Tuppence and a whiff of Blue Mountain

2007-01-03T12:28:00.000-08:00

Mr. Srivastava

2007-01-03T12:24:00.000-08:00

A Different Shade of French

2006-12-25T10:26:00.000-08:00

Twist and Shout

2006-12-25T10:22:00.000-08:00

Christmas in Nashik

2006-12-25T09:59:00.000-08:00

Aqua Vitae

2006-12-25T09:49:00.000-08:00

Murky Depths

2006-12-25T09:41:00.000-08:00

Triumverate

2006-12-25T09:38:00.000-08:00

Messy Do

2006-12-25T09:36:00.000-08:00

Turned on Your Head

2006-12-25T09:34:00.000-08:00

Warped reality

2006-12-25T09:30:00.000-08:00

Poolside Paradise

2006-12-11T11:01:00.000-08:00

Turn On Your Love Light

2006-12-07T11:33:00.000-08:00

Down the Rabbit Hole

2006-11-07T00:21:00.001-08:00

Vishwesh Black.

2006-11-07T00:21:00.000-08:00

Vishwesh White.

2006-11-06T11:57:00.000-08:00

Mehta.

2006-11-06T06:47:00.000-08:00

Scarlet Begonia.

Mark the music.

2006-11-03T21:55:00.000-08:00

For do but note a wild and wanton herd,
Or race of youthful and unhandled colts,
Fetching mad bounds, bellowing and neighing loud,
Which is the hot condition of their blood;
If they but hear perchance a trumpet sound,
Or any air of music touch their ears,
You shall perceive them make a mutual stand,
Their savage eyes turn'd to a modest gaze
By the sweet power of music: therefore the poet
Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones and floods;
Since nought so stockish, hard and full of rage,
But music for the time doth change his nature.
The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils;
The motions of his spirit are dull as night
And his affections dark as Erebus:
Let no such man be trusted. Mark the music.

The Merchant of Venice – Act 5, Scene 1. Lines: 77-95.

2006-10-24T12:58:00.000-07:00

Pure Evil.

2006-10-23T12:15:00.000-07:00

Data Encryption.

2006-10-05T12:53:00.000-07:00

StarBurst.

2006-10-03T11:50:00.000-07:00

OpticalIllusion.

2006-10-03T11:49:00.000-07:00

Midnight Sun.

2006-09-18T13:02:00.000-07:00

Braille for the Colour Blind.

2006-09-17T13:15:00.000-07:00

Hi-Tide.

2006-09-17T09:40:00.000-07:00

Pyschedelic Sunrise.

2006-09-16T13:38:00.000-07:00

3rd Eya.

2006-09-16T13:37:00.000-07:00

Grayscale.

2006-09-16T13:36:00.000-07:00

Radiance.

2006-09-15T13:25:00.000-07:00

The Surf's Up!

2006-09-15T12:32:00.001-07:00

Optical Interfearence.

2006-09-15T12:32:00.000-07:00

Photon Emission.

2006-09-15T12:05:00.000-07:00

Vapour Trails.

2006-09-12T13:03:00.000-07:00

Death Don't Have No Mercy.

2006-09-09T11:50:00.000-07:00

Glass Celing.

2006-09-06T13:33:00.000-07:00

The Missing Peace.

2006-09-03T11:16:00.000-07:00

Veiled Silence.

2006-09-03T11:03:00.000-07:00

Spin Cycle.

2006-09-03T10:54:00.000-07:00

Diagonal Elements.

2006-09-03T03:07:00.000-07:00

Ringed Circus.

2006-08-14T12:43:00.000-07:00

Caves Of Cagancho.

2006-08-03T21:26:00.000-07:00

Stay In The Loop.

Wave Motion Gun.

2006-07-30T19:44:00.000-07:00

Flaky friends, a bunch of dancing Hare-Krishna's and the first in a series of never ending monday morning tests are enough to get anyones nads in a bunch. First things first, when blatantly selfish people cant, or refuse to change their flaky ways, either deal with them on your terms only, or cut them out of your life. You can do without the headache of having to constantly second guess them.

All out, take no prisoners kind of rain, tiny winding lanes, a BEST bus and a bunch of hedonistically motivated Hare-Krishna's do not make for good bed fellows. Especially when a couple of the happy flock decide that the best way to placate irate motorists is to try and sell them some of their damn propaganda booklets, with some crazy drug induced maniacal laughing substituting for a sales pitch.

And if that was not enough to make you regret turning down the offer of a couple of towers of beer, the fact that you have to wake up at 5 in the morning to go hammer and tongs at the books definately will.

" In one big blast from your wave motion gun " - Marcy Playground(Wave Motion Gun)

2006-07-30T07:34:00.000-07:00

Ice Cream Phoenix.

2006-07-28T21:39:00.000-07:00

Scrabble Babble.

2006-07-28T03:15:00.000-07:00

Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah...

2006-07-24T11:54:00.000-07:00

Tongue Twisters.

2006-07-21T05:11:00.000-07:00

Lil Miss Muffet.

