Excerpt from "Mr. GOD, This is Anna" by Fynn
" I got the idea that she was trying to put over. All the universe has got a sex-like quality about it. It is seminal and productive at the same time. The seeds of words produce ideas. The seed of ideas produce goodness knows what. The whole blessed thing is male and female at one and the same time. In fact, the whole thing is pure sex, or made it selfconscious and called it Sex. But that was or own fault, wasn't it?"
Friday, December 17, 2004
Sunday, December 12, 2004
A day in the life of Saurabh Chaturvedi
Phase I:
Today something abnormal happen with me. May be most of the people will be not agreeing with me. After long time, I slept in afternoon..... I still can't remember, when this strange phenomenon happens to me last..... But today, on auspicious day of Saturday, this lightening bolt named as sleep, strikes me effortlessly and I just find strange calmness in its laps.
Its not easy, but I achieve this state of unconsciousness for four hours. A feat which I am always going to be proud of, though its happen so naturally. This natural phenomenon doesn't happen in so simple way as it seems. I have given enough preparation by getting all curtains down, putting fan on and then gone under cozy layer of blanket which seems to me like snow flakes on leaves of chiner.
Phase II:
In state of this strange phenomenon, my phone as my savior, pulls me out to the real world. And by six, I am ready for my good night. No ... No ... No ... not for sleep dear, but for the Bangalore Habba. At last, I got a pass for it. Evening starts with Pt. Shivkumar Sharma. With first sound of santoor, it gives me feeling of ice which melts down with first ray of sun to add a drop to a river. Each santoor wave, make me suave like leaves with zephr.
Next in line is fashion show and this is time for give some food for surviving. Nice gamut of food is arrange in food court. This time beer and wine also on sale. To satisfy my appetite, I fall for akki roti and Jolarade roti oota. After nice music, its nice food which makes soul and body in synch and that's heavenly feeling I have after having the food.
Now, its time for "String". Yup, you guess it right, "That Pakistani band who recorded track for spiderman". They really make the crowd freak with there soft and rock numbers. Crowd is just moving with them, as if Strings are just touch each individual heart strings. Best part is, I have heard not a single number except sometimes, one or two tracks, which I catched on television. And then also, I am able to sing with them. Lyrics are automatically creating in my volatile mind.
After rocking for an hour its time for some calmness as mid night is falling and temperature is falling down too..... Its time to remember Allah Hoo. Sufi music sets down on stage. This is really icing on the cake for night. All hit songs of Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan are chosen for dawning the beautiful night. Its nice to enjoy such contrast- Strings to Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan with just ten minutes of gap.
Each day has to end for lay down path for another brand new day, So this too. Bye Saturday.... Hope, I can see you again. Though, I know its not possible.............
Today something abnormal happen with me. May be most of the people will be not agreeing with me. After long time, I slept in afternoon..... I still can't remember, when this strange phenomenon happens to me last..... But today, on auspicious day of Saturday, this lightening bolt named as sleep, strikes me effortlessly and I just find strange calmness in its laps.
Its not easy, but I achieve this state of unconsciousness for four hours. A feat which I am always going to be proud of, though its happen so naturally. This natural phenomenon doesn't happen in so simple way as it seems. I have given enough preparation by getting all curtains down, putting fan on and then gone under cozy layer of blanket which seems to me like snow flakes on leaves of chiner.
Phase II:
In state of this strange phenomenon, my phone as my savior, pulls me out to the real world. And by six, I am ready for my good night. No ... No ... No ... not for sleep dear, but for the Bangalore Habba. At last, I got a pass for it. Evening starts with Pt. Shivkumar Sharma. With first sound of santoor, it gives me feeling of ice which melts down with first ray of sun to add a drop to a river. Each santoor wave, make me suave like leaves with zephr.
Next in line is fashion show and this is time for give some food for surviving. Nice gamut of food is arrange in food court. This time beer and wine also on sale. To satisfy my appetite, I fall for akki roti and Jolarade roti oota. After nice music, its nice food which makes soul and body in synch and that's heavenly feeling I have after having the food.
Now, its time for "String". Yup, you guess it right, "That Pakistani band who recorded track for spiderman". They really make the crowd freak with there soft and rock numbers. Crowd is just moving with them, as if Strings are just touch each individual heart strings. Best part is, I have heard not a single number except sometimes, one or two tracks, which I catched on television. And then also, I am able to sing with them. Lyrics are automatically creating in my volatile mind.
After rocking for an hour its time for some calmness as mid night is falling and temperature is falling down too..... Its time to remember Allah Hoo. Sufi music sets down on stage. This is really icing on the cake for night. All hit songs of Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan are chosen for dawning the beautiful night. Its nice to enjoy such contrast- Strings to Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan with just ten minutes of gap.
Each day has to end for lay down path for another brand new day, So this too. Bye Saturday.... Hope, I can see you again. Though, I know its not possible.............
Wednesday, December 08, 2004
HumKhayaal
HumKhayaal Khayaal means thoughts. People who understands your thoughts become your "HumKhayaal".
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