The Inseparables

He smiles from a distance,
smiles at the joy of the world,
a world known to him, a world he loves;
the people who mean the world, world apart;
hope that fate never tears em apart;
through their happiness he has found his world;
a world where he belongs;
if it wasn't for their love, to hell he would belong .....

The Unknown

All alone in the darkness
traveled to a world, to most humans unknown
no lights in sight, no hope shown
a story untold; his existence to the world unknown
the world seems dark like the moon
no hope, no sun, to light his own

now he's passed over
into the world unknown
the shadows get darker than the thoughts
his pain to the world unknown
he's passed over
into the world unknown


to the darkness he belongs
he has created his kingdom,
nothing to hold on to, but his throne
now he is king of the unknown
he no longer belongs to mankind
but only to a world he calls his own
the world still awaits; wrath of the unknown

now he's passed over
into the world unknown
the shadows get darker than the thoughts
his pain to the world unknown
he's passed over
into the world unknown

so far....

in this night i stay awake

one more dream to shatter before i wake

the world isn't worth when my life's at stake

so i finally say to myself

no more tears no more heart breaks

this day on only the devil shall lie awake

from this day only the devil shall lie awake

Here I am ....

The night has just begun

I travel alone, places to the world unknown

Sin or salvation I’ve never known

My mind devoid of emotions

Only thing I’ve ever known

I write my own destiny

Here I am The king of the unknown

Since birth I have seen

With other’s dreams your destiny sown

Have nothing else but a mind I call my own

Through moral sins my life has shone

I write my own destiny

Here I am the king of the unknown

Unprepared untested in this world we are thrown

The endless struggle to own the throne

Made desperate to own the throne

No pride no guilt

To the world the talent to be shown

I have nothing else but a mind of my own

Here I am, the king of the unknown

I need a time machine

“The show must go on”, said Freddy mercury. Little did he realize where the music was heading off to?

Years before that, in the late fifties, end of World War II, probably the bloodiest era in history. End of the world for many, beginning of a new life, onset of a new sunrise for others. A lot had changed, most importantly, the way we perceived life. Tyranny, bloodshed, hatred, unemployment, poverty all at their peaks, little did people realize what was to come. Music is a great healer, a companion in loneliness, or a way to express sadness, sorrow or joy. On this backdrop started the musical revolution, the one known to us as the hippie era.




This was the era when some of the best music was made. It was the age of innocence, the age of self discovery. Making music was a way of life and not a way to make money. The music, the lyrics had a deeper meaning attached to it. Music was more than money and fame; it was a way of self expression. The greatest boon to the musical scene was the lack of technological innovations. It was an era when Internet didn’t exist. You could not download any music, could not get free videos from you-tube or for that matter read reviews on some blogs. Forget the Internet, even CDs didn’t exist. Radio, LP and a live show were the only sources for listening to your music. This era witnessed artists like Led Zepplin, Queen, The Who, The Rolling Stones, The Doors, just to name a few.

Every person has a rebel inside him. The 70’s probably made the young, rebels in practice, rather than rebels at heart. They no longer wanted to fight a fake war just because their father said so. It was a time when the youth started voicing their opinions and inspired others to do so; taking music as the channel to express the thought. Probably this rebellion drove millions of people towards rock n roll. It was not music, but a lifestyle. You didn’t listen to it, you lived it.

Rock and roll was considered as the music of the rebels, the hippies or the rotting teens. Things could not get crazier. If I look back at all the events, man it feels that it was the craziest era ever. Ozzy Osbourne; drinking the blood of a bat flying over his stage, or Jimmy Hendrix and Jim Morisson having an orgasm while performing on stage; people were crazy. Be it the performances at Woodstock; a holy pilgrimage for the unholy rock fan. Thirty-two of the best-known musicians of the day appeared during the sometimes rainy weekend in front of nearly half a million concertgoers. It is widely regarded as one of the greatest moments in popular music history and was listed on Rolling Stone's 50 Moments That Changed the History of Rock and Roll. It’s not a coincidence that a similar movement in India (Independence Rock) followed the same schedule as Woodstock (15th Aug – 17th Aug). Imagine a show where Jimmy Hendrix, Janis Joplin, The Who, Credence Clearwater Revival, Pt Ravishankar etc performed live. A collection of artists never witnessed before prior to that day.