Lay, Lady, lay

2006-07-21T00:55:00.000-07:00

Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Whatever colors you have in your mind
I'll show them to you and you'll see them shine

Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile
Until the break of day, let me see you make him smile
His clothes are dirty but his hands are clean
And you're the best thing that he's ever seen

Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile
Why wait any longer for the world to begin
You can have your cake and eat it too
Why wait any longer for the one you love
When he's standing in front of you

Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead
I long to see you in the morning light
I long to reach for you in the night
Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead

- Bob Dylan.

Brain Damage/Eclipse

2006-07-17T09:32:00.000-07:00

We drummers are a fairly weird lot. Although I haven't picked up them sticks in such a long time I doubt I fit the "we", but im digressing. As I was saying we're quite an eccentric bunch. Used frequently as bottle openers, joint rollers, cigarette lighters and powder monkeys among other thing, by all and sundry. You'd think that being able to operate all four limbs independently might indicate well co-ordinated processes upstairs in the grey matter as well. Au Contraire, as most drummers will vouch for or rather all drummers friends definitely will, the ability to tattoo out a rhythm is accompanied by a couple of kinks in the mental armor. These are a couple of mine, so as to be better prepared for when they come after me with a straitjacket.

Travelling long distance i blink every time the car is exactly inbetween 2 light poles, traffic lights etc.

Evens are Right and the Odds are oh so wrong. A perfect example is the volume on the system in my car. It can only ever be on even numbers, or better round figures. A 5 or 15 are no stress, but god forbid it ever comes to rest on a 11 or worse 17.

Right is Might, quite literally. Im biased in favour of my right limbs. Not in regular activities like eating or smoking, but while crossing a tiled floor only my right foot will cross over the boundry between two tiles, right foot goes up the first stair, you get the drift.

No matter which side of the bed faces the wall, if im on my left, im facing one. If im on my right, im not.

Thats about all i can seem to remember right now. Kind of coroborates a discussion on the Hotdrum Forum. Which discusses how all drummers seem to suffer from OCD, or that they think they do, which may not necessarily be the same thing.

2006-07-14T00:46:00.000-07:00

Dark Side Of the Moon.

Dark Side Of The Moon.

2006-07-12T13:37:00.000-07:00

While the seconds hand on the clock seemingly played hide-n-seek behind the bloodied fingerprints, the clarity that had taken over at the beginning began to fade into the mist that was descending. It was a slow confused stupidity. The tentacles of the fog clouding every lucid thought in his head. Seconds slipped by, slowly turning into minutes and when he could no longer see the clock in his hand he realized that the darkness was coming to claim him. A burden, mighty as a mountain, slipped from his shoulders and he felt the onset of an ocean of peace. It was like he stood at the edge of a precipice, black storm clouds looming ominously overhead while the icy black sea eons away whipped itself into a frenzy. Ever so slowly he tipped forward, and head over heels plummeted into the darkness below. Only it was upsidedowninsideout. He felt a hand reach out and he took it gladly. In that instant realized he was being lifted upward.

The day started innocuously, like most others with college, cutting classes, afternoon makeout sessions and was going pretty well, until the moment it dawned on him that today was THE day. From that instant every thing slowed down. It was as if everything else was marching to a half time beat whereas he was the lone piper marching to reality's tune. After kissing his girlfriend goodbye went home pretending everything was normal. His only concession being on the way he stopped at a wineshop to get himself something to fortify himself. The rest of the evening slipped by with a couple of games of table tennis and scrabble.

It was only after everyone retired for the night that he put his morbid plan into action. An entire bag was filled with all the memorabilia of three years and a letter glued on top with the word "Hers" and another letter for mom and dad. Following which he locked himself into the bathroom with a liter bottle of Bacardi Limon, some Thumbs up, a red clock and a packet of 7 o'clock shaving razors.

After half the contents of the bottle were consumed, in a rather hurried manner (the gentle numbing was all that was required.) and the clock read 10:36 he realized that he had about 7 hours give or take a few to keep the appointment he had made with death. This here is an account of what transpired herein, and the life time that was lived and lost in those precious hours.

It began with a small measured gash, almost like testing the waters. Followed by three progressively deeper vicious slashes to the left wrist. The blood flowing copiously from all three wounds seemed to surprise him, the first real sign that it was actually happening and not just some ugly aberration of his mind. He toyed with it between his finger with a childlike curiosity. Sticky coagulating blood. It was his first whiff of the scent that would haunt him for a long time. Coming eventually to symbolize to him the entire episode and the ensuing chaos.

After a significant amount of sand had passed through the veritable hourglass, and an equally significant portion of the firewater was ingested was when things first started to get blurry. Somewhere out of this haze came the decision to start work on the other wrist. A short trial round then the real deal and to his fascinated horror, accompanying the torrent of life force was something yellow and slimy playing peek-a-boo from the depths of the gash.

Great leaps of time started disappearing around then and after a while the haze lifted temporarily to reveal him lying in the bath tub, which was filling with the blood pumping out of his wrists with every weakening heartbeat. He had somehow managed to paint the walls and the mirror with ghastly bloodied designs and wordings.

