A life less ordinary... I hope...

The day before tomorrow

2005-11-19T19:51:00.000+05:30

That is today and what is tomorrow? tomorrow is the big day! the great hunt, the D-day, the day the clock works at least twice fast for me. normally put, tomorrow is C A T (at this moment the "psycho shower scene" music keeps playing in my head over and over including the world famous scream) So a year and Rs 25000 later I ask myself am I ready? I don't have an honest answer. So will I rise? Shall I bell the CAT? I am about to face the longest few hours before the shortest two. As Mat Cauthon would have said...

"Dovie'andi Se Tovya Sagain - Time To Toss The Dice"

Delays

2005-11-10T23:45:00.000+05:30

Dear reader. If you are a regular (though for the life of me I can't imagine why) or if your coming here for the first time and thinking "what a lazy bum!" let me apologize. I have been murderously busy and will be until mid December. So no posts till then. Will be back with more sarcasm and depressing philosophy
-Yours Truly
Gandalf

Free Speech For The Dumb

2005-09-08T00:45:00.000+05:30

This is a Letter by Farhad Wadia sent out to rock music fans
regarding what happened on the 3rd of Sept at the Independence Rock
Venue

=========================================

Dear Friends,

What happened today at the Gateway of India is a travesty & mockery
Of Fair play & justice in our City. Today The Commissioner of Police
for Mumbai City did not just Stop Independence Rock He basically
told all of us that the police will control what Kind of Music can
OR Can't be heard at the Gateway of India; a monument that belongs
to all Mumbaikar's . In one stroke his Diktat didn't just cancel a
Festival that was about to celebrate its 20th Year at the Gateway …
but it stabbed at the heart of Democracy in our Country. As
certainly as that madman stabbed an innocent girl at the Gateway a
few weeks ago this unfair Diktat has stabbed all Rock musicians,
Fans & lovers who had come from Far & wide to perform & witness
History in the making ---- The 20th Year Of Independence Rock!

From over the last 15 Days I have personally been making the rounds
of every Government office in the City . We applied and got all the
following Permisions & Noc's :

1.) Maharashtra Government for the use of the Gateway .

2.) Cultural Secretary for the use of the Gateway .

3.) Archaeological Survey of India – NOC for the use of the Gateway.

4.) BMC - NOC after paying their Venue Charges & Deposits.

5.) BMC SHOW departments NOC

6.) Fire Brigade NOC

7.) PWD electrical & Stage Compliance report .

8.) Collector Mumbai for Entertainment Tax Clearance after Pre –
Payment of Entertainment Tax of Rs. 40,000

9.) Colaba Police Station NOC

10.) RTO – NOC

11.) RTO – Bandobast charges of 11,474 were paid for 30 - 40 Traffic
Cops

12.) DCP ZONE 1 & Zone 2 Clearance

13.) Rangbhoomi Permission for Lyrics

14.) Censor Board Clearance.

15.) Loud-speaker License issued by the Colaba Police Station

Along the way I got the runaround of a lifetime wherein I had to
beg, plead, cajole grovel, namedrop & Bribe at virtually every turn.
However I kept telling myself it will be worthwhile come the 3rd &
the 4th of Sept when the concert takes place. My friend & fellow
musician Hon Milind Deora MP helped and made a hundred calls every
time we got stuck … Vinod Shekhar Municipal Corporator for A WARD
too helped us immensely… However the last 2 permissions the Ticket
Selling License & The Performance License which are a mere formality
once you have the above 15 in place; were denied to us at the 11th
hour after being told all along the way that they were "just
awaiting Saab's Signature " After spending 6 hours at the
Comissioner's office at 4:30 p.m. I was informed that the Joint CP
Mr. Subhash Awate had refused to give us the permission, When I met
him he casually told me that he will meet me later… When I informed
him that the show began in 1 Hours time he just got into his car &
drove off.

I begged and pleaded with Mr. A.N. Roy's PA Mr. Kulkarni if I could
meet with him & plead our case … I was informed that Sahib did not
wish to see anybody. In desperation I dialed Milind's No and
apprised him of the situation he immediately spoke to the
Commissioner, who assured him that he will take a favorable view of
the matter and that he would see me. Milind Called me back
immediately and said that He was hopeful that the Commissioner would
relent .

