"With worthy projects such as buying stoves for the poor of Honduras, or lightbulbs for Indians, perhaps it’s not surprising that many travellers assume that the organisations to which they are handing their off setting money are charities."
Oh those poor indians! Sitting in their huts waiting for someone to give them electricity!
from http://www.guardian.co.uk/travel/2006/dec/10/ethicalholidays.escape
idiot
I amuse myself here; Your amusement is intended but boundedly so
Sunday, February 24, 2008
underwear
I wore underwear today after almost 2 days. No no, I was wearing boxers, but I don't consider that underwear.
I will try not to go without underwear in the future. I don't like hangin' loose.
I will try not to go without underwear in the future. I don't like hangin' loose.
writing
I'm surprised by how mediocre my blog post writing is.
Well, all this mathematics I'm learning may be responsible.
Well, all this mathematics I'm learning may be responsible.
Friday, February 22, 2008
Winter Song
If the rain freezes
and the sun stops shining
will all the world and its people
stop thinking about global warming?
and the sun stops shining
will all the world and its people
stop thinking about global warming?
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Echoes
Pink Floyd may have have been a completely drug addled band, but they sometimes got close to the truth:
Echoes
"Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.
And no-one called us to the land
And no-one knows the wheres or whys
But something stirs and something tries
And starts to climb towards the light
Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand the best I can
And no-one calls us to move on
And no-one forces down our eyes
And no-one speaks and no-one tries
And no-one flies around the sun
Cloudless everyday you fall upon my waking eyes
inviting and inciting me to rise
And through the window in the wall
Come streaming in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning
And no-one sings me lullabies
And no-one makes me close my eyes
And so I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky"
The first two stanzas are clearly about evolution - moving from sea to land. Perhaps the rest of the song talks about this as well, culminating in a final stanza about the loneliness of modern man in the big city.
Echoes
"Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.
And no-one called us to the land
And no-one knows the wheres or whys
But something stirs and something tries
And starts to climb towards the light
Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand the best I can
And no-one calls us to move on
And no-one forces down our eyes
And no-one speaks and no-one tries
And no-one flies around the sun
Cloudless everyday you fall upon my waking eyes
inviting and inciting me to rise
And through the window in the wall
Come streaming in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning
And no-one sings me lullabies
And no-one makes me close my eyes
And so I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky"
The first two stanzas are clearly about evolution - moving from sea to land. Perhaps the rest of the song talks about this as well, culminating in a final stanza about the loneliness of modern man in the big city.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Looking Back
It is said that the past is never quite what we make of it.
Heh, I'm listening to Def Leppard's "Run Riot" an overlooked little gem on a shitty album. Yes, shitty is a grown up word to use. Anyway, the point is this song has been around with me for close to a decade and I only listen to it NOW. It rocks, like the band has stopped doing.
So if the past made me associate Def Leppard with vaguely exciting and occasionally sappy songs over a highly pop-metal approach, then screw the past!
I've been given to a little bit on retrospection because this is a sunday and the house I live in is beginning to feel like home, albeit a transient one. Which is giving my mind recollections of where I used to live in Delhi, and the possibility, now realized in actuality, that I'm never going back to it. I loved that house, with its doors and windows that never quite closed, and the beautiful terrace. And the utter sense of peace that the whole place was enveloped with. And how people would always be dropping in.
It gave me other things, more tangible, more permanent and in some ways more important. It was said to be a lucky house, anyone who lived there usually had a happy memory associated with it. I had a couple. The night (almost 2 years ago) when she said yes, the morning I got my admit. On both occasions I jumped up and down, just feeling happy.
It's funny how some houses are happy and others sad. And nothing feels as lonely as an empty house.
I never really liked any place I've stayed in. But D-I/76 Rabindra Nagar was as close as it has come to the happiest place I've been.
Heh, I'm listening to Def Leppard's "Run Riot" an overlooked little gem on a shitty album. Yes, shitty is a grown up word to use. Anyway, the point is this song has been around with me for close to a decade and I only listen to it NOW. It rocks, like the band has stopped doing.
So if the past made me associate Def Leppard with vaguely exciting and occasionally sappy songs over a highly pop-metal approach, then screw the past!
I've been given to a little bit on retrospection because this is a sunday and the house I live in is beginning to feel like home, albeit a transient one. Which is giving my mind recollections of where I used to live in Delhi, and the possibility, now realized in actuality, that I'm never going back to it. I loved that house, with its doors and windows that never quite closed, and the beautiful terrace. And the utter sense of peace that the whole place was enveloped with. And how people would always be dropping in.
It gave me other things, more tangible, more permanent and in some ways more important. It was said to be a lucky house, anyone who lived there usually had a happy memory associated with it. I had a couple. The night (almost 2 years ago) when she said yes, the morning I got my admit. On both occasions I jumped up and down, just feeling happy.
It's funny how some houses are happy and others sad. And nothing feels as lonely as an empty house.
I never really liked any place I've stayed in. But D-I/76 Rabindra Nagar was as close as it has come to the happiest place I've been.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Monday, February 11, 2008
All the people, so many people
Blur was an interesting band. Take the lyrics to their song "Parklife" and re-arrange it a bit, and you get this little gem of a ....story(?) told in the first person:
"Confidence is a preference for the habitual voyeur of what is known as parklife. And morning soup can be avoided if you take a route straight through what is known as parklife.
John's got brewers droop; he gets intimidated by the dirty pigeons. They love a bit of him.
Who's that gut lord marching... you should cut down on your porklife mate... get some exercise. Know what I mean?
I put my trousers on, have a cup of tea and I think about leaving the house. I feed the pigeons, I sometimes feed the sparrows too it gives me a sense of enormous well being.
And then I'm happy for the rest of the day, safe in the knowledge there will always be a bit of my heart devoted to it.
It's got nothing to do with vorsprung durch technic you know. And it's not about you joggers who go round and round and round."
Sunday, February 10, 2008
surprising lyric
Take my hand, my child of love come step inside my tears
Swim the magic ocean Ive been crying all these years
When our love will ride away into eternal skies
A symptom of the universe, a love that never dies
Swim the magic ocean Ive been crying all these years
When our love will ride away into eternal skies
A symptom of the universe, a love that never dies
Thursday, February 7, 2008
in honour of Roald Dahl
I got new boots today, a very expensive pair but totally worth it.
They are gravity defying, and I can walk across the ceiling and walls with them on.
I was trying them out, when my sister came in.
"What the hell are you doing???"
(she's always angry with me)
I grin.
"I told you one day you'll drive me up the wall and now you've done it!"
They are gravity defying, and I can walk across the ceiling and walls with them on.
I was trying them out, when my sister came in.
"What the hell are you doing???"
(she's always angry with me)
I grin.
"I told you one day you'll drive me up the wall and now you've done it!"
Sunday, February 3, 2008
to be kept in mind over the next couple of years
Sometimes I don't know why we'd rather live than die,
We look up towards the sky for answers to our lives.
We may get some solutions but most just pass us by,
Don't want your absolution cause I can't make it right.
We look up towards the sky for answers to our lives.
We may get some solutions but most just pass us by,
Don't want your absolution cause I can't make it right.
Saturday, February 2, 2008
love is all around you
on another saturday weekend, in wait of a mardi gras party
i want to go home. and sit on my terrace with her looking at the parrots and sparrows flying home. maybe talk about orhan pahmuk.
"...me, mala and kuts fooling around."
i want to go home. and sit on my terrace with her looking at the parrots and sparrows flying home. maybe talk about orhan pahmuk.
"...me, mala and kuts fooling around."
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