Viva la Vida

I usually have my own ideas about music <as chronicled before>. That was almost two years ago.

A lot of water has passed under the bridge. The bridge still stands, a little more worn, a little worse for the wear, battle-worn but still steadfast. And yet, the water still comes.

The songs have changed. Here are some, for your reading pleasure (or rather so that I remember it later!) along with some pertinent lyrics from my life in very cryptic form!

August 2008, Provence: Fais moi une place. (Je deviendrai tout fou, tout clown, gentil/Pour q’tu souries)

September 2008, Brussels & London:  Say it Right (No, you don’t mean nothing at all to me/ Oh, you’ve got what it takes to set me free)

October 2008, Tenerife: Michelle (Sont des mots qui vont tres bien ensemble/ tres bien ensemble)

November 2008, London: Romeo & Juliet (Juliet, the dice was loaded from the start/ And I bet and you exploded in my heart/ And I forget, I forget the movie song/ When you gonna realize, it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet?)

December 2008, Brussels home: Rehab (And it’s not just my pride/ it’s just ’til these tears have dried)

January 2009, Interlaken: World, hold on (World, hold on, instead of messing with our future, open up inside)

February 2009, Brussels client site: Heal the world (Then why keep strangling life? Wound this earth, crucify its soul? Though it’s plain to see/This world is lovely/Be God’s glow)

March 2009, Havana 😉 : Please don’t stop the music (I’m making my way over to my favorite place/I gotta get my body moving shake the stress away)

April 2009, On the Autobahn enroute to Budapest: Yeh Dilli Hai Mere Yaar (Basti hai mastaano ki Dilli, Dilli/ galli hai diwaano ki Dilli 6)

May 2009, London: Hakuna Matata (It means no worries for the rest of your days/It’s a problem free philosophy)

June 2009, Brussels office: Stayin’ Alive (Well, now I get low and I get high/ And if I can’t get either I really try/ I’ve got the wings of heaven on my shoes / I’m a dancing man, I just can’t lose)

July 2009, Cairo: Walk like an Egyptian (All the bazaar men by the Nile/ They got the money on a bet/ Gold crocodiles/They snap their teeth on your cigarette)

August 2009, Sharm-el-Sheikh: Beggin’ You (Ridin’ high, when I was king/Played it hard and fast ‘cos I had everything)

September 2009, Kitzbuehl: Barbera Ann (You got rockin’ & a-rollin’/Rockin’ and a-reelin’, Barbera Ann)

October 2009, Cairo: Nothing else matters (So close, no matter how far/Couldn’t be much more from the heart/Forever trusting who we are/And nothing else matters)

November 2009, Cairo office late nights: I gotta a feeling (I gotta feeling/ That tonight’s gonna be a good night/That tonight’s gonna be a good good night)

December 2009, Cairo office later nights: You spin my head right round (Walk out the house with my swagga/ Hop in the with you I got places to go /People to see, time is precious) It is!

January 2010, Brussels office: Mercy (I don’t know what this is but you got me good/Like you knew you would)

February 2010, Switzerland: Wish you were here (So you think you can tell/ Heaven from Hell/ Blue skies from pain?)

March 2010, Switzerland: Viva la vida(One minute I held the key/ Next the walls were turned on me/ I discovered that my castle stands/ Upon pillars of salt & pillars of sand)

April 2010, Poland: Roni, Roni Bat Zion (Heshir hashem mishpotaich/ Pina oyvech/ Melech Israel/ Adonai/ Bekirbech/ Al tirai). To be precise actually, this song reminds me more of my 12th board exams than the concentration camps in Auschwitz. However, this is most fitting.

May 2010, Switzerland: Stairway to heaven (Yes, there are two paths you can go by/But in the long run/There’s still time to change the road you’re on)

June 2010, Brussels-Munich-London: Glycerine (Could have been easier on you/ I coudn’t change though I wanted to/ Should have been easier by three/ Our old friend fear and you and me)

July 2010, London: Hallelujah (Now I’ve heard there was a secret chord/ That David played, and it pleased the Lord/ But you don’t really care for music, do you? It goes like this/ The fourth, the fifth/ The minor fall, the major lift/ The baffled king composing Hallelujah)

August 2010, …: Empire State of Mind (These streets will make you feel brand new/ the lights will inspire you/ Let’s hear it for New York, New York, New York)


Son of a Preacher Man and Other Stories

“Que Sera Sera…” Doris Day scantly had time to start off the first line of her song and I had clicked the wheel on my iPod to go past it. I was feeling restless, in a state of nervous excitement and had already forwarded through Devdas, Dil Chahta Hai and Dhoom, pausing only to hear Don McLean.

I flicked my eyes down to the screen- Son of a Preacher Man, it flashed with the name of the artist scrolling, “Dusty Springfield.” I paused in my incessant clicking and sat back in my seat as the memories came flooding back.

Songs are powerful, aren’t they? They trigger all the thoughts and ideas you had somehow buried at the very edge of remembrance. They remind you of how it had been, how people had been- what life had truly meant.

