Punjabi folk music rocks!
Well, hip-hops anyway. For those interested, please walk on over to youtube and search for punjabi dhol + (any relatively popular rap/hip-hop song) you'll probably come across a whole load of second generation Indians living abroad all who play the dhol. It is a little bit strange, here there are these "ABCD-types" who are adapting bits of their own culture to that of the country they grew up in; while back in India it is the opposite. (Import of cheerleaders, cf.).
Irrespective. Here are a couple of links, check them out. I think the dhol's kind of cool...
Drop it like its hot
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QGOe6yq9KRA
Walk it out
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gnpUQ1NTgt4&feature=related
I amuse myself here; Your amusement is intended but boundedly so
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Thursday, April 24, 2008
so whats the matter with you? give me something new, don't you know, the cold and rain, the winds they blow.
i only seem to come and go. away.
stand by me, nobody knows, the way its going to be. stand by me, god only knows.
cold and frosty morning, the sun it blew away, all the thoughts crowding my mind.
and as the day dawned, a plane flew away, with all the things in my mind.
i only seem to come and go. away.
stand by me, nobody knows, the way its going to be. stand by me, god only knows.
cold and frosty morning, the sun it blew away, all the thoughts crowding my mind.
and as the day dawned, a plane flew away, with all the things in my mind.
Monday, April 7, 2008
From First Principles
These are the golden times, the times of remembrance behind and eternity lies ahead. Phrases drop like a bored flaccid rain, and are forgotten but not too soon. Careful now, for the roads are winding and the lights are blinding.
It takes a while to get there, and your path is long and your progress may be slow. But the madness must be slain, for the heart of darkness is crying.
Everyone is trying, and everyone is getting fed up, but these days there is a quiet desperation to see this through till the end. The red badge of courage is not for us all, but all are in their way standing up to the tall mountains and deep rivers that separate the proles and the ruling.
It is time, once again, to ring the bells of the temple of the king. Outside in the moving forest, Einstein and God play a game of dice while Draupadi looks on, wondering about the brightness of a thousand suns.
It takes a while to get there, and your path is long and your progress may be slow. But the madness must be slain, for the heart of darkness is crying.
Everyone is trying, and everyone is getting fed up, but these days there is a quiet desperation to see this through till the end. The red badge of courage is not for us all, but all are in their way standing up to the tall mountains and deep rivers that separate the proles and the ruling.
It is time, once again, to ring the bells of the temple of the king. Outside in the moving forest, Einstein and God play a game of dice while Draupadi looks on, wondering about the brightness of a thousand suns.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
he stoops to concur
(yesterday, post-mid term)
denny: so, how did it go?
me: (rolls eyes) man, it was pretty brutal.
denny: well, it always helps to get it out of the way.
me: I know. I feel so much better. It's just that this was so rough...
denny: Yeah, Just gets that way sometimes.
me: Why does he have to be like that?
denny: Well, he can't help it you know. He is a big man.
denny: so, how did it go?
me: (rolls eyes) man, it was pretty brutal.
denny: well, it always helps to get it out of the way.
me: I know. I feel so much better. It's just that this was so rough...
denny: Yeah, Just gets that way sometimes.
me: Why does he have to be like that?
denny: Well, he can't help it you know. He is a big man.
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