There's A Whole Lot Of Lot

Yup, there is. I've been fidgity, restless and mostly bored. Hence, I needed to channel my energies to avoid being engulfed by ennuie since I'm bordering scared of knowing either- a) I have nothing to do or b) whatever I do, bores me. I've been busy yes, but I need to be happy busy. And so I put my credit card at work. I've been reading like a famished, uncontroable, sickeningly crazy book worm. I might've eaten bits of the stray pages too (don't new books smell so edible? No wait, old books smell even better..either way they're all delicious).

Apart from that, music, that I had been not keeping up with, finally decided to keep up with me. Dewarists attracted me as a screenshot on facebook, with the face of Monika Dogra, from Shair and func, which I happen to like. Curiosity made me want to watch the entire link. I was amazed, and I ended up watching the entire season of Dewarists. I'm badly hung over them, oh yes. The two tracks that are just unbelievable are the ones made by Shri, Monika and Rajasthan roots. Also, Agni, Saumya Rao and Parikrima. Sonam sir went completely ballistic on the guitar. I remember meeting him long back for a college documentary we were making. We were so silly to have interviewd him by asking him lame questions like, "What is music to you, how much do you enjoy playing the guitar," etc. I mean, watch him play it, and you'll feel like that isn't even an act, a hobby, a skill. Music is his second nature. How stupid of us. Some people said the Dewarists are better than Coke studio. I agreed too, but then I went back to Coke, just to be sure, and I am back tracking from what I said. Leslie might've screwed up Coke Studio towards the end, but the music they've made over time, is really, quite, QUITE nice.

Christmas is just two days away. This year, surprisingly, I have no plans. What I do plan to do, however, is to decorate the underfed, more twigs-less leaves, sad christmas tree look-alike at home, just to be in tune with the spirit of the festival. I remember at school, we used to be taught all the Christmas Carols. All of them. Jingle bells, Silent night, Three kings, Away in a manger, Rudolph the red nose reigndeer, etc. Practice after practice after practice later, we'd be sick of singing them. The teachers would scream and pinch us if we went out of tune. That's why, we loved singing Rudolph. Why? Because of the line- "Then all the reigndeers loved him, and they shouted out with glee, YIPEEE". And at the 'yipee' part, we'd go out of control, scream our lungs out, and make it a stretched line. That's why the music teachers hardly made us practice Rudolph. Ever.


I'm off to Bombay for New Year  and what a truly happy feeling it is. The only thing I've been looking forward to for the past....2 months.

Anyway, more later. Work calls.


Love.

SOCOOL

So its' one of those fail monday mornings. You know, one of those when you reach office and think of all the important things you could've done instead of coming to work. And then you feel that the morning is a bigger fail because of all the things you could've done, were quite possible, if you had the no-guilt syndrome of taking unnecessary leaves. And then you feel like an even bigger fail because you realise that the people around you, well, they go ahead and do what their early Monday morning mind tells them to do.

Then there are the smaller, less consequential feelings of feeling the days's a fail because you find yourself relatively free. And so you decide to catch up with friends on gtalk.  But what happens is that, a) either they're too busy soaking themselves in the monday morning blues, which is to say, they're on a cribbing spree, which you don't want to hear about because, your day is already a fail, or b) they want to talk about things you definitely don't want to talk about and vise-versa, or c) they deliberately try not to laugh at your AWESOME jokes, because, they're probably not as awesome, or, its just a fail day d) they answer every question with the youtube link, which they KNOW won't open on your P.

Anyway, we were talking about how fail a day can be. Fail it is. Fail fail fail. You know how annoying it can be with someone peeks into your screen and comments? Or when you open your blog and see recent updates by people that are so fail. Or when you go to the wash room and find it infested with faces powered with white paint and your way through the crowd of bimbets and wash your hands, while rolling your eyes, listening to their negatively graphed intellectual conversations.

Fail morning. You know what also really fail? When you put up a status that says something personal like, "miss my life!" Or, "my eyes feel scratchy" and some moron you've never spoken to asks you "whyyyyy?" Or "vaaat you mean", when that status really wasn't for them. What's also fail is when some attention-seeking-jobless-idiot puts a facebook status saying, "I'm so saaaaaaaaaad! I'm so lonelyyyyy even though I only have some 2538 friends on my fb list and I'm a party animalhhhh I'm so saaaaad" and some equally attention giving-jobless-idiot will comment on it saying "oooh don't worry, I am there na! Please don't be sad. Heart".

Sofail. I have many more things to say this fail morning. But I've got to get back to work and such like.
More later.