Melody Divine...

i went to the Dover Lane music conference yesterday. and i have to say it was one of the most the most amazing concertz i ever saw. itz a pity lotz of todayz 'musicianz' don't like indian classical music. i think i'm really lucky coz i've learnt a lot about music over time...i mean different kindz of music. i used to learn classical vocal when i waz small(i mean not really small) and then i didn't like it a lot but now i'm happy i did coz itz helping me a lot with sitar. and after that i learnt keyboardz(synthesizer i mean) and then piano and i learnt the difference between the two. and i know how to read music. i quite like the idea of fusion and i think i'm in a state to try it coz i actually know how different the two formz of music are AND how to merge them together. now i learn tabla too so i have a pretty good idea about rythm az well. i think itz important for every musician to have an idea bout rythm. the thing iz, after learning all that music, i'm able to UNDERSTAND music when itz played. i mean really understand it.

well anyway, i hadn't been to a concert of this sort for pretty long and i didn't knwo what it would really be like. i'd never been to a full sitar or sarod recital so i was particularly eager to watch this.

the concert waz suppose to go on all night and the first performance waz a vocal recital, and the sitar waz right after that so my plan waz that i would sleep through the vocal so that i could stay awake properly for the sitar.
but it waz impossible. i never i'd like vocal that much. it waz enthralling. i mean once you start listening to it, it just putz you into a trance. i couldnt make out the first raag - i could just make out a komol ni. she sang perfectly, flawlessly, effortlessly..it looked so natural coming from her. it waz evident that there waz a LOT of improvisation. but all of it waz done so perfectly. and it really looked like she waz having a great time up there. tabla waz cool. he too played seemingly effortlessly. both the vocalist and the tabla player seemed to be so cool about everything, az if singing and playing like that waz the easiest thing on earth. they would nod their headz in pleasure and smile when she sang a particularly intricate taan and he played a brialliant tabla solo. this whole on-stage musician partnership thing made it really cool to watch. maan, it waz seriously brilliant. another thing i learnt iz that when you're having a music recital for a long time(vocal or instrumental), taals change quite a lot, even in the same raag. i try to figure out taalz for myself and i waz really worried when i couldn't recognize them for sure. at first i think itz teentaal but then i count and see that it doezn't fit however i try and i'm forced to conclude itz ektaal but then later, he startz playing a clear-cut teentaal and i go like 'oh my gosh, how could i not regocnize it earlier!!?'. then i realized taalz change and i'm not that stupid. :P

the vocal recital ended with something(it sounded like a tarana) in raag kalyan(i haven't learnt it yet but itz supposed to be close to Iman - they have the same source). divine melody. really.

after that came what i'd been waiting for - the sitar recital. Ustad Shahid Pervez and his son. a duet waz bound to be interesting. this started at around 1:00 am. now i learnt another thing. i learnt the significe of different raagas and their timing. i think this is a unique concept. every raag haz a specific time when itz played. for example, bhairav and bhairavi are early morning raagaz and (i'm not too sure) kaafi and Iman are night raagaz. now i understood why they're night raagaz. it FELT like night. and we could actually hear an owl hooting. :P
most of these night raags have a komol ni. (if i try to explain any more at this point i will get utterly confuzed and i will confuze everyone az well).
i can't say anything except that it waz brilliant. from what i've been learning, a sitar recital haz three main partz - the aalap, where the raag is introduced, the actual piece, taanz, and jhaala. this recital went on for about two hourz and there's no way i'll be able to describe it. the aalap waz beautiful. but the thing waz that there waz no clear-cut aalap or taan. everything waz like mixed up. and thatz how professional sitar playerz play. sitar haz so much of detailed handwork.
And the duet waz really good. Shahid Pervez's son lookz like one of those typical rock band guitarists - long hair and all that. really. but he playz sitar brialliantly. the table accompaniment waz also really good. the raag they played waz Chandrakosh. i can't wait to learn it.

next waz Ustad Rashid Khan on vocalz. i slept coz i waz feeling really sleepy. but my god...what a VOICE the man haz...

and the final recital of the night - Amjad Ali Khan on sarod. He played two raagz i heard of for the first time - Shubhanjali and Sahana. and then at around 5:00 am he started with bhairavi to mark the break of dawn. it waz beautiful. bhairavi with birdz chirping in the background. he broke a string in the middle and fixed a new one in a jiffy while the tabla player Shubhankar Bannerjee played solo. itz hard to imagine how someone'z handz can move that fast. and he doez that smiling away at the audience like itz a piece of cake! the end had a bit of baul too.

so i came home completely exhausted. whoa. i think i've had enough Dover lane. i waz half freezing to death dammit!! but it waz worth it. :)
i don't think i'll go next year though. itz scary.

