tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73117722011-08-21T11:46:30.285-04:00My grandmother used to always chant "Rama rama rama" which after sometime would sound like "Mara mara mara" which in Mallu means "Tree tree tree".Kogi Kaishakuninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17188744082063158213noreply@blogger.comBlogger731100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311772.post-89611503006263716652010-02-07T18:47:00.003-05:002010-02-15T23:21:34.873-05:00

The restaurant was murky. It was almost as if a mist had invaded it. Thankfully the food was delicious. Even my Father seemed to be enjoying his tofu pho. My Mother looked a little displeased with the ambiance but then again being displeased is her usual state. I leaned back in my chair, quietly content, gazing around at my aunts, uncles and cousins whom I had magically brought together for a

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“You can't blame the locals; they have never seen such women. Foreign tourists must maintain a certain degree of modesty in their clothing. Walking on the beaches half-naked is bound to titillate the senses,” New Delhi's Mail Today newspaper quoted Pamela Mascarhenas, Goa's deputy director of tourism, as saying Friday.To the Deputy Director of Tourism, GoaPamela Mascarhenas,By making the

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My phone was whistling. The caller id revealed it was Mohanlal. Sometimes I wish for the days when each phone caller was revealed only after the first words were spoken. But that little hint of the unknown is no longer with us. At least for a change ML's greeting was not the predictable what's up chutiye. Instead it was... ML: Macha, I think I am in trouble. I was standing outside sucking on a

Kogi Kaishakuninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17188744082063158213noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311772.post-31136053519504784192007-11-25T23:57:00.001-05:002009-09-24T22:09:37.613-04:00

“Do you want to listen to some music while we sleep”, I asked her. “Sure, that will be sweet”, she replied. “We will have to share my ear phones. Do you mind?” I queried. “We have shared much more so why not ear phones too”, she said with that mischievous smile that I knew I was going to miss. I silently handed her an ear piece and turned on the soundtrack of the Quiet American on my MP3 player.

Kogi Kaishakuninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17188744082063158213noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311772.post-83808136842217419302007-06-03T22:30:00.002-04:002009-07-24T18:33:18.644-04:00

Part IPart IIThe Singaporean’s name was Nek and he seemed quite happy to see us. We were bewildered. “Boys, you should have waited for me before venturing into the Tower”, he quipped excitedly gesturing towards the building behind us. We had no idea what he was talking about. Wenerd and I glanced back and the Tower stood there looking ominously back at us. Nek had his arms around our shoulders

Kogi Kaishakuninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17188744082063158213noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311772.post-62496943814619678902007-05-15T03:19:00.000-04:002007-05-15T03:42:52.772-04:00

All the way from down under jadeeyez showed me :The Singhs

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A neela vacuum cleaner magically appeared at my doorstep a few weeks ago. I first spied it sitting outside my apartment one evening after a days work. I have no idea how it got there. There was much speculation about it between me and Aaromal. I was afraid it was a booby trapped apparatus left outside by a certain ex-girlfriend. I was afraid to even test it out. Aaromal wanted to plug it and then

Kogi Kaishakuninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17188744082063158213noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311772.post-47413952824569404682007-04-19T20:09:00.000-04:002007-04-19T23:41:42.579-04:00

Ms. Flipflopsinwinter was always full of fun, humor and laughter. I tried in vain to make her feel blue and melancholic. I then prayed to the lower level demon Azazel for a boon to help me in this endeavor. So after 120 straight days of being melancholic, he appeared before and thundered, "Buy her a blue shirt from FabIndia and you will have your wish". He then disappeared in a "puff" of smoke.On

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This is not how he would have wished to leave his mark on the World Cup 2007. But unfortunately this is the image that will be stuck in minds of billions of viewers. Bowled through bat and pad by an young fiery upstart. Hunched down as if the ball had kept low, Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar leaves his World Cup career bereft of any magic. Memorable magic on the sport field can happen when the chips are

