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Kill-SwitchThe Power WithIn 11 December JugalbhandhiThe recent noise that overwhelmed Bangalore,
the Bangalore
... oops the Bengalooru Habba had a sweeping effect on most people. The habba;
basically meaning festival in its vernacular had a lot of activities and shows
that entertained the most cosmopolitan crowd ... in short people of Bangalore. A show in this
set that came to my notice was the musical by Shivan Mani and a known temple
drumming group from Kerala. They are supposed to have created and perfected on
of the most amazing Jugalbhandi ever. This was an actual comment from my close
friend and my friend’s dad who was just blown away by the synchronization the
special musical instruments that was made of cymbals and oil and what not. It’s
been about 2 days and my friend’s dad still has the same amount of enthusiasm
when he explains how Shiva Mani and the temple drumming troop played. I really
bow to that man for his amazing music. Btw... Before I forget, I also happened
to create my own Jugalbhandi... in my own back yard or as most of Europe calls it - Mixing. I surely have tried my hands at trial music mixing software
but have never got close to mixing anything. Actually, nothing. But my
Jugalbhandi well it just happened; right outta the blue, just like that. I happened to be traveling this morning by the office bus
trying to get to office as soon as possible so that I could check my mails and
well, get on with my work. But before that there is a ritual that I follow, my
travel in the bus is not lonely, I am accompanied by my faithful iPod, every
single Day. I usually listen to some music that are played in the coolest clubs
in Europe especially on Monday mornings so as to drive away the blues and yep
as always I happened to be listening to a live mix by John Askew It so happened
that I had just attended a call about a missing key, moments ago and had
reduced the volume for the same reason. I had completely forgotten that they
volume was lower than normal and continued to listen to it at the same level. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaakkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkksheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"..
Wondering what that is.?? Well that was the sneeze from a person sitting right
behind be in the bus. This sneeze was so perfectly timed. John Askew lowered
the Tempo of the music and slows down the pace. When the tempo is on a rise
there is a brief moment of pause and this was perfect! Just perfect the Sneeze
fitted in that pause like the missing piece of a jigsaw puzzle and left me
perplexed for a while. The lowering of the tempo happened two more times and my
fellow bus mate promptly sneezed at the same time. Well you have it now. A detailed text descript of my very
own Jugalbhandi. It doesn't matter how and what music you mix with what, I
think the bottom line is you must know when to mix what with what and then only
it would become homogenous and that I suppose is the rule of nature! Hats off to the Jugalbhandi!! 2 October I Blog, I really do!!It seems like there are many things in life that don’t come easy, ah well easy I also meant cheap and all would definitely agree with me that blogging is one of them. Blogging takes most of your time, considering the fact that I am blogging for the past two years I should not have made statements of this sort. But No, what I really meant is, take a look at what MSN did to most of our spaces. My earlier space theme was like the really cool, the dark lord with a fluorescent gun kinds (I game, yes at the age of 23) now all it looked like was a blob of some green slimy substance that, mostly some alien had yes, spate out. So it took me about 3 months to figure what new theme to add and yep, here it is finally I got myself a new theme. Well, I am actually lying. I didn’t have the bloody time to switch on the computer let alone connect to the internet so these goes one of the main reasons - I had made a Sicilian out of myself in reference to the internet.
I was recently going through the Who’s who of 2006 (I mean, my personal version) and three of my friends popped in my head instantaneously. Let’s call the first Mr. N, actually all their names start with N so it would be better of with the N1, N2 and N3 more like isotopes of nitrogen. Moving on, N1 a tall seriously bugger, seems mostly Scottish, a staunch follower of highly fundu ethics and has a slight attitude problem. Pondering over N2, well his claim to fame has be his float, yes he claims he was floating, Mid air when one of our lesser brainy dweebs barged into his room and destroyed the cheap air travel experiment for reasons unknown till know. Well, this guy totally spiritual and swears but spirits and we leave him there to gather adjectives for the third N, the N3. This is the most unique of all Ns. His claim to fame is errm I really wonder if he ever did claim anything, but this boy a short dark bright young man, capable of turning the Indian business upside down, and of course has a receding shore over his head with reasons he explains are only hereditary. Anyways these three boys were out baking in the sun at N1’s house and suddenly they saw something unusual. Yes, they saw a man taking time off for himself. They saw a man peeing right in front of N1’s house. Our boys, true environmentalists that they were, were concerned about the fact that too much of sulfur pumped to those money plants would do no good so N1 shouts across
“Hey, what is this?” Pointing to the place where usually no one does.