Cold....

i quite like this weather. i quite like the cold. makes me feel very ALIVE somehow. even when the windz biting you and you're half freezing. even when your nose is so cold it could fall off. even when you're handz are so white and cold you cant feel a thing.
winter is beautiful. everything is so serene.
i love it when its dark outside. and cold. i like deserted places. i like long empty paths with lots of trees.
well, i've started talking about random thingz again. not that it matterz to me. :P
i never have anything fixed in mind when i come to blog. there are times i plan out my posts meticulously but then when i login i don't feel like writing the stuff i thought i would and i just end up typing random thingz. acutally i forget what i waz actually going to write. :P[sorry i had to interrupt the continuity but Smashing Pumpkins is an amazing band AND they have a girl bassist. mwhahahahaha. girl power!!]

i think i've grown up a lot. i mean, now i kinda realize i'm more mature than a lot of other people and thatz a nice thought. and over the past year i've learnt a bit about how to survive. i've learnt that in the end you'll have to do it all alone....i've learnt how bloody rare actual friendz are. i've learnt that people get nowhere without self-respect. there are people who don't know when to get out of thingz. i hate people who hang around where they bloody well know they're not needed. mean thing to say i know. well, a lot of times itz like it would be better off without a certain person, not because you don't like them but because they'll feel completely out of place there. but more often, people just hang around even of they have nothing to do or say.

well i had a lot more utter crap to write but my dadz shooing me off the computer so i gotta go.
ciao!

Cribbing....

I wonder how I'm going to survive in society. People...my greatest fear...people.....
No. I didn't mean PEOPLE.
I bore people so much I wonder why they ever even talk to me. I wonder why I have friendz actually. I wonder why people don't hate me. People should be avoiding me, the way I behave. I can never make friendz. Why the hell do I have to be so shy and awkward around everyone all the time? ALL THE TIME irrespective of whether I know the people or not. I can write well but why cant I talk? I write so much of utter crap all the time but why cant I talk crap when I'm needed to? I think so much but how is it that I never have anything to say?
I hate the way I avoid people without any reason whatsoever.
I like being alone a lot. Rather more than normal and thatz just plain wierd. Itz almost every day. I've gotten so used to solitude I actually like it but when I really HAVE to go around with people I just get so fed up after a while. Every time, every single time, I'm the only one who'z completely quiet. I'm the only one who never has anything to say. All I do iz just listen to other people saying thingz and laugh at their jokes and smile occassionally, but I never say anything myself. The best place for me to live would be outer space.
I wish I was more mature like other people. I wish I could handle everything properly like everyone around me.
I'm beginning to wonder how long people will be able to stick to me...
But I'm happy with the few friendz I have coz they're really good onez.
I don't bloody care about anything anymore. I've given up bothering about thingz. I never learn.
I wonder if I'll ever grow up....
I guess I should stop writing crap now...I've got a chemistry practical test tomorrow. Yuck. I've got to get the damn Kreb'z cycle into my head. I wonder why the hell I want to study biochemistry. Itz gonna be HELL!! :-O

:-P

Naked eye...

Have you ever looked at your eyes really closesly? Really really closesly?
Have you ever seen your eyes shine when sunlight falls on them from the side and they glow?
Look into a mirror and flash light on your eyes from the side.
You'll see your iris and the ciliary muscles(I think thatz what they're called) around them in a ring.
Look closesly and you'll see what lookz like raw flesh with deep radial cutz. You can see each and every groove. So raw. So wounded. Thatz really what it lookz like. Open your eyes wide and you'll see them stretch.
Itz almost revolting.
Try it.

New Year!!

So 2008 iz finally here. Not that I'd been waiting for it particularly. But itz new year and all that so wer're all suppozed to be really excited and stuff so...Happy New Year!. Blah.
I don't know...I don't like the number 8 somehow. I mean I like 7 much better. 7's really nice. :-)
Not that 8 iz that bad. Itz more a fat and cute type. What I really hate are 6 and 9. They're too ordinary. So iz 8. Very ordinary. 7 iznt ordinary. If you get what I mean. Though you obvisouly didn't. Hah. But anyway I like seven. :-)

Naaah...just because 8 iz too ordinary and I don't like it much doesn't mean 2008 iz gonna suck. :P

I guess itz kinda late now, but 2007 waz a pretty nice and eventful year for me so I'd like to look back. Though itz sad I can't write everything I'd like to coz lotz of people I know read my blog. ;)