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Part IWe found ourselves in a large room with rows of tables and chairs. There was a stage at the far end. On the whole it looked like a cross between a restaurant and a hospital dorm. A few people were eating in a corner. There a bunch of beautiful Asian women in identical pink dresses walking around. One of them came towards us and led us to a table. We followed without asking any questions. We

Kogi Kaishakuninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17188744082063158213noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311772.post-91463040771190362542007-02-06T23:24:00.000-05:002007-02-18T22:42:32.846-05:00

The lights of the TopTown Karaoke shimmered and beckoned. "Let’s put one bugger, before we go", whispered Wenerd. I obeyed him. We allowed the carcinogens infused with wonderful kaya to seep into our conscious. I know not if we were conscious from that point on. We walked towards the building with the blinding lights like knights before a conquest.We were accosted by a lower level demon outside

Kogi Kaishakuninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17188744082063158213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311772.post-1168623033119595022007-01-12T12:27:00.000-05:002007-01-12T12:30:33.133-05:00

Best song lyrics of the month:Girls who are boysWho like boys to be girlsWho do boys like theyre girlsWho do girls like theyre boysAlways should be someone you really love -Blur

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Aardon & Pardon went to the garden.Aardon died.Who left?Pardon?Aardon & Pardon went to the garden.Aardon died.Who left?Pardon!Aardon & Pardon went to the garden.Aardon died.Who left?Pardon.Aardon & Pardon went to the garden.Aardon died.Who left?Pardon Aardon & Pardon went to the garden.Aardon died.Who left?

coriander salamanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04366874782031678556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311772.post-1166857617405053132006-12-23T02:06:00.000-05:002006-12-23T02:06:57.416-05:00

I am missing something...I will know what it is when I find it...

Kogi Kaishakuninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17188744082063158213noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311772.post-1161585390092817302006-10-23T02:18:00.000-04:002006-10-23T02:45:58.823-04:00

The kayak skimmed the crest of the wave, chopping its way through. There was not another human in sight.Black flowers blossomFearless on my breath 1Large boats shimmered on the horizon. The ocean carried me towards them on the swell of its deep breath.Water is my eyeMost faithful mirror 1I was at peace floating on the reflection of the clear blue sky. But this phantasmagoria was missing the

Kogi Kaishakuninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17188744082063158213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311772.post-1158899430755697482006-09-22T00:22:00.000-04:002006-09-22T00:30:30.783-04:00

An ex- close friend of an ex-boyfriend of mine was passing through my new town. So we went out to dinner. He likes sushi so I researched and found the best sushi place I was told about. We eventually reached sushi ko at around 10. It is a small restaurant. The waitress was friendly but sleepy and when we asked her if the person sitting at one end of the sushi bar near the bathroom was Andre

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I had bought tickets for the Pink Martini concert many moons ago. I was waiting for some strange person to show up who could be dragged there for company. Low and behold, Ms. Flipflopsinwinter appeared. She seemed strange enough and off we went...The lead singer of band, China Forbes is hot, gorgeous with a voice that can hypnotise you. To top it off she sings in five different languages and

Kogi Kaishakuninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17188744082063158213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311772.post-1158333919399236242006-09-15T11:16:00.000-04:002006-09-15T11:32:12.326-04:00

I dont often lend cigarettes, just the same way as I dont lend optimisim. Not out of choice, but somehow I very rarely come across people asking for one. These days, nobody cares. Everyone seems to have their pack or nobody seems to want to ask a stranger. The days of sharing cigarettes are long gone I realise; the days of university. I often look forward to offering a cigarette to some one

wenerdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16326045017665188823noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311772.post-1156734222230456502006-08-27T22:55:00.000-04:002006-08-27T23:03:42.250-04:00

No time for depressionNo time for melancholyCan't sell your soul for peace of mind 1I wish for happier days1. Square One by Tom Petty

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Prologue:Things have been disappearing. And, they disappear, while I am in transit, mysteriously. Oooooooooh. Take for example my father's glasses, he wore them at my aunt's place which is a block from the sugarcane-juicewalla who is on the end of our block. On his way back home, down the street to the juicewalla and then right turn to go up the slope into the elevator into his 9th floor fancy

coriander salamanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04366874782031678556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311772.post-1156554825896123132006-08-25T21:05:00.000-04:002006-08-25T22:01:06.786-04:00