It was soon after that that he let the foreboding figure lift him up into the darkness. In that instant he realized a freeing of shackles that he never realized existed. What freedom in deed!!! A sort that he never in his wildest dreams could have envisioned. That's when he opened his figurative eyes and saw his former shell, his limp lifeless body lying covered in blood in the bath tub below. While he floated above, unencumbered by form, shape or size. The draw of the darkness was getting stronger by the minute, the black figure in the corner emanating an aura of fear, acceptance and comfort all in one.

Before he could make a move towards the black figure he felt a pulsating, powerful presence behind him. The black figure turned and ran, trailing his darkness behind him and simultaneously the room began to fill with a strange pulsating white light that seemed to possess a lifesource of its own. This luminance emanated from the eyes of the presence beside him, and seemed to envelope him in a cocoon of warmth. He felt himself drawn in to his body and realized that the freedom that was vanishing the more he was linked to his body was not ordained for him just yet.

The light pressed against the bodily wounds, stemming the flow of blood. It then wrapped itself around him and carried him down that stairs and placed him outside his fathers room.

MIssing Monologues.

2006-07-08T13:45:00.000-07:00

Im still in the process of figuring out how these lenthy discussions with myself can be transferred on to paper. Actually sitting and writing them out is most tedious...and the minute i have a blank page in front of me the letters evaporate into thin air. A dictaphone is useless cause i cant seem to voice these conversations, might seem a bit strange to be walking around muttering into a mic. So until they invent a telepathic recognition software these monologues are going to float arount just outside the grasp of of my lucid conscious memory.

2006-07-06T09:09:00.000-07:00

Green Beyond.

2006-07-06T09:07:00.000-07:00

Gaurav and the Technicolour Umbrella.

2006-06-25T12:06:00.000-07:00

I'd Rather Be a Forest Than A Street.

2006-06-25T12:05:00.000-07:00

Tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiny Bubbles.

2006-06-25T12:03:00.001-07:00

Lush.

2006-06-25T12:03:00.000-07:00

Tree Lined Avenue.

2006-06-25T12:01:00.000-07:00

Exit: Stage Left.

2006-06-25T12:00:00.000-07:00

Pyramid.

2006-06-25T11:59:00.000-07:00

Punked Out.

2006-06-25T11:58:00.000-07:00

Now can you do that?

2006-06-25T11:56:00.000-07:00

Water Babies.

2006-06-19T21:20:00.000-07:00

Only Pooja...no Dooja.

2006-06-19T21:19:00.000-07:00

Visitors To Our Room.

2006-06-19T21:18:00.000-07:00

Ambient Light.

2006-06-19T21:16:00.000-07:00

Upside Down.

2006-06-19T21:15:00.000-07:00

Ish Cafe.

2006-06-19T21:12:00.000-07:00

Light At The End Of The Tunnel.

2006-06-19T21:11:00.000-07:00

Solang High View.

2006-06-19T21:08:00.000-07:00

Moi.

2006-06-19T21:07:00.000-07:00

Himsberg - From The Abode Of Mystical Himalayas.

2006-06-19T09:18:00.000-07:00

Step 2-Result.

2006-06-19T09:14:00.000-07:00

Step 1.

2006-06-19T00:10:00.000-07:00

Bridge Across River Kwai.

2006-06-12T13:18:00.000-07:00

Dylan's Roasted & Toasted.

2006-06-12T13:16:00.000-07:00

Sugar Magnolia's.

2006-06-12T13:14:00.000-07:00

Skipping Cracks.

2006-06-12T13:12:00.000-07:00

Table Top View.

2006-06-12T13:10:00.000-07:00

Tibetean Graffiti.

2006-06-12T13:08:00.000-07:00

Flower Power.

2006-06-12T13:07:00.000-07:00

B.R.O. (Border Roads Organization)

2006-06-12T13:05:00.000-07:00

Curlicue.

2006-06-12T13:03:00.000-07:00

Sit back and gaze.

2006-06-12T13:01:00.000-07:00

Rainy Day Mushroom Pillow.

2006-06-12T12:59:00.000-07:00

ToadStool House.

2006-06-12T12:57:00.000-07:00

Shrooms On The Mind.

2006-06-12T12:54:00.000-07:00

The Enchanted Forest.

2006-06-12T12:52:00.000-07:00

Jr.

2006-06-12T12:51:00.000-07:00

River.

2006-06-12T12:50:00.000-07:00

Trees.

2006-06-12T12:48:00.000-07:00

Sky.

2006-06-12T12:46:00.000-07:00

Airflow.

2006-06-12T12:45:00.000-07:00

Wisteria.

2006-06-12T12:44:00.000-07:00

Airborne.

2006-06-12T12:43:00.000-07:00

Slip-Slide.

2006-06-12T12:41:00.000-07:00

2006-06-12T12:38:00.000-07:00

Chilled.

2006-06-12T12:35:00.000-07:00

Moo Cow.