Well....January. I was supposed to be buried in bookz studying for ICSE but I ruddy well wazn't. Damn I still can't fathom how I got through ICSE! I spent half my dayz on orkut and the other half sleeping, dreaming, chatting on the phone and looking into the fridge to see if there was anything to eat and eating it if there waz and stomping around the house creating pandemonium and shouting about how I would starve to death before ICSE if there wazn't. And then there were those mock tests at summit which succesfully tested our ability to use the question papers as origami and throw paper planes and boatz at the invigilatorz. :D

February....One month to ICSE....Well, I don't really rememer what I did in feb and nothing major really happened so blah. :P

March - ICSE. I had the time of my life. :P

April.....Well, that waz the real beginning. Beginning of class 11. Beginning of new discovery. Beginning of a lot of lessonz and I don't just mean physics and chemistry and stuff. I think I really started blogging properly in april. I liked it. And I still like it.

June....Some of the greatest fun I've had...Parties every other day...meeting new people, making friendz..

July...I think it waz then that I started really writing poetry.

August...I'd say this was the most eventful month of the year. Maybe the most eventful month of my life. My birthdayz in august! :)

September...

Ok I'm gettin bored. :P
And I don't feel like deletin the stuff I wasted so much time on. :P

OK I'm getting bored of typing so I'll put my resolutionz in the next post. :P

"Anti-social" :-(

So here I am once again writing all the utter crap that comez into my head.
I spent the evening walking around outside (zombie-walking az uzual) eating chocolate and then I finally decided to go home but there was this person on the second floor playing the drumz and I could here it from below so I just stood there for sometime listening to him/her play. Whoever it waz waz really doing a good job. Hell I don't even know my neighbourz. Thing iz I don't go out a lot. I'm the type of person who just avoidz people for no apparent reason. Anti-social I guess. I'm generally averse to the idea of meeting new people. I just try to avoid meeting people, talking to them. I guess I seem unfriendly that way. But then again as far az I know people don't exactly hate me or anything. I guess I'm just stupid about this. You know, staying away from people and all that. I used to be really really shy earlier but I realized I'm not that bad now. Though I still avoid people. Hell. I don't know how I'll survive if I keep trying to stay away from everything.
But then I'm pretty happy. I don't need to have a whole load of friendz. I don't need to be popular. I don't need to be a social figure going to parties and stuff everywhere. I don't need a boyfriend. I don't need to dress like a model to get noticed.
People will accept me for what I am and if they don't itz their problem.

I hate all the artificiality everywhere.
I'm realizing I've learnt a lot.....
Life iz full of maskz...everything iz hidden...everything. You never know what will happen. You will never really know what people are like. You will never know whom to trust. You will never really know the reason for everything that happens. You will never be able to hide thingz forever....

*To hell with titles!!!*

Aaaah! So I'm finally back. I'm so happy!!! :)

Going to school after a loooong time! :) 3 weekz!

Well I don't really have anything specific to write. Blah.

I got a new pair of glasses. Most people either think they're totally cool or totally hideous(and I think the former. OK, sorry, DUH. Why would I wear glasses I don't think are pretty?). But most of my friendz have gotten used to me giving them shockz(in terms of clothing and accessories and stuff), so for some of them the glasses weren't much of a surprise. For the record, its purple, white and lemon yellow. :D

I wonder why people still haven't gotten used to my mismatched earringz. They all wait eagerly for my earz every monday to see what colourz I'm wearing. Right now its red and purple but I'll take the purple off and put on yellow coz my glasses are already purple. Hah.

I'm tryin to get better at playing the sitar so that I can play onstage soon. :) I also think I should play the harmonica more, but the thing iz I cant find songz to play. And I don't have the gutz to attempt J.J.Milteau. He'z a genius with the mouthorgan. Year before last his trio played in Kolkata and it was really mind blowing. Really lovely out-of-the-way sort of instrument. You know, itz the type of thing you can take while you're travelling.....

I remember at Sundarbanz - We were sitting right at the front of the boat while it was floating through those tranquil waterz...it was so beautiful. I mean everything was so peaceful and silent. And I was sitting there with water just a few inches below me, playing what I could on the harmonica. One song sounded really beautiful, and it sorta went in with the atmosphere too - "Shei je holudh pakhi". And then I tried some bangla folk songz, but they sound better sung. I played a bit of John Denver and I tried Bob Dylan. Yeah really nice. I'd like to play some more of it. Its a whole new avenue of music....its nice to explore. :)

I think I've written enough crap to be getting along with. Cheerio!

My Will.

