"jaage hain der tak humme
kuch der sone do
thodi si raat aur hai
subaah tho hone do

aadhe adhoore khwaab jo
poore na ho sake
ek baar phirse neend mein
woh khwaab bone do"

-Gulzaar, "Jaage hain", Guru

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jmCSBadJcw4

b11

friday nights somehow always remind me of a place tucked away in a corner of jaynagar 4th block.....b11:).....quietly situated right above one of the countless darshinis in the busy market.....away from the now loud traffic noise.......was a place where the lights dimmed....alcohol(beer) was almost as expensive/cheap as the soft drinks depending on how you looked at it.....and the music felt mercurial.....pink floyd....dire straits....pearl jam....nirvana....metallica....audioslave....judas priest....and led zep:)......for three very short and carefree months of my training in bangalore......every friday(well almost) after our first paycheck.....b11 was the place 8 or 9 of us gathered ard......and for four hours the world seemed to cease to exist outside the dimly lit room.....there was this short feeling of bon homie.....hard to describe:)......b11 is the pub where bakkar used to do his head bang routines to du hast(we got kicked out of styx once coz he broke a couple of glasses while head banging.....the guy literally banged his head mere inches from the table....and would always have a stiff neck the next morning....he wouldnt be able to turn left or right:))....where sa would get booed for requesting linkin park(like clockwork after two glasses of beer).....where d replaced his actual guitar with an air guitar to led zeps music......where su knew every single word of every song....where g had a huge smile on his face every time they played "a whole lotta love"....where a laughed his heart out at all of us....where sh would be the responsible one who never drank and always carried a couple home.....and we all huddled and swayed in the end to "nothing else matters"

its also the place where i learnt one could not lose oneself for too long....coz at the end of it there wud always be the long walk home.....to tata silk farm.....where there would be barking dogs to greet you on the deserted amber street lamp lit streets....and an anxious best friend at home who would be up just to unlock the door and greet you with "haramkhor aaj phir pee ke aaya hai....bevda ban gaya hai saale....so jaa ab"....lol.....it was indeed a page in time.....

Losing my religion

Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe

"Oh, life is bigger
It's bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no, I've said too much
I set it up

That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight, I'm
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no, I've said too much
I haven't said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

Every whisper
Of every waking hour I'm
Choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt lost and blinded fool, fool
Oh no, I've said too much
I set it up

Consider this
Consider this
The hint of the century
Consider this
The slip that brought me
To my knees failed
What if all these fantasies
Come flailing around
Now I've said too much
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream
That was just a dream

That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight, I'm
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no, I've said too much
I haven't said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream
Try, cry, why try?
That was just a dream
Just a dream, just a dream
Dream "

REM, Out of Time

"for the loss of a nail, a horse was lost

for the loss of a horse, a soldier was lost,

for the loss of a soldier, a platoon was lost

for the loss of a platoon, a battle was lost

for the loss of a battle, a war was lost"

......for the loss of a vote, an election was lost

for the loss of an election, a seat was lost

for the loss of a seat, a majority was lost

for the loss of a majority, a filibuster was lost

for the loss of a filibuster, a bill was lost?

An evening in TD Garden

I spent the evening today amongst 18000 screaming fans, tons of booze and two teams fighting it out over a basketball match. The Celtics took on the Hawks as me and Biki watched on with our heads pasted against the ceiling of the stadium(literally, cause we were in the last row and there was a low ledged roof there). Needless to say, the gigantic screens kind of helped make the miniscule players more lifelike. It was an eventful game. Doc Rivers, the coach of the Celtics got into a shouting match with the ref and the ref chucked him out of the stadium. Of course, Doc Rivers left to a standing ovation from the entire Celtics crowd screaming at the top its lungs.

The Hawks rallied and won the game 102-96. Johnson of the Hawks outshone everyone else in the game. 36 points with some really sweet throws to the net. The guy was truly on fire tonight. Rondo did a decent jobs for the Celtics. Being relatively shorter than his counterparts, Rondo is quick to the net and makes amazing passes(similar to the way Nash plays). But, today it wasn't enough. I hope they do well for the rest of the season though. Garnett is still out. Lets see how it goes.

I started routing for the Celtics when I was back in the bay area in California. It started with the 2007-2008 finals where the Lakers were playing the Celtics. All my friends were supporting the Lakers and just to yank their chain, I decided to support the Celtics. Eventually, when the Celtics won there were tons of furious people watching me jump in joy. So a year later when the Celtics lost out, I literally had people doing a rain dance around me. As an icing on the cake, the Lakers went on to win the 2008-2009 title. Since then I have been following the Celtics games on and off, though this was my first chance to watch them play live.

TD Garden is a fun place to watch a match. They have continuous music(some good stuff like GNR, U2, Michael Jackson, etc) and keep egging the crowd to cheer on the team. There are cheerleaders(pretty ones at that) who come for 20 sec dance routines. They also had a bunch of kids who did some nice routines as well. There was a rotating camera that kept catching the crowd unawares at different parts of the stadium, by broadcasting their pics on the screen. There was an elderly gentleman who was quietly snoozing with his head rested against the arm of his friend. The camera paused a bit longer on him. Finally in front of the crowd, his friend had to nudge him awake. The guy then went on to show V signs to the crowd and grin from ear to ear. There was another time that the camera caught this kid dancing. The kid obliged by showing off his dancing chops. He was incredibly talented in break dancing and considering, he might have not been more that 8 or 9, he was absolutely brilliant.

The evening ended with a ride in the subway. The subway actually takes one over the Charles river and one gets a very pretty view of Boston(tall buildings, shimmering lights in the night, and a glazed river frozen on the surface). That along with the rhythmic sound of the train chugging along the tracks is amusingly the one part of today that is stuck in my head.

Sometime it helps to read stuff you had written in the past.....old stuff....just to know at some point of time you thought, felt and wrote in a certain way......more often than not its amusing.....coz its like backtracing your steps....like a map from where you were to where you are now....anyways.....chanced on my old blog today and i dont have a cross ref in this blog to the old one....so pasting its link here....

http://sentinel-in.livejournal.com/

on the other side of midnight

the road ahead, is darker still

winding all the way, uphill

but steps though tired, come naturally

like a means, to an end actually

the clock ticks, a second more

ajar lies, the once closed door

peeping through, into the dark

blinding, in its brilliance stark

the biting cold, the falling snow

just a small amount of warmth in the glow

on the other side of midnight

awaits quietly, a flickering light

the night still lies ahead but this day is finally gone

there is a promise now of another dawn