What do we have now? Buffoons; (Judges on popular talent hunt shows) calling the head buffoon Himesh Reshammiya a rock star. Nowadays music scene is dominated by R & B. R & B for me means Rub and bang, don’t agree with me? Just watch the videos; all they feature is guys with six packs rubbing themselves against a teenager with 36D containers waiting to bang her at the first chance. I think rap music, should actually be called rape music. Invariably all the rap videos feature a black guy, covered in gold (more gold than clothing), either driving a car or standing besides it, talking about how he wants to do or how he did his girl, or sometimes how he did the rival gangsters girl. It’s only about sex or crime. The high speed lyrics definitely make you feel as if someone raped your ears with fast meaningless sound. Is this what is in store for us? What happened to the good old music with a meaning and a cause? Where have all the artists disappeared? “Imagine” and “Give peace a chance” by John Lennon, inspired thousands to make peace not war. The guitar solos of Jimmy Hendrix continue to inspire young guitarists till date. It was this era that has given us anthems like Stairway to heaven, behind blue eyes, imagine, sweet home Alabama, Purple haze, I want to break free etc. Sadly I cant recall a single song produced after the year 2000 that can even remotely be considered as an anthem.


Looking back I feel, I need a time machine to go back to the time when, all it mattered was music. The music video didn’t matter; the cunning marketing company didn’t lure you by putting 10 bikini clad hotties in their videos. Go back to an era when the shows were not sponsored by large corporations, trying to sell you stuff that you did not need. I want to go back to the pure sound of the guitar. Go back to perform in front of the half million strong crowd that didn’t care what you wore or how you looked but purely followed your music. Go back in time and get fans who would listen to radio patiently, waiting for their favorite song to be played. Can somebody make a time machine available to me, so that I can go back?

Call Gaurav - When Hunger Strikes

I am a sales professional, needless to say that I travel a lot. So far I’ve had the pleasure of visiting around 30-40 odd different places in India. As a single guy on an official tour what do you do once your daily work is done? Sit back in the hotel? Watch a movie on your laptop? Naaah , as far as I am concerned, my hobby is to find out the coolest places to eat, drink in whichever city I visit. Normal people eat to live, whereas I live to eat. The slight difference being that I also enjoy the small drink before I eat. What is life without some chilled draught beer (KINGFISHER ONLY) and some nice rock music to make matters more pleasant and enjoyable? I guess beer, rock music and some good chicken are more precious to us engineers than a fat pay check. So if you are interested in finding out more about the best places that offer all the above, please keep reading. If you want to know about places that do not serve beer or exotic non veg food and do not play any music please get a life or read some tasteless reviews on www.main-paida-kyun-hua.com

Delhi

Blues at Connaught Place

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This place plays very good music. You can expect to hear all your favorite tracks right from Rolling Stones, Metallica to pink Floyd to all the latest nu-metal numbers. They usually play rock music on all weekdays but on weekends it is mostly house/R & B music. The ambiance is pretty good, the lighting is bright enough for you to spot your drink, but not bright enough to spot the small pieces of chillies in your food. The crowd is quite decent on all days. You should definitely try the grilled chicken or the barbeque chicken for snacks. The food portions are quite filling. A pitcher of beer would cost you approx Rs. 250-300 and same rates for a cocktail. The place usually gets crowded at around 9 PM, so make sure that you reach there before 9 and enjoy a good night with drinks, tasty food and great music.

Special Note: The Sardarji DJ does not usually entertain any song requests. Be careful when requesting for songs, if he is not on the mood

he will turn the request down in the rudest manner possible. If you happen to be a girl, then he will probably ask your phone number for playing your request.

Cafe Morrison, South EX Delhi

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This is one of my favourite pubs in Delhi. Situated in one of the most posh areas of New Delhi, this is a pub you must visit if you are a Jim Morrison fan. The ambience is simply great. Each wall has been carefully decorated with paintings, photographs of Jim Morrison, notably amongst them is the middle wall which has a collage of some of the finest photographs of Jim. The biggest highlight still remains the wall; yes a full wall with just one painting of Jim. The decor is so eye catching that you will find yourselves staring at most of the walls and the artwork. I have been to many pubs in India, and I would rate the ambience of Cafe Morison amongst the top 5 in India.