Taking time to make time… Learning from each others’ knowing, looking to see how much we’ve grown.

Don’t turn off the lights always cracked me up. I still remember Vimitha’s earnest face when she assured me that Enrique Iglesias was the next best thing since sliced bread. Vimz was always like this. Earnest, dependable, always on hand to do the right thing, and NEVER thought bad things about anything. For Pete’s sake, she liked Enrique Iglesias!

All of us mused on the idea and turned on the music system.

5 seconds later, I giggled. “Eh, Vimz. You adore his squeaky voice, right?”
Vimz looked suitably puzzled, “What?”
Reshmi had understood what I meant, “You know, where he goes, don’t turn off the li-yiieeets.”
Both of us burst into spontaneous giggles again while Divya looked on impassively. (She’d always been the grown up one, right?)
“Yeaaaaah! It’s even better with the chorus. Ee-ah-ee-yah-ay!”, I happily went on.
Vimz finally got the joke, “Shrutz, you have ruined the song for me!”
“My pleasure, as always.”

And, for this great love that Vimz has for Enrique, I transferred these really bad songs onto my iPod.

Now, Rush is trickier. She was the one person I used to constantly hang around with, but there was never that one song that seemed to say to me, “This is her.” Till I remember… again… those words.

We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun…

To Rush then, Westlife’s Seasons in the Sun. She was the one I always strangely felt protective towards, but somehow knew that she was strong. My cute and funny third cousin once removed. Snooty Syrian Christian blood aside, I am always glad I got to know her.

To Divz, the steadfast soldier, the one who always plodded on regardless of what she ever REALLY felt, the one who ate potato chips everyday and never gained an ounce, the one who was always dependable, always Divyasree J… the only song I can ever ascribe to her… Noori. And yes, her ghost impressions are VERY good!

Euphoria’s songs hold special meaning in my life.
The first one is Maeri which was the L^2 staple. I remember sitting on the ground in the pouring rain with my batch around me singing loudly, I remember being giddy with happiness, sad and even crying when the sad stirrings of the music were just too much for me to bear. Maeri’s been an anti-anthem for me, the symbol of the youth and freedom I had that somehow were slipping away all too quickly.
The second one is for another one of those special women in my life. Pooj (Aka Pooh Bear. She hates that) She always brings back the Dhoom in my life. Without her, listening to Phir Dhoom would never be the same. The memories are of stage performances, of standing next to Pooj, squeezing her hand, and grinning manically through jeers and STILL going on… She’s the support, she’s the strong strong one. She’s just special and for her, I keep listening to this one.

Jeryn- my neighbour for longer than I knew. The neighbour I knew only for the last two years in my college life. Maybe the guy I ought to have known a long time before, if only to SMS insults starting with P for one whole day after only knowing each other for 5 days. Period. Seriously. He pinged me one day in his characteristic way.
“Do you listen to Beegees?”
“Yeah. I like Words.”
“You will like this.”
Jeryn is sending you New York Mining Disaster 1941- Beegees.mp3. Accept? Decline?

I accepted, got hooked on Beegees and still play them on repeat on Youtube. And yes, New York Mining Disaster 1941 is one of my most favourite songs. And this song is Jeryn to a tee as well, concise, abrupt and filled with meaning.

Chingamasam to Josen, the perennial worry wart. He needs to always reassure himself that everything is, will be and was all right. But of course, he is saying that just to reassure YOU! What did you think, huh? He needs to remember those hours and hours we spent- from editing videos and studying hard for CAT, to discussing life, the universe and everything. It’s funny, I don’t know what songs he likes, but this song is always linked to the dance in my mind and the dance to the camera man.

Rishab, childhood friend through thick and thin, my Polly Wolly Doodle All the Day. Rouged cheeks, yellow dresses and tuxedos apart, thanks for being there, dude.

Bitter Sweet Symphony is the most ironic song in my collection of song-stories. This one is to the friendship I shared through my school days, and to the girl who lost touch… almost delibrately it sometime seems. This song to lost friends and companions.

To those who spend time wondering… Linkin Park answers. In the end, it doesn’t really matter.

Vinay, the always energized child I know. The one who used to break out into a deverish-like dance everytime Appadi Podu played on the dance floor. And STILL had energy to dance for Manmadarasa. For Vinay, I want these songs to be played on repeat. He needs to keep playing his life like this!

For Abby, I only have the theme song to F.R.I.E.N.D.S, I’ll be there for you! And if Abhay doesn’t get this allusion, he deserves another kick! I shall gladly give it to him.

For Mama, I always have a rousing encore of Tera Suroor Himesstyle. He’d be delighted to know he actually looks like Himes bhai with the baddd cap days!

Sonal gets Sajnaji Vari Vari. Yes, I remember Meenu tai and I danced to her tune on her sangeet. Like so many have before and so many will later in life! Sonal is also rum and coke… the final push into total drunkenness!

I’d love to say I had a song for Ken (maybe Punjabi?). But I don’t. Ken’s the video to these songs with a 360 degree pan shot. Ken’s nonsense limericks and nursery rhymes. Ken is the picture that speaks a thousand words and the biggest grin at the end of the worst joke. There is no song for Ken. (And he is complaining about it now!)