I wrote this extremely sadistic post at 4:00 am last wednesday when the fever that had come at 3:00 had subsided after a dose of paracetamol(which smells like rotten or rather oxidized potato - i know what they smell like, we had to use them in a bio experiment). When I wrote this I was intending to post it the next day but it seemed like that parasite got hold of me pretty bad so I couldn't very well come online and anyway, later I decided not to post it coz people would get all upset or something but its my blog anyway and if you have something called a sense of humor you won't find it extremely alarming. :D

1. To Ishani I leave my math khata in memory of the crap we drew and all the days she never brought her computer khata(which was pretty common).
I also leave her my extra navy blue apron which she will wear to every chemistry practical class and if she doesn't I will haunt her every night with IRC'z voice. ;)

2. To Ahana I leave all my writing material so that she doesn't run out of thingz to chew in class.

3.To Maddy I leave my Maity Ganguly Vol.II hoping she becomes a great chemistry scholar.(And she needn't return Vol.I)

4. To Neo.....umm..I'll give him my bean stuffed mousy. :D

5. To Shubholina I leave my Maitree medal in memory of the timez she played the synth while I played the tabla. :P

6. To Arunima I give all my wierd jewellery and hope she develops enough courage to wear mismatched earrings.

7. I leave Trinity my blog cuz she likez it so much and would advise her to read the posts in chronological order. :)





NOTE: This is NOT to be taken seriously.

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I will get a good pair of sunglasses so that I can look at things I want to and no-one will know. ;)
I will wear my purple sockz coz I love them and itz winter.
I will buy more hajmola candy to survive on.

Haha

I hate rum balls. They look like chocolate but are baaad. Yuck. Way too sweet. Hahaha.
I love chocolate but not too much of it. Hahaha.
Hahaha.
I love to write random crap like I'm doing now. Hahaha.
I love Carnival Of Rust. Hahaha. And if you don't you're stupid. Hahaha.
I hate viral fever. Haha. They make you take huge and terrible tablets. One is light pink and its huge and it smells like rotten potato and it always gets stuck in my throat. :( Haha. Ha. Hahahaha.
I hate tabletz in general - they all get stuck in my throat. Hahaha. :(
Haha. I love to hahaha. Hahaha. No I like to Haha better. Haha.
I will never have fuchka from that man near south gate - he puts gondho lebu(instead of the normal one) in the tetul jol. And he never makes the stuff spicy enough. And the other fuchka waala near my house puts too much salt. :( And the Gangurams ones are too expensive. X-(
Haha. Haha.
I'm very lazy haha. I hate excercise unless its swimming and you can't swim in winter. :(
But haha anyway.
I don't know why I haha. But I don't know the reason for many things Haha. So haha again. Haha.
I like smilye jungle. Hahaha.
I am mad. hahaha.
And if you haven't realized that till now you're even madder. :)
Haha.

Thankzgiving

Its supposed to thanksgiving and thanksgiving is about thanking so here goes:

Thanks to my parents for more than I can say. Thanks to my mother for her accurate judgement of character. Thanks to my dad for making really good tomato soup and for teaching me how to use calculus in thermodynamics and for teaching me awesome tabla bols.

Thanks to my younger brother for coming under my musical influence.

Thanks to my bestest friend for being the best bestest friend in the world, for introducing me to death metal, for making stupid emoticons with me, for watching UFOs all night with me, for jabbering crap when on the phone when I was bored, for repeatedly saving me from getting run over by cars and motorcycles on the road [:P], for being nice enough to learn music notation from me and going as far as to say I was a good teacher, for being a good learner, for making me sing Hotel California innumerable times accompanied by his distuned guitar, for Nymphetamine and Nemo, for all the weird nicknames, for the page full of alien smileys at the back of GD’s khata, for constantly eating biriyani, for being a musician and helping me be one too, for being weird, for being telepathic, for reading my blog and for frequently behaving like a complete freakazoid, which I’ve gotten used to coz we’re friends n I’m thankful for that. :)

Thanks to Anushka for always sticking to our movie plans even when everyone else backs out, for being a great pianist and to her grandmother for making delicious biriyani.

Thanks to Arunima for her get-togethers, for making me realize I haven’t got two left feet, for her chat conversations and SMSes which I can’t understand ,her random smileys which are even more uncomprehensible, for listening to Nymphetamine because I told her to no matter how scary she found it. [:P]

Thanks to Sarojini for being as weird a dancer as I am and for solving people’s problems.

Thanks to Ishani for sitting next to me in class and asking very weird and random questions.

Thanks to Ruvlina for her camera phone to take pictures in class.

Thanks to the lab assistant for his horrific English which makes us laugh during practical classes – “You are making more than noise!”