Along with the ambience, the place also serves some really great food and drinks. I am a loyal kingfisher and beer, fan myself and do not prefer any other when I am in the mood to rock. But during one visit to the cafe I noticed the bar tender mixing a cocktail, a flamingo. He managed to juggle the burning drinks between 2 glasses. The sight if fire being poured from one glass to the other, from sideways to over the head etc was entertaining. If you are there make it a point to order the flamingo, apart from the great taste, it’s really fun to watch the bartender play with flames. The ambience and the drinks are well supported by some of the best music you can listen to. During my last visit, the DJ had worked out a theme. He started with the 60’s music, playing all the classics and then gradually shifting to the 90’s music. The gig had 30 minutes dedicated to each decade. Wow what a transition. Imagine starting your drinks listening to the rolling stones, Zepplin, then moving towards Van Halen, Metallica and finally ending with Pearl Jam, Green Day,... Nostalgic is all I can say. The decor, the drinks and the transition of the music contributed to one of the best experiences I have had so far. I would strongly recommend that if y oar in Delhi do make it a point to visit Cafe Morrison, it’s really worth all the money. Be sure that you have at least two hours to spend, any shorter time and you will end up cursing yourselves for the lack of time.

Ghajini – The review

It was Christmas, we could have spent the night partying, dancing, enjoying, and simply doing what might have brought us more joy. Instead like any other average stupid movie buff, we had fallen prey to one of the biggest promotional gimmicks played by any movie maker in recent time. The television promotions of Ghajini were so promising that 15 of us decided to watch the movie on the day of its release.
The movie starts with Amir Khan killing a man brutally, and then calmly taking his photograph to remember the person whom he had killed. Wow what a start. After this scene the movie never really manages to catch up to anyone’s expectations. Read on if you like to read someone criticizing any movie as brutally as possible
Story:
Well there is no story. In short the story is, the villain kills Amir’s wife, Amir kills 3-4 people, and there are 3-4 useless pathetic songs to fill the gaps, that’s it.
Music:
The music was super successful in drawing the crowds out of the cinema hall and into the smoking zone just to avoid listening to the songs. Prasoon Joshi (lyricist) should probably go back to the advertising industry and continue writing one line jingles. All his songs in Ghajini sound like 10-15 jingles being scream in a sequence. Maybe Prasoon was playing with some 3 moth old kids and baby talking. Someone might have recorded the sound and added some music to it to save some cost or creative energy.
Choreography:
The songs have a very strong Mallu touch. If you have ever seen Sun TV or some Tamil songs, the ones where the colour of the hero’s clothes changes, the hero appears in 4 different looks on the same screen at the same time, yes you will find it all. The only difference between a B grade Tamil song and any other song of Ghajini is that it stars Amir and not Chiranjeevi or Rajnikant trying their luck with dancing.
Action:
Like my statement above, the action sequences have been handpicked from previous Rajnikant movies. Actually looking at the stunts that Amir has performed even Rajni might get a complex. Think I am exaggerating? There is a scene in the movie where Amir slaps a bad guy and his head twists a full 180 degrees, yeah only 1 slap that’s it.

Special Comments:
Director:
His name is MURUGADOSS. You have to give justice to your name and in the same spirit he has made a complete MURGA out of the unsuspecting crowds. He has very efficiently converted a supposed to be bollywood flick into a Tamil movie.
Jiah Khan:
She reminded me of the pupy in the hutch ad and the slogan “wherever you go, our network follows”. Like a faithful dog she follows Amir wherever he goes. Similar to the puppy in the ad she has only one expression on her face, an expression where she is confused and probably saying to herself, “I am just a puppy, why are so many cameras focused on me? “

Conclusion: Probably Amir was getting a bit nervous that down south fans have put up temples of Rajni, C..Jeevi etc, Why not a temple for me? In some ways he seems to have fulfilled his fantasy of acting in a Rajnikant like flick

My friend was so bored in the movie that he made it a point to catch up on some much needed sleep. Photographs have been attached as proof for people who do not believe in my honesty