Some of you may have heard of Tenacious D? Among their many great compositions is a song called **** her gently. Me thinks you should all listen to it. Here is a lyrical fragment: "And then you say hey I bought you flowersAnd then you say wait a minute sallyI think I got somethin in my teethCould you get it out for meThat's fuckin teamwork "You know what I think is Fuckin Teamwork? BUNTY -->

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that,o minha maconhaminha torcidaminha queridaminha galerao minha cachoeiraminha meninaminha flamengaminha capoeirao minha mi ninaminha queridaminha Valeria...o minha malocaminha laricaminha cachaçaminha cadeiaminha vagabundaominha vidaminha membembeminha ladeirao minha meninaminha queridaminha Valeriao minha torcidaminha flamengaminha cadeiao minha maconhaminha torcidaminha queridaminha

wenerdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16326045017665188823noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311772.post-1156100506131380242006-08-20T14:51:00.000-04:002006-08-20T15:01:46.146-04:00

Courtesy of Websites as graphs. I wonder if it means anything...

Kogi Kaishakuninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17188744082063158213noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311772.post-1155966837042763762006-08-19T01:26:00.000-04:002006-08-19T02:02:15.243-04:00

I always thought that Tom Petty and the Heartbreaker's "Pack up the plantation" was one of the best live albums ever. I think that now needs to be replaced with the concert that took place last night at the Tweeter center in Camden, NJ. It can be released under the title, "Unpack the plantation".The band played to a packed record breaking crowd. Never before have so many people been fit into the

Kogi Kaishakuninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17188744082063158213noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311772.post-1154199226144830342006-07-29T14:52:00.000-04:002006-07-29T14:53:46.166-04:00

nevertheless, ..

wenerdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16326045017665188823noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311772.post-1153024419920634402006-07-16T00:23:00.000-04:002006-07-18T01:44:23.926-04:00

I woke up and shook the dreams from my hair and then jumped out of my skin. There was something moving underneath my blanket and it was not my hand. Soon a head with red hair emerged out and then it all came flooding back. Last night at a bar called OCD, I had drunk myself to death and hooked up with this red haired woman. Her name I know not. I have no idea why she decided to drive me back to my

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_____________________________________________From: Kogi KaishakuninSent: Monday, June 26, 2006 6:48 PMTo: ManagerSubject: Status meetingI won’t be there for the status meeting tomorrow. I am staying home to watch Brazil vs Ghana quarter-final (11am – 1pm) :-) I will of course be in for the rest of the day/night.Kogi Kaishakunin_____________________________________________From: Manager Sent:

Kogi Kaishakuninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17188744082063158213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311772.post-1150821570929396342006-06-20T12:16:00.000-04:002006-06-21T10:47:42.503-04:00

I always wondered when I was sitting at Knopfler's 2005 concert about those guys near the stage and how did they get those tickets. This year, the future President of America, Zen and I were one of those guys. I don't have any words to describe this concert. The picture says it all. We had 5th row seats and towards the end, Zen and I went right up to the stage. Technically his 2005 concert blew

Kogi Kaishakuninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17188744082063158213noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311772.post-1150768718197441632006-06-19T21:47:00.000-04:002006-06-22T14:03:26.823-04:00

Sitting in the cool,conditioned booksellers cafe,when I hear, "I'm really offendedyou suggested that. Sir,"cross little rosy-cheeked white waitress, rosier,flustered at not-so-white accusation,While I searched for my voice,words whichmay well be vords,vich vell may, BE words.I am a hindi-spiced English speaker you see,Distracted by the disputeand rosy cheeks, pretendingaspiring to be rosy,

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This is one of the scariest videos I have seen in a long time. It is scary to see how something like democracy can be twisted into a system resembling fascism. Lee Kuan Yew radiates evil across the screen. You can see that he has a personality and aura which instills fear in people around him. So hats off to my dear friend KK, the man in blue, who stood his ground and exchanged barbs with Yew