Thanks to lipid and Sudan II solution for that pretty pink colour.

Thanks to lipgloss and eyeliner for making girls look nice. :)

Thanks to Shubholina for being the only enthusiastic J.A.M member apart from me.

Thanks to J.A.M badges for being so pretty.

Thanks to Sunayna for dancing around while singing taranas during practice for Maitree (and thanks to Rajashree for hitting her with her flute).

Thanks to Debadrita for always laughing like a maniac and having an eye out for good looking people and freaking them out. [:P]

Thanks to CCD Golpark for enduring our crap.

Thanks to Anumita for being so damn friendly.

Thanks to Thursdays for being so eventful. And thanks to that pepsi dokan walla outside GD’s.

Thanks to Picasa and Photoshop for making stupid pictures look brilliant.

Thanks to Evanescence and ‘My Immortal’ for being the only song to have ever made me cry. And thanks to Parikrama and ‘But It Rained’ coz I can play it nicely.

Thanks to Yahoo Messenger for its cute emoticons and for the long and endless chats about possibly everything – it’s sometimes easier to talk online than face to face. Thanks to Orkut for helping me find my old friends again and make new ones.

Thanks to Kolkata for being the City of joy and for the phuckas and junk food and the people and the whole new life I’ve found here.

Thanks to my music teacher and art teacher.

Thanks to poetry coz I can write it.

Thanks to friendship and love coz it’s one of the things I’m really living for.

Thanks for thanksgiving so that I can thank the things I’m thanking.

Thanks to Blogger for letting me waste my time and other people’s time by writing crap. :)

Maitree...[continued]

So here we go: day 3.

Because of all those riots and curfew and everything we didn't even know till morning whether we'd be continuing with the fest or not, but thankfully it was on and all the schools which were participating turned up as well, so Maitree was back in full swing.
Day 3 first event was UN Mock Parliment. It was pretty good. Xaviers were USA and they kept getting attacked by all the other countries and as is customary in UN Mock, there was pretty much a full-scale fight on stage which was actually entertaining. And the screen did some good work. St.James represented Israel and their delegates were named Sheikh Zeeshan and Sheikh Arsalan! (Its been ages since I last had biriyani - wuaaaaaaaaah!) :(

After that was the medley where the teams kept accusing each other of cheating and other than that there isn't much worth mentioning about that except that we came first and James came 2nd.

Mock video was pretty good. All were good except for BHS which sucked.

And then - Western music. The one event we'd all been waiting for.
It started with St.James and I think they played Last Kiss by Pearl Jam and Highway Star by Deep Purple. Xaviers were REALLY REALLY good - they did Creep by Radiohead, Joker and the Thief by Wolfmother and Fear fo the Dark by Iron Maiden and then there was a mind blowing guitar and keyboard solo. WHEW!
And then came our band. We played good ol Joker and the Thief ans School of Rock. We really rocked! Whew...I would've written a LOT more but I'm tired of writing now..

We all got chocolates in school today to celebrate the success of Maitree. And there's also a prom night at Venom(They call it batch bight but prom sounds way beter!) to mark teh end of Maitree. Too bad I couldn't go. :( I would have liked to. I guess I'll go next year. I'll hafta get hold of a guy by then :P.

Heh - I've written enough I think. Can't say how long before my next post. :P

Maitree 2007!!

Maitree 2007 ended today and even though I'm really really sad it ended, I'm really really happy it was a great success despite all the riots and poilitical disturbances in the city. These two days have been probably the best days I have spent at MHS. It's something I'll never forget. It rocked, it really did. But now everythingz gonna go back to normal. :(

So the onstage events kicked off yesterday. First event was quiz and I think CGS won followed by LMG. Quiz wasn't too bad, but a lot of the questions were really obscure and stuff. So anyway.
Next event was eastern music. And I was in it.
We practised day and night for it. Seriously. WHEW! And it was a succes. Actually, I think we got the pointz coz we were doing something pretty unique. We did a medley of taranas based on three different raags - Behaag followed by Arhana followed by Kalavati. They went together perfectly well. And we had a group of 7 including Rajshree on the flute and me on the tabla and that was something very different - using a flute in classical music. It really was very good. We had little instrumental bridges between the raags which were played on the flute- basically they were for the transitions. Arhana really was good. I got to play some pretty cool stuff with it on the tabla. :) I mean we just went out there and gave it our best and had a great time. :)
But apparently the mics weren't too good and we sounded wierd coz of the sound system but WE CAME 2ND!!!! YIPPIEEEE!!! And all the judges were very happy with the flute and tabla ans stuff, so YIPPIEEEEEE again!! :)
Xaviers came 1st in eastern music and I think they really did deserve it coz they did pure classical with a tanpura and it was more or less flawless. As for the other participants, St.James and St.Lawrence, they got their guitars and drums and practically played metal out there for eastern music. James did Bheegi Bheegi and Lawrence did some bangla rock song originally by Lakkhichara. They played REALLY WELL, but I think it was pretty inappropriate playin rock when you were supposed to do Indian classical or atleast folk.
(Oh, but the bassist from St.Lawrence had a really sexy blue bass - dunno why everyone found it ugly.)