The man is basically stunned, doesn’t know what the hell is happening. Our two cool (referred to as kewl in Bangalore Lingo) wing men retreat to the barricades of N1’s house and watch the show. N1 still pointing and saying and saying stuff that he should not have said and is red with anger, the man calm and cool does his job, catches the pointing hand of N1 twists it breaks one of his fingers and walks off. Ah now I really wonder where the hell the two wing men were! Well, poor, ethical N1 got the brunt of it. He had a broken finger for about a month or so just because he wanted to set things straight .I seriously respect your efforts mate. May be some day you will break his finger. J
Finally it’s nice to be back and be typing gibberish so that one could read. Hi to all.. ..
10 July The Grass on the other side, is not exactly Greener!After a very long thought process which included with kind of ideas I might be giving my blog readers, I came up with this blog. This topic was so strongly embedded in my head that I had to write something about it. I just could not stay quiet. The moment this thought came to me, the first time, I was totally swept off my feet, to say. I have always been curious to find out what is on the other side or how would the absence of this make one feel. Or to put it in a better perspective I want to know how one would feel, when he has a fair idea of the fact that this is going to be absent. Well, I will not drive you round and round any more. I am talking about life and death. I want to know from each one of you, and I really mean each one of you as to what you would do if you knew it was your last day. If you knew that you would miss all these fascinating things that you have lived with for years. I just want your thoughts, do share the same. I would love to post your thoughts as a part of my blog itself but first it needs to make its way to the comments.
To start with I will drag in my personal account. Well, if it were to be my last day then the one thing I would love to do is stay quiet and just enjoy all that I have normally enjoyed in my daily life. Be it music or movies or well just a gaze at the tree. The fact that I would not do anything extraordinary is because I have always been curious as to what might have been on the other side of life or to say how it would feel if there was absence of life. So I would simply live it just like any other day.
I hope you would contribute to this because I am just way too curious! 4 June Manoranjan - School Diaries EP - 2Seems like the work I get paid for is taking much of my time. Well cannot blame it, can I? It pays, so it takes. But this of course is killing my blogging. Well Kind of, Almost. So now I have sworn that I will write as and when I can and please do not blame me for any late postings, well, only if there is anyone taking a look at my blog in the first place.
Recall the times when one was in school and think, were there any fat people in school? Did you have a hard time controlling your laugh? Seeing them walk and run. Well let me be a bit more clear here as I have nothing against fat people, I am fat myself. But the fact is for some reason they always seem amusing. Now how do fat people and Entertainment in your vernacular come in the same context? Give me five and you will find out.
I have this friend of mine, who for some reason cannot be quiet at any point of time. Not that I am boasting of my decency but it’s just that his actions are more in the visible spectrum and mine, well in the invisible. So this friend of mine is in class and bored to death. The lunch break is on and he doesn’t know of anything that could make his day exciting. Suddenly he sees the two most fat people of our class and something flashes in his mind (For the two fat people (A kind request) - “Please do not hunt me down for this”) One of them happens to be male X and well, the other a female Y. So what this friend tells all of us is this.
My Friend: - “Hey what if X and Y get married?”
Mr. Z: - “Huh?”
My Friend: - “Listen X and Y will get married it seems. Now what happens is that they are bored to death, as they don’t know what to do. They try to have all kinds of fun. They play, they do that they do this but still its not entertaining it seems”
Mr. Z: - “Ok and??”