Kogi Kaishakuninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17188744082063158213noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311772.post-1150277648662689422006-06-14T04:31:00.000-04:002006-06-14T05:37:09.313-04:00

I told you olredi..awbon see iyn hya loee wang seeakekekekek.... Are, tek a teksi laahi told him olredi dat i huv pain in stomach osoMee tho chan ee aaw to chan, to chankekekeke.....ennada, elam soukiyama?why dont u buy sos oso?kekekeke.....vatta, ommale yechu kudhii told him oredi that i am feeling nauseous. he flew away nxt day orediif not teksi, tek a donkey laahteri ma kitell MM laah, he will

wenerdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16326045017665188823noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311772.post-1150259879413278482006-06-14T00:36:00.000-04:002006-06-14T00:37:59.426-04:00

I recently saw the video of Dire Straits's "Brothers in Arms" on TV after eons. It brought back memories... I first saw it when I was in high school thanks to Wenerd who would record MTV videos on VHS and pass them on to me since I did not have cable :-)It remains one of the coolest videos ever made...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xeh6hSzlVRk

Kogi Kaishakuninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17188744082063158213noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311772.post-1144298649223111112006-04-06T00:24:00.000-04:002006-04-06T00:44:09.233-04:00

They were my fish. Cichlids. I need someone or something to constantly look after- Aslan died first - I decided he was greedy. Then I guess Gandalf got lonely.Or maybe its just me.

Nukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08867542555612029628noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311772.post-1143884587790746722006-04-01T04:31:00.000-05:002006-04-01T04:43:08.413-05:00

So that's the slogan for 'Citizens for a better Hyderabad'- but what to do- this city has no patience- Traffic is a beatch. As is everything else here... NOTHING changes- just faces and the buildings. It's a lot more trendy and hip and all that- but you can't go from A to B (even if its just 2 km) without wanting to kill atleast two people.So that was what I was thinking about. Tolerance. What

Nukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08867542555612029628noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311772.post-1143263920015274572006-03-25T00:15:00.000-05:002006-03-25T00:18:40.026-05:00

With dreams come responsibilitiesWhat if you have no dreams?Then you are left with your past and future.The past eating away into the future with every breath you take.The past is just your memories.And memories can lie...

Kogi Kaishakuninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17188744082063158213noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311772.post-1140591613623894142006-02-22T01:52:00.000-05:002006-02-22T02:00:13.633-05:00

still revolves around this woman. for a long time now.. sigh

wenerdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16326045017665188823noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311772.post-1140563165636703932006-02-21T18:00:00.000-05:002006-02-21T18:06:05.646-05:00

One of the greatest fuckups in this evolving civilization is the belief that "trendiness is good".Trendy - Of or in accord with the latest fad or fashion..To jump on the latest bandwagon. To be proud of the fact that I have a 'flavour of the week', which I will denounce next week when it is replaced by something new. If I'm not the one creating the trends, I'm only the one following the trend.

zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02984857656054708366noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311772.post-1140362867850834762006-02-19T10:17:00.000-05:002006-02-19T10:27:47.910-05:00

Always: one set of people troubled at the rest of the world – its got the ‘anti’s and the ‘anti-anti’s - covering a range of topics – islam, white supremacy, criminal blacks, terrorism, abuse, homosexuality, caste, religion, passports, intelligence, wealth, profession, existence, race. Everything. its all about rights and freedom and wars and protection. all division. Tolerance of yesterday

wenerdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16326045017665188823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311772.post-1139071903167232872006-02-04T11:44:00.000-05:002006-02-04T11:52:12.656-05:00

BOOBIES are large birds with long pointed wings and long bills.Boobies hunt fish by diving from a height into the sea and pursuing their prey underwater. They have facial air sacs under their skin which cushion the impact with the water. Boobies normally lay one or more chalky blue eggs on the ground or sometimes in a tree nest. Their name is based on the Spanish slang term bubi, meaning "dunce".