When I went into the Cabin there was Mr. AN ROY ( Commissioner
Police ) , Mr. Patnaik ( Joint Commissioner ) & Mr. Naval Bajaj (DCP
Zone 1). The commissioner started by telling me that - How Could I
have wanted to stage a ROCK CONCERT at the Gateway? He kept
stressing repeatedly that the Gateway was an inappropriate venue for
this Kind of Music and told me that the Sound will Damage the
monument. I assured him that this was the same Contractor – Roger
Drego and the Same Sound system that had been used 4 times in the
past 6 months for 4 different shows at the Gateway and authorized by
his office. :

1. The Mumbai Festival featuring Al Jarreau & other Jazz – Rock
artists .

2. Shakti featuring Zakir Hussain & John Mac Laughlin another Jazz
Rock / Fusion Act

3. The Mumbai Mirror Launch function

4. Bal Thackeray's Book Launch .

To this he kept insisting that these were all Government Shows & not
commercial events. When I told him that the Al Jarreau Gig was an
MTV & VH1 Show which Charged an average of Rs 2000 & the Shakti show
was organized by my friend Shashi Vyas who owns a private event
company and had an average ticket price of Rs. 1500; & also the
Launch of a private newspaper is a Commercial event …. & that
Balasaheb Thackeray is a private Citizen with no official Government
Post . He said that those shows were all right BUT ours was not
Suitable for the Gateway .

In spite of me repeatedly reminding him that Our Show had all INDIAN
BANDS, & no Foreign Acts… Our 20th year Anniversary… and a Ticket
Price one 1/10 th of the other events he had allowed … he still told
me that he would not permit it . In desperation I told him that not
only did I stand to loose over Rs. 10 Lakhs that I had spent on the
event but also 3000 kids who showed up from all across the Country
would be disappointed , he told me that this was not his concern. He
rejected our application on the grounds of Sound Pollution & Law &
Order problem.

This too me reeks of a simple prejudice that Rock listened to by
Middle Class Non-Affluent College Kids is Sound Pollution & Jazz
Rock Or Fusion patronized by the Page 3 Crowd was Sweet &
Appropriate Music …. Once again a Government Official who has been
invested with these Absolute powers by the Government has let his
personal taste in music / perception of Rock Music influence his
decision.

Dejected & shattered by this unfair decision I made my way to the
Gateway and informed the Huge Crowd that …Once Again Rock Music Had
been made a Scapegoat Of and asked them to disperse quietly &
peacefully .

What happened next Amazed me … Rock Fans who have been stereotyped
as violent & abusive & other unflattering adjectives by the Police
quietly left the venue . Had this been a Ganesh Utsav, Durga Pooja ,
Or Navratri Celebration there would have surely been a riot there !

The question's we need to ask ourselves now are:

1.) Are we going to let the Police decide what type of Music can be
played at a National Monument?

2.) Are we going to have one set of Rules for Jazz, Indian
Classical, & Fusion and a different set of rules for Rock?

3.) Are we still suffering from a Post Colonial Hangover that
Foreign / White Bands can perform at National Monuments & Indian
Bands don't have the same Rights ?

4.) Are we going to have Separate rules for Big Newspapers & TV
Organizations , & Politicians and different ones for ordinary
citizens like me ?

5.) Are we going to let Government officials whose Salaries get paid
by taxes that we pay cause irreparable Loss of money Time & effort
to citizens like me?

6.) Are we going to let shows get cancelled after 14 different
Government Departments have okayed it, just because someone did not
like the idea of the Gateway of India to be used for a Rock
Concert ?

What has happened today thus is not just a Concert that has been
cancelled. It is an infringement of our Constitutionally Guaranteed
Fundamental Right to listen & enjoy different types of music without
interference by Police Officials.

I would thus like to request the Court's of our Country to intervene
and correct this Gross Miscarriage of Justice and ensure that
Independence Rock 20 Happens at the Gateway Of India towards the end
of September!

Please forward this to your Friends & ask them to forward it to
their Friends … Somewhere along the Line some one in a powerful
place might wakeup to the fact that an injustice was done here and
it should be corrected!

On a dfifferent note all those who bought tickets .. they will be
valid for the concert which will take place sometime this month.

If you want a refund you can get this too by emailing SAHIL - THE
DEMONSTEALER

Hey, Hey, My, My Rock & Roll Can Never Die !!! – Neil Young

Yours Sincerely,

Farhad K. Wadia

___________________________________________________________________

Spread the word. Forward this to all your friends who are intrested in rock or infact just value the freedom of expression and speech. Don't let the fucking bastards win.

Stereotype fools,
Playing the game,
Nothing Unique,
They all look the same....

We Will Rise!

Flash and bang!

2005-09-02T02:16:00.000+05:30

Yay!!! I'm soooo happy right now. My website is coming along G R E A T! I've changed the complete interface to flash. And boy does it look good ( Yeah I'm gloating. If you have a problem then FO ). But what's so special about today? You may ask. Well gentle readed today I learnt and implemented two great things. First I learnt how to access XML files from flash thereby making my site content dynamic and the flash file a lot smaller. Also I learnt how to make this dynamic text scroll. You may be thinking huh that's not so cool. But believe me when you get down to it, it's bloody frustrating. So I'm happy tra laa laa laa laa! You'll get to see my baby hopefully by next weekend.

Signing Off..

The meek shall inherit the earth...

