Monday, August 28, 2006

Same old noon

I had this diary when I was somewhere around 10th std. A bit like this blog in the sense that I hardly wrote regularly or about topics that would interest anyone who derives thrill from peeping into a stray personal diary. It had scores and reports from friendly cricket matches I played in, for there was no one else who would keep that record. More importantly it had all the details of the animated football matches we played during recess and hence the only existing record of the fact that A section beat B section by a huge margin in the overall record. But then these things stop mattering, infact become a trifle childish, when you graduate from school.

Anyway what I was coming onto was that I was the lyricist of this imaginary band called 'Alter Ego' (later changed to 'Status Quo') and wrote pathetic song lyrics for them. Not intentionally pathetic but something that couldn't be helped. Probably one the reasons why you haven't heard of any such band as yet. This summer as I was browsing through that diary, counting the goals I had scored, runs I had made, wickets I had taken and taking an imaginary bow, I came across this amusing bit of 'song' lyrics which wasn't titled as yet:

Don't wanna be just another proper noun
Wanna get famous
They have a statue of me in every town

Don't know how, don't know when
Will figure it out very soon
Until then it's the same old day, same old noon.

The signs are pretty bad when you have your own 'song' stuck in your head.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

August beginning (and July ending)

It's not like I didn't try to write. A new semester, an escapade to Goa before it began, the world cup and the jersey store I've got myself after that. And yeah thanks to all those precious friends who wasted their hard earned money to bring back something for me. I'm richer by a Yankee cap, official World Cup merchandise and of course the rugby ball- the dream lives on. What was funny though was the look on my dear friend's face when he gifted me that ball, bringing it all the way from kiwi land-- I took roughly 30 seconds to point out three words in fine print " Made in India". I don't know if that's supposed to make us proud or anything. Thanks for the chocolates too, most of them tasted like wax, but you eat wax if it's from Germany or Australia or Hungary. I did.

What pushed me to write was the fact that I recently saw Easy Rider. Putting that and the Goa journey in perspective, it gave me a lot to think about. Roaming around the rustic landscape on rented bikes for three days, with just a tourist map in hand and no fixed destination with just the right kind of people isn't something you would forget in a lifetime. All that minus the girls, marijuana and LSD, money and of course the looks of Peter Fonda, but we did learn a lot. Without getting into too much trouble at that. What's getting hassled by the odd police checkpost when you put that movie ending in perspective?

Anyway Jack nicholson lived in those brief moments he had in the movie. And here's something I might quote the rest of my life:

George Hanson
: They're not scared of you. They're scared of what you represent to 'em.
Billy: Hey, man. All we represent to them, man, is somebody who needs a haircut.
George Hanson: Oh, no. What you represent to them is freedom.
Billy: What the hell is wrong with freedom? That's what it's all about.
George Hanson: Oh, yeah, that's right. That's what's it's all about, all right. But talkin' about it and bein' it, that's two different things. I mean, it's real hard to be free when you are bought and sold in the marketplace. Of course, don't ever tell anybody that they're not free, 'cause then they're gonna get real busy killin' and maimin' to prove to you that they are. Oh, yeah, they're gonna talk to you, and talk to you, and talk to you about individual freedom. But they see a free individual, it's gonna scare 'em.

I'm not a hippie, this is not the 60's and my life is not a movie. But I would like think I'm free. Whatever that means. Then Nicholson says this:

George Hanson
: I mean, it's real hard to be free when you are bought and sold in the marketplace.

Very true Jack. Very true.

Anyway what's a blog post about Goa without one of those photographs. This one is special though. Photoshopgiri at it's best. Best as we know it atleast.


Ah! To be free..