coriander salamanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04366874782031678556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311772.post-1138772040523916232006-02-01T00:32:00.000-05:002006-02-01T00:34:00.536-05:00

At the Bandra-Kurla complex grounds. more details at www.onetreefestival.com

wenerdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16326045017665188823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311772.post-1137430344788666762006-01-16T11:48:00.000-05:002006-01-16T11:52:24.803-05:00

Kogi Kaishakuninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17188744082063158213noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311772.post-1136506955144654942006-01-05T18:59:00.000-05:002006-01-05T19:25:20.740-05:00

Zeminky was driving and as usual he was lost. He had missed his exit long ago because he could not change lanes in time (in Zeminky's world "in time" meant around 7 miles). But it did not worry him at all. He knew that if he stayed on any road long he would end up in the beautiful New Jersey Turnpike. He could not understand why people like Zen and KK refused to believe that.He was tired of being

Kogi Kaishakuninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17188744082063158213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311772.post-1136194498641703262006-01-02T04:27:00.000-05:002006-01-02T13:21:41.846-05:00

This is my last day in the land where the koovam flows...My heart is telling me, I love you still.I change SIM cards, I change continents.Where in hell can you goFar from the things that you knowI don't want to leave but I don't want to stay either...

Kogi Kaishakuninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17188744082063158213noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311772.post-1135797212590994212005-12-28T13:36:00.000-05:002005-12-28T14:27:22.346-05:00

Keeping with holiday spirit, albeit belated, this is homage to smaller flashes in larger constellations.THEY were the 3 unwise men of the east, pretending to be otherwise;Ze En , who bore flowery syntax and dead pans,Ze Kke who bore ancient lyrics and melancholy , andZe Munky who generally bored himself. Their song went like this ..We three things of orient are,Swearing wits, we traverse afarTap

zingareehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04125815943218227465noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311772.post-1135320862679503562005-12-23T01:48:00.000-05:002005-12-23T15:13:48.870-05:00

Fact is stranger than fiction indeed...Kerela has a political party known as the Democratic Indira Congress (Karunakaran) or DIC(K) for short.I suspect the head of the party is known as the DIC(K) head.The headline read " DIC(K) prevents UDP from joining local bodies".... !!!! Make of that what you will.On a related political note, I saw the caption to a photo on the cover of a Bombay newspaper a

zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02984857656054708366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311772.post-1135234752433222032005-12-22T01:34:00.000-05:002005-12-22T02:36:22.350-05:00

Wenerd is my friend. He lives in Mumbai. He is a slave master and I am jealous of him.I was in Mumbai this past weekend (Dec 17th - 20th) visiting Wenerd for a few days and then flew back down to Chennai with Zen. Wenerd promptly picked me up from the airport and shoved me into a taxi. He immediately started arguing with the taxi driver. This was when I first saw his slave master side.(The

Kogi Kaishakuninhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17188744082063158213noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311772.post-1134662252561338932005-12-15T10:13:00.000-05:002005-12-15T11:55:50.046-05:00

Zeminky was contemplating the infinite emptiness of his mind as his apartment lift was descending. He let out a loud and satisfying fart as he was prone to do so in moments of such contemplation. It was then that he noticed his petite and cute neighbor, whom he always meant to hit on, standing in the other corner of the lift. He gave her a sheepish grin and apologized. She looked up at him and

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The travelling circus consists of five Indians who live in Eastern North America They meet over long weekends and holidays such as Thanksgiving. The group’s meetings primarily consist of drinking and conversation,while other friends come and go. The group is gifted in its ability to make each other the butt of jokes, creating, a rather comfortable milieu that even temporary participants and

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The desi motherchuths at the Embassy... the assasin Lone Wolf and Cub is coming for you.The guy who took my interview was an ABCD. He was thankfully chill about me not having my Temple Univ degree with me. He asked strange questions like... "Philly!!! Have you been to any Temple basketball games? Do you like to drink in South Street?"So my "daughters", Khemcho and sister, I will be back to