So there you go. Next event was (I think) ad-jingle. It was HILARIOUS. Basically each school was given a product to endorse and they had to make ads to endorse it. MHS's product was a broom and they used this girl's hair to sweep the floor. The best was St.Lawrence. They had to endorse a mosquito coil and there was this guy dressed in black who was the 'mosquito' and he kept buzzing and making wierd flapping movements. :P That was really funny. James had to endorse a safety pin and there was this guy with *ahem* extensive lateral dimensions who danced around on stage - it was pretty funny. And Xavierz had to endorse a shoe horn or something and they did a total Sholay spoof which was ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT. There was a guy dressed up as Basanti even! So basically the whole ad-jingle had us in splits.

Next came the dance. We came first in that and I forgot who came 2nd, but I think it must have been St.Lawrence. St.Lawrence was the first to perform and they danced brilliantly and got everyone in the audience on thier feet as well! I think that was the best. Our school did good fusion but I think Xaviers was the best. Their's was actually pretty random but they moved like, whoa! These people KNOW how to dance. I mean I really don't much fancy guys dancing but after watching Xaviers perform I've changed my mind completely(Though maybe that was because the lead dancer was extremely good-looking). ;) Oh, and best part was when they just jumped off stage and got up on the chairs on the first row and started doing the bhangra. (Looks like Jumping off stage is a trademark thing for Xaviers - they did that for western music as well).

So anyway, that was the end of day one. More about Maitree coming up in my next post. As of now I'm starving and I must go eat.

[Oh damn I can't think of a title!!]

I'm actually feeling marginally happier today. :)

After a long time I finally got an opportunity to cook breakfast! So I took out my old yellow apron with carrots which were supposed to be embroidered on it(but I hadn't embroidered them and had ended up gettin a D in SUPW as usual) and it tastes pretty good! I think I should cook more often. :)

And then I ACTUALLY studied physics. It's not that bad actually after you get over the initial phobia of getting those fat books out and opening them. Though of course, thermodynamics is MUCH easier than mechanics and stuff and is less scarier. You just need to know a bit of integration. Well, I dunno, SUCCESSFULLY doing problems involving calculus makes me feel all cool and grown up and stuff! :P

I managed to invent enough chords for "But It Rained" to satisfy me and I managed to play and sing My Immortal PERFECTLY yesterday!

As of now, I'm gonna go and read 'The Seven Dials Mystery' by Agatha Christie.
Tataz!

Blah

It's always such a headache thinking of titles to posts.
I don't know why I'm so down today...so demented. I shouldn't be sad. Why should I be sad?
It's Diwali. Life is supposed to be filled up with light.
Dunno, but for me it bloody well isn't.

I don't get why the hell I'm writing here. Its just that I haven't been this depressed in ages...And I don't really know why I am. It's so fuckin frustrating...
I mean I was actually able to write a poem.

Maybe its because no one will go to watch Bhool Bhulaiyya with me so I can't go. but I never really cared much about movies.
Maybe its because I have a math test the day school reopened. But it can't be coz I don't care about tests anymore.
Maybe its because ALLl my friends are acting wierd...Maybe its because of something I've don...I dunno what. I hate it like this.
Maybe its because my brother is playin excessively happy tunes on my synth.
I bloody hate my life.

I'm tired of playing My Immortal over and over again till it makes me so sad I could cry.
I'm tired of singing But It Rained over and over again in the bathroom and going to the bathroom just to do that. And I'm tired of trying to invent chords for it coz I'm tired of using the conventional ones.
I'm tired of wishing everyone a Happy Diwali coz I'm not happy at all.
I'm tired of all the firecrackers and the smoke and all of it coz I don't feel the light anywhere.
I'm tired of pretending to have a great time partying with people I barely know.
I'm tired of not knowing why I'm sad.
I'm tired of people cold shouldering me god knows why and I'm not the type to hang around where I'm not wanted or forcing people to talk when they don't want to.
I' m tired of having to solve everyone's problems.
I'm tired of being treated like a storehouse of everyone's secrets. I don't know why people just come and tell me the things they do.
I'm tired of people with their artificial lives all wrecked up coming and asking me to fix it for them.
I'm tired of being bad at physics.
I'm tired of walking around alone all the time. I won't be doing that for some time coz I guess it dements me...

