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Reunion

27 Aug

Not mine, but the music band that was my entire life in the early part of this decade.

However, I’ve come a long way since 2003, and I wasn’t nearly as excited as I thought I’d be. Nonetheless, I’m hopeful. Hopeful that they’ll create music like they did before. But I know they cannot match the standards that they back in the early 1990’s, well before I knew of their existence.

I was reading the news updates at a rather late hour, 2 nights ago. Nostalgia took over, and I began loading some of the old tracks that I hadn’t heard in years, simply because I got so bored of listening them over and over, back in the day.
They’re still all-too-familiar, but it was an enjoyable experiece, revisiting the past at 1.00 am. So enjoyable that I wanted to take it to another level. And out came the lone cigarette I had in my bag. I stood there in the bathroom, smoking in the dark and revisiting those depressing tunes with my iPod. As I saw the wisps of smoke, and as the tobacco mildly tingled my senses, I wondered how helpful the cigarettes would’ve been in those days. Scandalous, I know. But, well!

Before I sign off, here’s one of the tracks that moves me the most. Brilliant words, brilliant music. Hope you like it too.

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Let’s Pata Pata… not!

18 Apr

Okay, so I have my tests on, the last one is in a few hours, and I’m absolutely unable to concentrate because this stupid song has been playing inside my head for 3 days now! That I listen to it about 8 times a day, is not helping at all!

So I want you to go ahead and listen to it, hoping that it’ll get caught in there as well, play day and night and not let you study for your exam!

It’s called Pata Pata by Miriam Makeba. I came across her through her track Jol’Inkomo, which was in the Felicity Huffman starrer, Transamerica. If you haven’t watched that film, I will require you to do the same pronto!

Now for the stupid track… Warning, it sounds very very silly and amusing. (It’s in some african language… Swaheli?) But it really is slightly catchy and is Mama Africa’s (Miriam) most popular track till date.

If you like it, do try out Malaika… a very elegant track. In fact, listen to it even if you find Pata Pata an extremely silly and stupid track.

Link -> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e-VrfadKbco

Out of My Mind

28 Mar

So I was cycling back after breakfast this morning, the scorching morning sun beating down upon me. The iPod was as usual belting into my ears, and a calm persisted on the campus, as everyone enjoyed the windfall… a saturday entirely off.
I was nearing the hostel, all ready to seek respite from the heat, when James Blunt’s track “Out of My Mind” happened to play. This brought back memories from about 3 years ago when I’d discovered the album. Those were the days just before I was to begin college here. Back then, I had all these plans and would revel in the thought of coming here, exploring the place, walking through the wilderness. Uniting with nature, a far cry from the deal I got in Delhi. And I listened in on James Blunt’s music, as I carved these ambitious plans. Unsurprisingly, all these plans stood forgotten when the time came.

But today, as the song came on, the memories came rushing after; and as I approached the gate, I cycled on… not too far beyond, but atleast as long as the song played, almost like an attempt to make up for not executing all those plans I had made. A tribute to the innocence of those days, when one thought everything would go as per plan.

Of Friendships and Poses

19 Oct

It turns out that I’m obsessed with Rufus Wainwright, now. No, it isn’t only because of his sexuality, though that certainly is a huge positive! They fellow’s voice, that I would’ve disliked some years ago, has grown on me and some of his compositions echo sheer brilliance!

My newly acquired (two-year-old) iPod now contains over 20 of his tracks, but certain ones find themselves on repeat. These include Poses (video below), Tower of Learning, Greek Song, Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk and California.

As I was passing in the library today, I caught sight of Alika and promptly went over to her, to introduce her to my addiction. Alika and I have always shared common taste to a degree in music, and we frequently listen to the same music.

So I put Poses on play and she popped the headset on. Within a minute, she took them off and looked at me with scandal written all over her face.

If you don’t recall Alika too well from my previous posts, you may want to read this. Done? Good!

So she took the earphones off and dropped her voice.

Alika : “Makes any boy feel as pretty as princes!”

Me : Err… what?

Alika : He sang “Makes any boy feel as pretty as princes”

Me (Feigning ignorance of his sexuality) : Oh. How do you notice these things? I never pay attention to lyrics… I just revel in the vocals and the composition.

Alika (Grinning) : Makes any boy feel as pretty as princes! Oh, now I’m so not surprised that you’re obsessed with him.

Me (Pretending, again) : Oh, yep. He’s also got this song called “One Man Guy”. I heard it the first 6 times without realising what he was singing.

After a bit, I left wondering how we got through so many years together with her being so homophobic! How amused she looks when she thinks she’s pulling my leg by making such remarks!
I chose not to let slip the fact that I’d known about his sexuality, beforehand. She wouldn’t have stopped with the jibes!

I simply cannot wait to come out to her, and watch the expression on her face. Okay, well, I can wait… which is why I am waiting! But in a little over a year, I shall tell her! If there is a god, she’ll regret every jibe she made with serious intentions. And regret being so intolerant.
What I’m afraid of is that she won’t (feel guilty). She’s that sort. Then why are we such good friends inspite of everything? Because she’s simply so loyal; and there’s far too much history to simply let go overnight.