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Well, I'll tell you who its not..Me.I went to watch a movie today. And as it ended, I noticed another movie was starting up in the next cinema. Eager to be cheap and not pay for a second ticket, and indulge in some victimless crime, I pondered on the job for a few seconds while in the loo, and then snuck into the second movie..hoohoo.Except that even this act raised my heart rate. I couldnt

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Drove out of the airport and was hit with the fine aroma of fermented piss.Looks like I will be spending most mornings with my head stuck with needles. Acupuncture rules!!!It’s a myth that you can no longer drive in India once you are used to driving in the US of A.Showed middle finger to a cop. It felt so good.Swore at an auto-rickshaw driver in Tamil. That felt even better. I am sure he was

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I love all of the peopleYes I share the feastSo drink up my wineAnd the song in my bonesI know the wayI can see by the moonlightClear as the dayNow come onCome follow me home 1A bespectacled, balding, 55 year old man ambled onto the stage wearing sneakers, jeans and a t-shirt and took the Mann Center by storm for two hours. To many he will always be the front man of Dire Straits but for me Mark

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Zeminky : Go to the Dylan concert we must.Kogi Kaishakunin: No!!!! Suck he does live.Zen: Old he is and die he shall soon. Go we must…And we went to watch him at the Yogi Berra stadium in Montclair, NJ. After fighting traffic on the Garden State parkway, stuffing a camera into a shoe, and an argument with a drunk obnoxious 60 year old juvenile, we waited for Dylan to show up at the stadium.

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"To me, to me", I screamed."To the sea, to the sea", she cried.A stone is thrown into a lake. It sinks to the bottom causing no ripples. The pond does not know about the stone.There are no sides. There is no left or right, top or bottom, front or back. Dying is the only way to float free. 1I walked into the ocean...And the waves washed my tears and the wind my memories. 21. "The Wind-up bird

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Somewhere along the way we went from being fire-making, hunter-gathering, animal taming men to the nacho-eating, grande latte drinking, videogame playing blokes. And the closest we come to being 'animal' (outside of rare moments in the sexual arena) is when we're killing alien-zombie hybrids on a ring shaped planet on Halo. Or is it... ? When mulling on this very question, I came upon another

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In keeping with the general theme of my blogs, I'll probably live to regret saying this.. but here goes... A little while ago, and perhaps under the influence of substances of a dubious nature, i made an interesting realization.Having a kid is like developing a crack habit."What is this blasphemous bollocks he spouts?" I hear you say.. but hear me out. So what do crackheads and parents have in

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So here I am burning midnight oil most nights... not for myself, but to stay awake and keep people I know company. Lately I have wondering if its more difficult to have a successful career - you know- like work hard at getting ahead in the rat race- make tonnes of money which you have time to spend... or live the good life by not having all that success and money to deal with... who am I kidding.

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March 5th 1930 hrs at Bandra-Kurla complex, a dream will come alive. not with dire straits though. some numbers that will be played - calling elvis, walk of life, heavy fuel, what it is, R&J, sultans, money for nothing, so far away, on every street, brothers in arms, pyroman, done with bonaparte, junkie doll, prairie wedding, speedway at nazareth, telegraph road, and hopefully 'once upon in a

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Chungking express - Takeshi Kaneshiro, Tony Leung, Brigitte Lin, Faye Wong Watched the movie last week. directed by this guy called Wong Kar-Wai based out of HK. heard a lot about this and other movies he had made from a person who has been hunting for a very long time for the Chungking. had briefly attempted seeing another movie of his called 'happy together' a while back (the viewing got

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I am sure that many people went to view this film to see the acting of Hilary Swank as a 32 year old boxer. A lot of you would have gone because you were die hard Eastwood fans. I went because I wanted to hear the voice of Morgan Freeman. His voice as Red hypnotized and captivated me many years ago in Shawshank Redemption. It did not fail to do so again. I can’t count the number of times when I

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I was meant to pick up my friends, la padrona del sole and the evil cousins, from their university on Friday evening. So I sent an email to her Gmail account asking her when they want to be picked up. Gmail decided that she was a lady looking for some hank panky and embedded the following sponsored links in the email... Sponsored Links: Big Single Ladies PhotosFor BBW's seeking relationships