I'm tired of it all....

Once Again

Once again I walked alone
Down that empty road drowned in darkness
But even the trees didn't whisper this time

That creepy black cat was still there
Staring at me with its green eyes
Searching me
Not that it could

I walked alone still
Through the dark road, like a zombie
I don't know why I went there again

That damn road
That graveyard of memories
Once again I remembered things I thought I never would
And once I again I wondered why I was there, remembering
For a moment, once again, I wished I hadn't walked there
But once again, I loved the feeling of drowning in my mind.

Once again I looked at the sky
Again I felt all alone in this endless world
But once again, I thought of you
And once again, I wished you were there, walking by my side....

UFO!!!!!!!

A UFO sighting. Here. In India. In Kolkata.

It was a usual boring old evening. Actually more boring than usual. VERY VERY boring evening. Like the type of evenings you don't feel like doing anything at all, but wish you could do something. Well anyway, I suddenly got a phone call from the master of bhatt-bokofying, Neo. And he said something about a UFO sighting and I thought he had started with his usual crap. But I turned on the TV and there it was - A live video of the UFO sighting on Star Ananda. Turned out he was right.

It was a bright green glowing fireball in the eastern sky which kept changing colour and shape - it turned blue and red and then green again. AND it was disc-shaped, but turned into a triangle and then into a straight line.
They had this scientist guy on the show who discussed theories about what it could really be. He talked about a theory that accounted for its shape changing.

Imagine a slightly flattened cone. If you look at it from the botton[The cross section I mean], it looks like a disc.
If you look at it upright it looks like a triangle.
If you tilt it to the flattened part, it'll look like a line.

Well, anyway, I decided to investigate myself. So armed with the mini-telescope my dad bought me when I was five years old, I went into the field[pity our terrace isn't open].

And I didn't need to look. There it was, glowing VIVID green with rapid flashes of blue and yellow red. It was bigger than any of the stars and was glowing EXTREMELY bright. This had to be what they were talking about. And sure enough, it was hovering in the eastern sky. Thrilled by my findings, I ran home and reported my findings to my friends. Neo ran off to the terrace(with binoculars and laptop and guitar and pillows in tow) to investigate too. And the rest of them just didn't believe me. Naturally.

I went down again....It seemed to have moved pretty far up in the last 10 minutes. Then I began to witness some of the wierdest phenomena I've ever seen.
The object began to move FAST, in an irregular manner. Kinda like a pendulum. More zig-zag actually. I've never seen anything in the sky move like that.
And Neo said the same thing so I couldn't have been imagining it. I mean you'd have to be pretty thick to imagine stuff like that.

The next half an hour or so went in frenzied phone calls reporting our latest observations. Neo claimed he could clearly see it with his binoculars changing shape - the saucer, the triangle and then the vertical line. High time I got my telescope.

I wasn't allowed to go out, but fortunately I got a pretty good view from a bedroom window. I climbed out onto the windowsill practically hanging on for life [:P] - One look down and I would've fallen three floors down! I managed to focus the telescope.
And there it was, a perfect saucer. I guess people won't believe me but if that wasn't a flying saucer, Einstein was a dumbass.

I clearly saw a saucer - it was glowing yellow in the middle, surrounded by blue and green...
Neo called to say he'd seen it too. A flying saucer...a real flying sacuer. And it was moving fast. Again in that wierd zig-zag way. It was around 1:00 am. The object moved so much that I couldn't see it from that window anymore, but I could now see it from the living room window. It seemed to be retreating. It moved higher and higher, but it was still as bright as it was before.

Now my neck was aching from looking up so long in wierd positions and the mosquitos were feasting on me so I decided to go to bed and wake up at 4 and have a look.
So after the last phone report I went to bed, while Neo stayed on his terrace playing the guitar. :P

Some adventure.

UNFORTUNALTEY I couldn't wake up at four, but this is what Neo saw:
A clearly defined saucer, much closer than it was before. It was changing colour rapidly, and was moving vertically upward. Northwest, actually. And then it melted into the light....



Some of our inferences:

1. It was DEFINITELY not a star. I've observed stars before and they DO NOT change colour and shape, are not saucer shaped and don't move that rapidly in wierd paths.

