter. For once, I don't want it to be Friday soon. Else I'll be in a soup and a hot one at that :). An old favourite for some respite:

Rest, music and cute guys who are gay

Got some much needed rest over the last 2 days before I ruined it with bad sleep and a fall off the train. Bought some good music (Third Eye Blind, Marilyn Manson), books. Saw Open Season, not bad. Shared browsing space with Rehan Engineer (actor and playwright) in the graphic novel section at Landmark. Guys who are cute, smart and read graphic novels should not be allowed to be gay! Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against gay people, just that its such a waste when such a guy is gay and wont even look at a woman.