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That was the sign off message on the email from Aditman on his last email. If you are wondering what Unicum is…it is the most foul smelling and evil tasting liqueur ever brewed on Earth. The first time I had it was this past Thanksgiving. After a night of drinking out with Zen, Aditman, the Salamander and la padrona del sole, my inebriated state prompted me to down three shots of it with the

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Its late in the day I know, but it pisses me off. Its when I read people still talking about Sonia Gandhi's "selfless" act of giving up the Prime Ministership! To my mind its simple - she chickened out (kudos to her though for positioning the truth so well). Selflessness all balls. Reminds me of the shit I heard right through early years in school, from hindi classes to moral science and civics :

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Chennai,Jan 4th 1997It was another warm lazy day in Chennai and I was contemplating if I should go and attend classes at the esteemed center of learning called Crescent Engineering College. Seeing that a dosage of boredom would do me good after the past few days of fun and frolic, I decided to go.As I was sitting in the hall wearing my shoes and hurriedly drinking my cup of tea, reflex action

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I watched 'before sunset' too. And I suppose it had the same sort of effect on me. But just in a less poetic way. It made me wonder about ex-girlfriends, and what they mean.. and as Celine said 'each person I loved left me with something, and perhaps a part of me will always love them'. (or words to that effect).. which seems to be a bit of a theme in my life recently. Doing the relationship

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i loved her before sunrise i loved her before sunset and then i let her go so she could love someone else...

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I just got back from seeing The Corporation. It’s a documentary that looks at the birth and growth of the corporation and its effect on society and the environment. Have to say that it is one of the best documentaries that I have ever seen and a very scary one at that. Couple of the scenes were very disturbing. Especially the one where a commodities trader said that the first thing that came to

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If you are one of those who think that Quentin Tarrantino is GOD and can do no wrong, please don't read any further. I too think he is Godlike director, but with Kill Bill Vol 2 he definitely slipped a notch in my book. I have my reasons. To start off, I LOVED Kill Bill Vol 1. I loved the characters, the music, the fight choreography, the storyline and the little ways Q paid tribute to those

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Loacation: Chennai, India Date: Dec 6th 2002 Scenario: 4 healthy individuals after a healthy dose of Ganga Jamuna (a potent herbal cocktail, best smoked) have transformed themselves into alligators and are lazing in the afternoon heat safe within the room known as Zen's lair. Characters (in order of appearance): Male - Wenerd KK, Zen / Female: Nuka Wenerd: What is the bugger saying man? KK: I am

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Slashdot Gene Therapy Turns Slackers Into Workaholics The corporate world would love to have this become a drug and come out into the market. I can envision a sign saying "All employees are ordered to eat breakfast before they begin work". But maybe this would be a good thing as people claim that work is rewarding. So a nation of workaholics would be a happy nation? But then all people would

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For the first time in my life, I went to watch a movie alone and felt threatened in the theatre. I have felt threatened a few times in my life. During the early days of ragging in my undergraduate college back home. While waiting for subway late at night in North Philly. But those instances were in places and scenarios where something nasty could have happened. But here I was in a theatre in

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to do a first blog in a drunken haze is something i'll probably live to regret. but seeing as i'm in a state of flux where nothing much is happening, i have nothing much to report. (is this blog just to you guys or to the world at large?) so i just got back from dinner at a friend's place, and met up with someone i've met many times before. but tonight felt very different. for a start, we were

zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02984857656054708366noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311772.post-1089951748449569712004-07-16T00:11:00.000-04:002004-07-16T01:44:54.603-04:00

Sometimes I wonder why I even bother going to concerts. The artists never play the song I want (Joan Baez - Farewell Angelina, Rush - Subdivisions, PPM - In the early morning rain). I bet Knopfler will not play "Hand in hand" or "Silvertown" in his 2005 tour.  Not my fault if I always like the offbeat numbers.I wanted to hear Ms. Carpenter play "John Doe #24"...never happened. I even screamed out

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