2. It was probably not an asteroid because it was way too close. When I saw it for the first time, the sky was pretty cloudy and other stuff in the sky could barely be seen, but the UFO was glowing bright as hell. We know that clouds lie in the troposphere. Planes fly in the stratosphere, above the troposphere to avoid clouds. But even with a cloudy sky, this could be seen. Which means the object was below cloud level...meaning that it was close as hell....

3. It was definitely not a comet or a meteor coz they move across the sky and not just sit around for hours and hours.


Our guess is that it's still in the sky, but we can't see it because of the sun. Going up was pretty intelligent on its part coz if it was hanging low in the horizon the same way it was at night then even in the sunlight it would have been clearly visible, like a bird, so it would be easier to spot and study as it would be the only thing visible in the sky. So we guess if it really was a maneuvered machine, human or alien, it purposely rose higher to avoid detection.

Probably it was rising only vertically and not horizontally and the apparent westward movement could have been because of the earth's rotation from west to east. And this seems to be a pretty plausible explanation because we saw that in spite of its erratic movement, the UFO seemed to be moving westward regularly, which was probably because of the earth's rotation.

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So what was it really....?

Here are some theories.
We call it the Piggy-Mousy theory... :P

First of all, this saucer would have needed enough fuel to stay airborne for hours and hours and hours, AND emit light, changing colour rapidly. We clearly saw it changing shape, and if we assume that the shape-shifting theory as suggested by the scientist on Star Ananda is true, it will also need to flip and turn RAPIDLY in mid air.
Also, even from where we were watching it, it seemed to be moving pretty fast.
In the morning, it was moving upwards rapidly, as if it was being cleverly maneuvered away upwards, as if to escape notice in the daylight.
The object was evidently moving against gravity, as if powered by a force to neutralize the effect of gravity.
I don't think it would be possible to build such a thing with all known human technology.


This was the first UFO sighting in India. It made headlines. So you'd expect the concerned authorities would investigate, right? Even the air traffic control detected it. Even for the sake of violating air traffic laws it should have been investigated, right? I mean you'd think they'd atleast keep a radar watch on the night sky!
So why are they pretending nothing happened?
The reasons could be:
1. They don't know. Which is evidently not true because BITM and Star Ananda know.
2. They don't care. And that doesn't make any sense at all - everyone is so excited about it. For the SETI it would be like a dream come true, coz they spend all their lives searching for evidence more trivial than this.
3. They know what it is but they don't want the public to know for fear of national panic.

Could this possibly be a repition of the Roswell Incident?

Maybe there really could be aliens out there...watching....
Will we ever find out?

Anyway, it was quite an adventure...from hanging from the windowsill with a telescope to phone calls till 3:00 am and discussing theories non-stop....After all, you don't get to see UFOz every day!!

Fashion

Fashion. Wierd thing it is. Some make sense, some don't.
You see people all over the place trying to be 'fashionable' by wearing clothes they call 'fashionable', but end up looking downright hideous! You need to know what suits you. And you need ORIGINALITY.

Here are some of the fashion phases we've been through (and still are going through)..

1. Skirts:
You have all kinds of them : short ones, long ones, flared ones, straight cuts, blah blah.
They actually look good provided you know what type to wear. I quite liked those gypsy skirts(I think that's what they were called) - the flared type, but they were rather too long and flouncy for me to handle so I didn't end up wearing much of them. So there I have around 6 or 7 long flared skirts lying in my wardrobe for a couple of centuries. :P
The denim skirts were good. The short pleated ones are a favourite.

2. Jeans:
OK, they're actually too boring to write about.

3. Cargoes:
Yeah! More my type! They're baggy and have plenty of pockets, and are extremely comfortable. They're punk. Though you can make them look feminine with a nice lacey pink or white top or something. Not a bad combination. I believe in unconventional clothes. :P

4. Dresses: They're supposedly really 'in' now. Designers claim that a dress will suit every body, but I don't really think so.....But it is true that you have a wide variety of them. There was this girl that day who wore a black dress with white polka dots, but her figure didn't go at all well with it and she ended up looking like some enormous blob of black matter. :P
So I mean, you may think something might look really pretty on you but as I said, you may end up looking disgusting.

I don't have much time left right now as I have to rush off to a jam session, but I'll finish off with a particular cutting I've rather taken to. It's the empire line. I hated them until an aunt gifted me one and I ended up looking quite nice. Best thing about empire lines are that they make you look thinner(umm...well, actually I'm not sure) and they give you curves in the right places and make you NOT look like a *straight line* and give you some proper dimensions. :P
And if you already have *proper dimensions* , all the better! Sexy things!

I would have written a lot more about unconventional fashion, but I have to rush off, so I'll leave that for another post.

Asta Lavista!!