My Friend :- (Finally drops the bomb) “So they finally mate and have a baby it seems. And they will be very happy after this it seems. Now because they had this baby and they had lot of fun and entertainment having it, THEY WILL NAME IT MANORANJAN”
Oh mamma! And now all the guys listening to him lost all grips on their sense. They were rolling on the floor laughing like helpless creatures trying to recover after a great disaster. But, failed. It spread across the class like a wild fire, just uncontrollable. Now the fat male came to know of this and was fast enough to spot the creator. He held my friend’s neck up against and wall and swore to tear him into pieces, huge that he was, my friend didn’t dare speak, not even an apology. The poor fat boy now totally red came to his senses and had a better idea. He decided to escalate the situation across to the Vice – Principal. It was those times when you would dread going to the Vice – Principal’s office unless you wanted a transfer certificate.
So my fat friend (Now all my sympathies are with him) dragged my friend to the VP’s office little knowing what was awaited. When I was in school any matter that was escalated was of prime importance for all the students, so there were about 15 people marching behind our fat friend to the vice principal’s office. My fat friend went up to the VP and narrated to her the whole issue. One thing is for sure, how much ever wise you might be, how much ever respectable in age you might be but if there is one in a million wise cracks you hear, trust me, you just can’t control laughing and that’s exactly what happened to my VP. Poor lady, I could not, ever, blame her for not handling this issue. This was such an amazing joke that she just burst out. She could not control it. She was laughing big time in front of all the 15 students. She tried so hard to control her laugh and to handle the situation but she just could not. Well my fat friend disgusted left the room head hung low and my VP finally gathering a serious face tried to voice something to my friend but she couldn’t. I think she did enjoy it that day, I must say. Well, so if you are fat then please stay away from this friend of mine because you never know when, how and from where his wise cracks will hit you. May be from your boss itself.
Well I think I am undergoing cerebral atrophy now and feel its time I STOP. 30 April My town, Be-Aware when you are around..Disclaimer: This is solely aimed towards those air heads ,gaudy dressed northies whose sense of styling is nothing beyond the florescent color pens of a 2 year old and whose views are so jaundiced that I think its time they wipe it off their eyes and starting looking at the actual picture. Others, well may just chill out Bangalore Style……
Well as a pre-requisite I just thought we clear off some myths for you guys.
Myths We do not have a sense of styling. We hardly know what clothes to wear. We never can ever make ourselves appealing. No sense of fashion.
We do not have a good choice in music all we listen to is some guy yakking in a microphone that’s called rock or else listen to some kind of a new Age synthesizer that creates music just by the press of a button.
When it comes to dance music all we listen to is sounds. Well, it seems rather weird that we dance to all kinds of sounds that probably your mother used to create with the utensils when she hardly knew what to cook or how to cook.
A Bike is used only as a final desperate emergency situation medium of transport. It usually serves it purpose well when you are in need of quick bite or to get a hair cut or to drop off the curry your mother made for your irritating aunt.
Realities Firstly guys from Bangalore have their own styling. We define it, we wear it, and we set the trend and that’s about it. We do not wear pants that go beyond our feet and that come in handy as a mobile foot rug integrated.
Well, we being a cosmopolitan; adore all sorts of music and some of them are Rock, Trance, Hip–Hop and Rap. And these kinds are performed by talented artists and not by just some son of a production company owner who is doing this for a past time as he has got bored of driving his new car around.
Dance. Look around when you are here, In a Discotheque or just at any party, you would find people dancing away to glory with the most elegant moves and not doing things with their hands that only look like watering the hanging plants.
The bike, yes bike is a means of transport; it’s also more than that. It is something that we use to refresh ourselves. A quick drag on the closest speedway is something similar to a cerebral orgasm. We use it to get a new life not a new hair cut!
Having said all this I think its time you guys understand that you can’t just land up and chide our culture; it’s got lot more depth than what you possibly could even imagine. Don’t even try to impregnate your ways to the people here. We do not want it. And this trend could only be seen by insecure people who are part of a Dwindling Culture. |
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