Ostrich - Speak... Hell what more can i say???!!!

Monday, February 28, 2005

Clockwork Orange

The band is dead, long live the band. But the songs remain the same...


All music written, arranged and composed by Clockwork Orange. Produced by Sharmon Ibrahim. Recorded at Soundbytes Studio, Bangalore. For more info on Studio mail Sharmon at sharmonibrahim@yahoo.com

Friday, February 25, 2005

12 bar flues

Been away for a week. Drank a whole bottle of whiskey in chennai and developed rosy glow on nose. It was a wonderful beacon for tiny viruses with harmful intent. And as if that wasn't enough, there was a lighthouse by way of a perpetual cigarette dangling from my lips ala Clint Eastwood in Dirty Harry. Given the extreme thermo-shift and all these little road signs i'd put out for my virulent friend, he found me without any trouble. The efficient bastard. Makes me wonder why i drink.

Sunday, February 13, 2005

I think I'm going to watch the sunrise

So, its 5.20 AM on Monday morning and i'm still wide awake. Had a terrible start on Sunday... Dishes piled up from here to kingdom come, absent maid, no water in the Taps... couldn't have a bath even. So, so irritable. Finally got out of the house at 4:30 PM, no food in our bellies and a head full of angry bees. Plus i missed my favourite TV Shows. Headed straight to Pecos and abstained from beer and settled for a Pub Lunch. trying to rescue my voice from the ravages of pollution, dust, smoke and the like. Not doing very well in that respect.

Things started looking up around Sicks...clever...ptooey. Met up with the gang from the airshow and shot some pool at Guzzler's Inn. Didn't Drink. Was dying to. "please sir, can i have a whiskey water" Oliverette Twisted. Post Pool, headed to the Dragon Villa... watched child genius. Felt smart about myself until i realised it was a Quiz designed for 8th Graders. Bah, Humbug. Went Home after and the peops and i had some laughs and things were good again. Took loads of pictures and videos on my phone and then settled down at 1:30 AM to watch 'Red Beard' directed by Kurasawa. Lovely Film and i'd recommend Akira to anyone who's had a dismal to so-so day. Only it finished about 3 1/2 hours later. Bananarana had given me a fabulous oil massage earlier so took a hot bath, washed the smelly oil out of my hair and here i am.

I'm leaning towards a couple of games of Rocket Mania and then i shall watch the sunrise. Ages and ages since i did this sober. Its a surprising feeling. Like when you run flat out after years and the feeling of speed gives you a wicked shock. Intense feelings you haven't felt in a while. They seem to sit, waiting patiently in the depths of your Long Term memory and jump out with an overwhelming "Surprise!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Like good scotch, matured and then aired. scotch...mmmmm

Watch sunrise it is, maybe take a shot or two of it as well. And then lie in wait for the maid when she comes in at 8:30 and give her an earful... Tomorrow will be a long, dreary Monday. But atleast the Morning will start beautifully.

Friday, February 11, 2005

Tea in the Sahara

Never thought it'd happen but i watched Sting in concert. It seems the personal dream fairy waved her fickle wand in my direction. A culmination of long hours spent listening, imbibing, ingesting the Police, feeling the melodies, memorising every note, devouring the genius.

The evening was lovely and the duress of waiting two hours to get close to the stage melted away as Sting's fretfreak walked on stage. followed by the rest of the band, and finally the master himelf, impeccable in his pin stripe trousers. a great grey bee. The spotlight was on, but the aura was far more intesne than white light. Calm, collected, aware, together backed by exemplary musicians. Simpatico. Send your love, appetizer, Fragile, Main course... delectable. Frenzied crowds, including a tiny maldivian couple who knew all the words and a tall Brit who shared my joke about a giant Back stage chillum. And then, silence. The sound of Nylon strings, plucking magic and sending shivers up my spine. I stared, mesmerized and dusty. Driven to tears even. Been years since an instrument made want to weep, from yesteryears upright bass to the moment's acoustic guitar and vocals. Synchronicity. Danced like a dervish, wailed like a siren and got bitten like a chicken leg.

Ixnay Blue, I'd never pay to see you play. Go to Delhi... or Ludhiana...

Monday, February 07, 2005

Too too funny


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Tuesday, February 01, 2005

the merits of breakfast

Breakfast is a lovely thing!

merit 1- It's healthy to eat breakfast, and it sets me up to be really hungry by lunch

merit 2- when you finally get around to doing so, you start your day with a sense of organisation that would normally set in during lunch. And then you'd have to eat Lunch ofcourse after which you're too sluggish to really get anything done... viscious cycle

merit 3- All those lovely breakfast foods! If you didn't eat breakfast they'd sit around getting old and mouldy on your kitchen shelves and that's not very nice to look at.

I stringly reccomend breakfast to everyone! Especially freelance people like me who need to push themselves to do work....