Someone told me of late, that what I know, is very akin to the same thing about Jon Snow (and she doesn't even know about the Song of Ice and Fire).
It's one of those random mornings when it's supposed to be your day off, but you end up opening your eyes at 6.00 am, and you're unable to go back to sleep. Oh, right, I said I'd wake up early and go for a run. It was still pretty close to impossible to shut off the alarm and sleep.
Then what do you do, you wake up and exercise because it's too hot to run. Your workout happens, you're pleased, and then you wonder if you should go back to sleep, but with your body functioning the way it does, the adrenaline pumping, you're aching to jump into a boat, pull up the main pull in your sheet, get the hull to plane and get into a blazing fast reach downwind somewhere. But - you're Delhi, landlocked, and not a windy water body in sight (I will administer great pain to anyone who quips in with a 'Bro, there are rivers close by bro.' , believe me, it will be a lot of pain. )
So instead, you go to the kitchen, dump some fresh beans into the grinder, and you grind, brew, french press, and it ends up being one of those hot mornings where you're sitting, post workout, sipping some brilliant South Indian gourmet coffee (you miss the ladies from the region), and as my brother says - contemplating life. I have started posts with some amount of randomness, but this is probably far removed from all of those. Still not writing with purpose, intent, conclusive topic areas etc. I've gotten back to reading a decent amount, somewhere between books on economics and innovation (not in the same book) and quite a bit of fiction. I also discovered that based on certain facts twisted to make a decent storyline(the Shiva Trilogy) that Shiva is actually half Tibetan half Parsi. That might explain the BC, MC taari maai ni reaction to a lot of things. I wonder if he curses with equal amounts of love as well, Though the whole ' I want to blow shit up and/or destroy it because it doesn't float my boat, oh yeah, and because it's evil' tendencies are pretty cool, slightly unexplained, and totally opposite of stoner tendencies. Fun.
As always, its been an interesting month in my head with regard to the larger ideas of life. I don't even know if that's what I'm actually trying to say but you get my drift. And well, if you don't get my drift, then you don't get my drift. Maybe you should move more downstream from me.
I've been more and more drawn to Formula 1 off late. Not its glam, not its world stage, not its scam side in terms of money issues, budget cuts etc, and CERTAINLY NOT Pirelli, who make tyres that last just about as long as this cup of coffee (the huge difference is that the quality of the coffee is probably waaaaayyy better). I've been drawn to the drive (yes - laugh, no - i'm not being punny. Ok, who am I kidding), the sheer willpower and strength that people draw from the will to actually make a mark and progress without giving up. Regaining former glory, and not giving up till the very last lap. There's always been some sort of a draw toward the sport, not as a driver, but as a strategist, team management etc. Who knows, maybe one day I'll live that Rush (yes, for those of you who get these blog titles).
The FIFA world cup has been great. Sleeplessness due to the odd match timings and all the other insomnia that kicks in just about as regularly as a baby has to eat, sleep and poop, have got my boss thinking that I've probably been hitting the bottle regularly and watching each and every match. Man, I really wish life was that much of a cakewalk.
Every now and then I have one of those 'must....play....more... rock n roll' moments. And in those moments, I make plans, which at this level seem more like threats (you know the - we're going to play more gigs and record this year, variety). We'll see what rolls out, pans out (yes sound engineers, i punned again).
I have been writing a little bit though, and when I have some coherent sets of lyrics, maybe I'll just put them up here for you lot to read and hopefully not steal. As is, the head tends to go to a load of funny places, ifs and buts, will or won't and all sorts of things that are signs of a total and lack of complacency and contentedness, which is pretty much a good thing, because it means movement. Nobody (read as me and the several monsters that live in my head after they moved in from under my bed) likes to sit still and be totally content because maybe that just lacks the idea or motions of progress and evolution. It's time to leave behind all the hipsters and repeatfest (yes i said it) bastards and shoot for the moon.
However, I guess at this point, with the sky(and then some) being the limit, lines from Troy pretty much echo my thoughts perfectly.
'Men are haunted by the vastness of eternity and so we ask ourselves will our actions echo across the centuries? Will strangers hear our names long after we're gone and wonder who we were? How bravely we fought? How fiercely we loved?'
I've also been obsessing over Tales of Brave Ulysses off late. Cream made the legend sound so much sexier than it is.
So here's to an early morning, reasonably pointless post that rambles on about all things bright and beautiful, creatures great and small. We aim to please(ahem), entertain, and hopefully make you tear your hair out at some point. Until the next time, enjoy the weather, and ask nicely, I'll come and sing you a song.
