-Rigged /-

-Rigged /-

So said the song by Joni Mitchel. Here are some of the clouds I saw last week. Some of them are on a cloudy day here in Hyderabad and the others are from Kolkata.

Hyderabad, by the Waterfront

Kolkota, the other side

-Rigged /-

It has been months since i’ve had an opportunity to write about anything blog-worthy.* (For example, That’s all folks - An institution shuts shop! A post worthy of many comments, even though, mostly inconsequential). It has been rough sailing for the last few months and the weather is finally clearing up, by which, I mean, I finally found a flight back from Nizwa.

As a part of get-to-know-your-folks-better program, mostly self-imposed, I have, yes you are reading this correctly, moved in with my parents to experience the acicular effects of heightened temporary insanity.

While living with my mother is not exactly a difficult proposition, my dad is the founding member of Formal Thought Disorder and Lack of Insight and enjoys barbiturates and psilocybin mushrooms with his daily meals. Forgive me if I am over exaggerating but I think, he is borderline Autogynephiliac, by which, I mean, it was my foolish notion to move in with my folks.

Living arrangement: 4 bedrooms. My folks sleep in one room, my brother in another, one room has been converted into a study and the fourth bedroom, originally my bedroom pre-haste, houses their dog, fifi bags, Wartenberg wheels, prostrate massagers, genital jewellery and other BDSM apparatuses. Well okay, I was lying about the Wartenberg wheels.

Current reads: Banging the Hard-bound Librarian

Over the next few weeks, I intend to write regularly about my experiences at home. Please watch this space for more updates.

And hey, Ugly and Rigged, its about time, eh?

The good, the bad and the ugly all starred at last Thursday Night Karaoke’s final song. If Bob Geldof and Quincy Jones ever heard this, I’m assuming some serious Live Aid would be needed by all those who you will see here.

Heh heh.

Was sitting at a pal’s house the other evening and was
subjected to a fantastic view. Lucky for me there was
a camera around.

I want that house!!

Go Away.
No, Stay.
Please. Stay.
With me.
Stay. So we can share our dreams.
No, so we can share our fears.
Our songs and our hopes.
Yes, let’s do that.
Let’s share our fears.
Tell me.
Of memories.
No, don’t. Let’s make new ones.
Yes, new memories. Surreal.
No. Concrete.
Yes, real, I think.
Concrete, yes.
Cement our moments in time.
Slow down.
It’s about to pass.
Slow down so we can deceive time.
Yes, let’s pull a con job. On time.
Yes, on reality. On life.
Yes, that will be great.
It will make for quaint memories.
Will serve us in time.
Don’t laugh.
Time will never find out.
Yes, that’s the plan then.
It might work and time will never find us out.
Now will be forever. And we’ll make memories.
Forever will be now.
So we can look back.
Yes, at time. That never passed.
Yes.
Go Away.
Now.

This poem is by a friend. She does not like the fame.
I like it because it’s a silly poem that makes you sad.

-Bart

On the drive back from Bangalore, I got a little shutterbuggy. There would have been more but the Chevy was so comfortable that I slept most of the way.

Enjoy!

All the world’s a highway and we overtake from stage left

Tailgating!

The man in the mirror

….is what a lot of people felt after they exited Palace Grounds in Bangalore last night.

For one, it was nasty hot. For two, it was terribly crowded. For three, they (other event managers who don’t always remember everything) forgot to sprinkle water on the ground and it was dusty as the Sahara in the throes of a dust-storm. For four, all mobile networks were jammed and one could not touch base with all of one’s friends who had converged ‘pon the very same venue.

All that however, didn’t matter once Steven Tyler strut his stuff on stage.

That old cat can rock the joint like no one else. Having watched Aerosmith videos for years, watching him prance about in his tight pants and do his deverish dance with the mike was unreal! When he sang Love in an elevator, Dream On and Living on the edge, I would have danced like a madman if only there had been space to do so.

No Smoking Inside The Venue said the big bold sign, I must have missed the fine print that said ‘Smoking Up Allowed’ because the smell of weed was strong enough to bottle. Heh heh.

The trip was also made worthwhile because I caught up with some old friends, some whom I hadn’t seen in years, spent long hours at Opus pre and post the show and drove back home in a car with two other Rediff amigos! Fun Fun.

Still can’t get over the fact I watched Aerosmith perform live from twenty feet away last night. WhooHooo!