The only one who could ever teach me was the son of a preacher man. Yes, he was…. Dusty Springfield finished her song.

Sam, this song is always for you.

School of Rawk

Such a feelin’s comin’ over me
All my friends are conspiring to see
Who can tag me with a post
So, Kaus you ain’t the first
And I won’t be surprised if this goes on.

Everything I want this blog to be
Is non-existent as far as I can see
And the reason is clear
It’s because there’s mediocrity here
It’s the nearest thing to Blogger-Hell on Earth.

(*) I’m on my computer chair, looking down on Brain Freeze
And the only explanation I can find
Is the tags on the blog bore folks out of their minds
This fad is now getting out of hand.

Someone in BloggerLand has learned my name
And they’re adding me on tags, good and lame,
From stories to about me’s, books, music, wannabes
There’s more here about me than in me….

There is only one wish on my mind
When this day is through I hope that I will find
That tomorrow will see an all new Blogger in me
I can finally write whatever I want.
(*)Repeat chorus

Tags! A menace to polite society the same way that the plague of locusts was looked at by the dignified Egyptians of 3000 B.C (give or take a few hundred.) By last count, I have done some seven of these. Hopefully, this will be the last. Well, unless a friend decides he/she hasn’t gathered enough information about “The Blogger Also Known as Shrutz” and tags me with “101 things noone, and absolutely noone knows about the chimp on your computer table!” (Whoops! Did I say that aloud?)

That said, this tag business sometimes helps keep my blog alive, especially in times of great amounts of Writer’s Block. Not to worry, an “About the lint in my trouser pocket” tag to the rescue. And here, I was thinking about blogging about the greenhouse effect and it’s effect on the Earth. Maybe, I can postpone the “saving the world” business to another day!

So, here’s what Kaus (aKa AwkwardSinusoidalFunction) has tagged me with

Me & My Music

I got tagged by CosTheta (aka Kaus, have you people BEEN listening?)

Total volume of music on my computer 15 GB, out of a 20 GB parition. About another 10 on CDs.

Title & Artist that I last bought Rang De Basanti, A R Rehman. But ’twas a casette, fair lady. It’s really nice listening to the songs while driving!

Song I am playing right now Savage Garden’s “To the Moon and Back”.

Five+ Songs that I like/have been hooked onto

  • Breakaway:Kelly Clarkson: I love her voice; it’s husky and clear at the same time. She OWNS the songs she sings. The lyrics make so much sense, about taking risks and making changes in your life. I occasionally keep belting this number out, especially when I am stuck in traffic and getting frustrated
    “Out of the darkness/And into the sun/But I won’t forget all the ones that I love.”
  • Sayonee: Junoon:The song is, of course, awesome. But, recently I saw the video as well, and it was one the most poignant and beautiful picturisations. While on the subject of Junoon, check out Jugalbandi Live. Fully revved and instrumental!
  • Affirmation:Savage Garden: The first Savage Garden song I heard. Another of the feel-good inspiration type songs!
  • Independence Day: Martina McBride A song of desperation and life going on regardless of what your history is. Yes, it IS country moozik, but to borrow a phrase from THE girl herself, the adjective is RAW.
  • Behind Blue Eyes: Limp Bizkit I got acquainted with this one last year and it’s been a favourite ever since. It’s a feeling that a lot of us get on and off, and it doesn’t hurt that the guitarwork is amazing in the song!
  • Stayin’ Alive: The Beeges Everytime I hear this song, I get a mental picture of Saif Ali Khan & Shah Rukh Khan making heads turn on the streets of New York. But yes, the song’s very retro and interesting to say the least.
  • Send Your Love: Sting The album was released around the time when the Iraq War was on the cards and Sting was promoting it heavily. I am a fan of the slightly Eastern touch of the background score behind all the beats. Like Desert Rose, that feel pulls the song up beyond the morass of techno-synthesized claptrap. Slightly eccentric songs are ALWAYS welcome and Sting particularly too!
  • The Hills Are Alive With the Sound of Music: Julie Andrews (Sound of Music) THE Diva. I am always struck speechless by the purity of her voice.
  • In The End: Linkin Park “Tum Tum Tum Ta-tuh tum tum tum…” In the end it doesn’t matter. An anthem for life!
  • In the Shadows: The Rasmus I was always hooked onto the background score of Star World’s lineup. Then, I discovered the song. I might reverse the stand I took 3 songs ago. This one is filled with beats, but the weirdness quotient is still there!
  • Top of the World: The Carpenters 😉 A bad tribute paid!

There are so many more, but why don’t YOU help me? 😀
Hmm, whom shall I tag ??…..

  • Auster He filched the doggy picture! No fair!
  • Jax Pre-emptive strike! Muahaha!
  • Oneirodynic I just feel evil!
  • Senthil still snapping pictures and not snapping his fingers!
  • Deepa She’s being tagged like crazy too

Take the tag, or don’t take it *sigh*