Cheers,
The Beast.
It's one of those random mornings when it's supposed to be your day off, but you end up opening your eyes at 6.00 am, and you're unable to go back to sleep. Oh, right, I said I'd wake up early and go for a run. It was still pretty close to impossible to shut off the alarm and sleep.
Then what do you do, you wake up and exercise because it's too hot to run. Your workout happens, you're pleased, and then you wonder if you should go back to sleep, but with your body functioning the way it does, the adrenaline pumping, you're aching to jump into a boat, pull up the main pull in your sheet, get the hull to plane and get into a blazing fast reach downwind somewhere. But - you're Delhi, landlocked, and not a windy water body in sight (I will administer great pain to anyone who quips in with a 'Bro, there are rivers close by bro.' , believe me, it will be a lot of pain. )
So instead, you go to the kitchen, dump some fresh beans into the grinder, and you grind, brew, french press, and it ends up being one of those hot mornings where you're sitting, post workout, sipping some brilliant South Indian gourmet coffee (you miss the ladies from the region), and as my brother says - contemplating life. I have started posts with some amount of randomness, but this is probably far removed from all of those. Still not writing with purpose, intent, conclusive topic areas etc. I've gotten back to reading a decent amount, somewhere between books on economics and innovation (not in the same book) and quite a bit of fiction. I also discovered that based on certain facts twisted to make a decent storyline(the Shiva Trilogy) that Shiva is actually half Tibetan half Parsi. That might explain the BC, MC taari maai ni reaction to a lot of things. I wonder if he curses with equal amounts of love as well, Though the whole ' I want to blow shit up and/or destroy it because it doesn't float my boat, oh yeah, and because it's evil' tendencies are pretty cool, slightly unexplained, and totally opposite of stoner tendencies. Fun.
As always, its been an interesting month in my head with regard to the larger ideas of life. I don't even know if that's what I'm actually trying to say but you get my drift. And well, if you don't get my drift, then you don't get my drift. Maybe you should move more downstream from me.
I've been more and more drawn to Formula 1 off late. Not its glam, not its world stage, not its scam side in terms of money issues, budget cuts etc, and CERTAINLY NOT Pirelli, who make tyres that last just about as long as this cup of coffee (the huge difference is that the quality of the coffee is probably waaaaayyy better). I've been drawn to the drive (yes - laugh, no - i'm not being punny. Ok, who am I kidding), the sheer willpower and strength that people draw from the will to actually make a mark and progress without giving up. Regaining former glory, and not giving up till the very last lap. There's always been some sort of a draw toward the sport, not as a driver, but as a strategist, team management etc. Who knows, maybe one day I'll live that Rush (yes, for those of you who get these blog titles).
The FIFA world cup has been great. Sleeplessness due to the odd match timings and all the other insomnia that kicks in just about as regularly as a baby has to eat, sleep and poop, have got my boss thinking that I've probably been hitting the bottle regularly and watching each and every match. Man, I really wish life was that much of a cakewalk.
Every now and then I have one of those 'must....play....more... rock n roll' moments. And in those moments, I make plans, which at this level seem more like threats (you know the - we're going to play more gigs and record this year, variety). We'll see what rolls out, pans out (yes sound engineers, i punned again).
I have been writing a little bit though, and when I have some coherent sets of lyrics, maybe I'll just put them up here for you lot to read and hopefully not steal. As is, the head tends to go to a load of funny places, ifs and buts, will or won't and all sorts of things that are signs of a total and lack of complacency and contentedness, which is pretty much a good thing, because it means movement. Nobody (read as me and the several monsters that live in my head after they moved in from under my bed) likes to sit still and be totally content because maybe that just lacks the idea or motions of progress and evolution. It's time to leave behind all the hipsters and repeatfest (yes i said it) bastards and shoot for the moon.
However, I guess at this point, with the sky(and then some) being the limit, lines from Troy pretty much echo my thoughts perfectly.
'Men are haunted by the vastness of eternity and so we ask ourselves will our actions echo across the centuries? Will strangers hear our names long after we're gone and wonder who we were? How bravely we fought? How fiercely we loved?'
I've also been obsessing over Tales of Brave Ulysses off late. Cream made the legend sound so much sexier than it is.
So here's to an early morning, reasonably pointless post that rambles on about all things bright and beautiful, creatures great and small. We aim to please(ahem), entertain, and hopefully make you tear your hair out at some point. Until the next time, enjoy the weather, and ask nicely, I'll come and sing you a song.
Cheers,
The Beast.