I was relating the incident to Hagatha, and made mention of the track “One man guy”, to which she promptly replied, “I know, I head it.” This was something she hadn’t really brought up with me. That clever girl simply observes silently on so many occasions, and just when I think I’m about to reveal a scandalous piece of news, she calmly effuses a “Yes, I know”, ruining the dramatic conclusions. And how she relishes it too!

Today, Hagatha and I spent a good few hours jabbering away endlessly, inspite of exams commencing next week. We can really keep each other engaged, and how we make each other laugh. We know each other inside out, have too much in common and fit hand-in-glove, really! I sometimes wonder why god has been so kind all of a sudden.

When college hets over, I shudder to imagine us separated! But some time remains, so I shall restrict myself for the moment at delighting in the moments that we’ve had so far and those that we are yet to have.

Mamma Mia… How can I resist (laughing at and yet loving) you?

29 Sep

At times, events transpire in a manner that is beyond one’s understanding!

I was fooling around with a new layout and widgets, when I added some of the ones you’ll observe on my sidebar. One such is titled “Outgoing Traffic” though I doubt that’s what it is limited to. But whatever be the basis on which it is determined, fact remains that I cannot understand where those links popped up from, but one of them point to the parody that I have reproduced below, and I do not know what connection it has with my blog for it to land up in that widget. Do check out this video.

 

ABBA’s videos were always a matter of great humour! They’re all quite quite ridiculous. I used to love their music, jumped at the prospect of catching their videos on TV, but always hoped it would be in privacy because I would be ashamed of watching such silly sequences on the Telly, especially in front of my sister, who spared no opportunity to mock at me.

 

Abba’s bathrobe costumes, jazzy lights, crisscross positions… Were they fads? Or did they choose them in a fit of madness? Or do Swedish people have poor taste?

Whatever be the root, it has certainly left us behind with a selection of ridiculous videos!

 

Another rather disquieting fact is that several videos of theirs on sensitive issues of break-up, like “Knowing Me, Knowing You” and “The Winner Takes it All” followed soon after their divorces. Both videos seemed to be rather blunt in their portrayal of anguish between the members. How could they find it in themselves to make an open affair of their love lives? Did they actually hope to cash in on the tragedies of their personal lives? It simply doesn’t make any sense!

Honestly, I don’t know why one needs to parody Abba, since the originals are such a riot themselves!

 

Update 3

Oh my GOD! There was a full-fledged Abba-reunion and I didn’t even get to know!!!

 

Update 4

Edited title to add “and yet loving”. It is now 4 pages long.

Mamma Mia … How can I resist you?

24 Sep

Okay, I started writing this post this morning, but didn’t post it until now. I suppose it was for a purpose. Which is that I was supposed to append this paragraph that you’re reading now. How can I resist what? Dear Old Ramby! He did an awful vanishing act for so many days, it is absolutely unacceptable! He doesn’t realise that people actually need him around to cheer them up. The selfish bastard! Shame on you, Ramby! How can I or anyone else resist you?

Now for what I began writing this morning…

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All through my “Abba” phase, my sister would mock me over my liking for their music. It was through the ages of 12 to 14, maybe. It started with one old album that I borrowed from Alika in the 7th Grade (which turned out to be a really old cover album), followed by the purchase of (Abba) Gold (and my purchasing tapes back then was a big thing!)

After I bought Gold, there was no looking back really! The music… I began to consider as divine. Till today, I remember the words to almost every track with reasonable accuracy. The melodies are imprinted on my mind! I’ve been tempted on many accounts to walk up in a Karaoke and put a track by Abba on play, while I sing along. But I don’t want to “come out” in that fashion to a large group of strangers, so I suppose it would be better to avoid it!

But with the release of Mamma Mia and all recently (which I haven’t exactly watched yet), Hagatha told me that she’d downloaded the soundtrack. I was shocked to know that not only were all the tracks covers by the actors in the film, she had also never heard the originals… and that means I’ll be the one making her listen to them! However, I retrieved a copy of the soundtrack, and am now revisiting those good old days when all I wanted to do was come back home from school and hum along with some Abba track. That even when Alika and I had a HUGE fight of sorts, she rang me up and said that she wanted to express her feelings to me through a song, and then played “Knowing Me, Knowing You” from the tape she had borrowed from me, using her walkman, and transmitted it over the phone to me. That I would choreograph an entire dance sequence to “Voulez Vous” in my head. That I would have vivid recollections of Campfires while listening to “Chiquitita”, or imagine myself headbanging to the dramatic drums right at the end of that track. That I would get super-duper excited when the school choir learned and began to sing “Super Trouper” and how I wished I was amongst them. That I would listen to “The Winner Takes it All” or “Angel Eyes” when I was depressed.

Yes, I remember all those moments I spent alone in my room, as Abba’s music engulfed the atmosphere around me, and with each and every track, I associated a memory of childhood. And those songs are all that are left that can take me back to those days, because besides them… there isn’t really much left to revisit.