2005-08-27T22:24:00.000+05:30

However it seems that it's the "reserved" who's doing it. Recently the SC (supreme court) questioned the quota in private institutions (home SC minding the SC. The irony!). As expected the political gentry of our fine country screamed foul. They used big terms like "Social Justice" and "Social Responsibility" and justified the distribution of seats in higher education on the basis of caste rather than merit. A few weeks before this "monumental" hearing, a topic on reservations was doing rounds on dcetech and as I troll the boards so very often, I jumped into the thick of it.

The scenerio was that some poor soul who didn't get a seat in the CEE or didn't get a subject of his choice immediately blamed the almost one fourth of the seats being reserved instead of his own lack of preperation. People were very vocal and some outright rude. A lot of people ganged up against the quota people. Now being an admin it was my sacred duty to keep the forum free from such delicate issues. So I tried to moderate and elaborate the problem from the quota people's point of view (I'm not one, by the way). However another guy saw this thread and what do you know! He turned out to be a quota guy. He started whining about how tough is it for the shuds and how he was a second generation student and yada yada yada and then he went on to justify the quota system. Stating every few statements that he doesn't want quota and then justifing it in the very next. Now when I found out who that guy really was I was quite nicely annoyed. He turned out to be a classmate who is certainly not "opressed" well not anymore than any third world middle class joe. Rides a nice bike wears branded clothes. Now that really got my goat. I mean how can a person who comes from the same economic background as I do call himself opressed and discriminated against? These people say that it's the supposed "upper" caste who discriminate. But as far as I know it's these guys who write their caste on every enterance exam form with glee.

I don't say that it's the SC/ST people are bad. Had I been in their place I would have done e x a c t l y the same. My grudge is against these bastard politicians. The vote driven bullshit must stop. The downtrodden should be uplifted. I don't say that out of morality. It's only logical. economic divides only result in anarchy. But do circumstances detoriate only for the quota people?

My take is that reservations should be on economic backgrounds. On grass root level ie the standard education up to twelfth class. Give them economic aid until they can fend for themselves but never compromise the merit. Later give the meritorious students who happen to be economically unsound backing in the college. Because if merit is compromised where would it stop. Even as I type people are clamoring for a quota in the private sector hiding behind the same "social justice" bullshit. If that happens ,then rest assured, there won't be much left for the meek to inherit.

you can find the full muck slinging battle here

Didn't turn out the way you wanted it, did it?

2005-08-22T00:50:00.000+05:30

I'm really really depressed right now and the funny part is I'm depressed because I got a job! TCS came to college for campus recruitments. I was amongst the hmm... lets see... 160 odd joes who got it. The package was the usual IT firm package you expect and well I was kinda OK for a couple of days. I thought well what the hell it's only a fallback. I'm really aiming at the "A" companies The pay a full 3 lpa! Yeah!!!

But the bubble was quiet convincingly pricked today morning. I met up with Bombay while we were going for the Mock CAT. He told me his cousin got a job worth 8 lpa at NSIT. I presently hold a job worth 2.2 lpa which may go up to 2.5. so when I see the differance between 8 and 2.5 and 3 it's nothing! just a measly 50K! The thing that hurts the most though is the fact that the person I'm talking about is like us. He likes to have fun, playes videogames and is certainly not the geek. That's what hurts so fucking bad! I mean man where did I go wrong? I am supposedly in a top college of this country. Where did I fuck up? Because in the end I proved that I'm just mediocre. The whole TCS/Infy/Cogni placement frenzy is a celebration of mediocrity. I'm just another face in a throng of dickwads. A life less ordinary my ass!

just a reflection
just a glimpse
just a little reminder
of all the what abouts
and all the might have
could have beens
another day
some other way
but not another reason to continue
and now you're one of us
the wretched

the hopes and prays
the better days
the far aways
forget it

it didn't turn out the way you wanted it to
it didn't turn out the way you wanted it to, did it?
it didn't turn out the way you wanted it to
it didn't turn out the way you wanted it to, did it?

now you know
this is what it feels like
now you know
this is what it feels like

the clouds will part and the sky cracks open
and god himself will reach his fucking arm through
just to push you down
just to hold you down
stuck in this hole with the shit and the piss
and it's hard to believe it could come down to this back at the
beginning
sinking
spinning

and in the end
we still pretend
the time we spend
not knowing when
you're finally free
and you could be

but it didn't turn out the way you wanted it to
it didn't turn out quite the way that you wanted it

now you know
this is what it feels like
now you know
this is what it feels like

you can try to stop it but it keeps on coming
you can try to stop it but it keeps on coming....

Feed

2005-08-07T23:39:00.000+05:30

"Big words, small minds.
Behind the veils you will find a
Scavanger of human sorrow..."

These words are a fitting tribute to one of the most irresponsible branches of the Indian industry. Media. They truely are the scavengers. They rush to a bad news, like a vulture to a carcass, and rush twice as fast to spread it like a disease. "We have just heard the reports of bombing in Assam" says the news caster with glee. "We'll get back to you as and when we know more" you could practically see him rubbing his hands with anticipation. They always, always capitalise on the bad news. The good news comes only if it's just too big to pass up.

The problem with our media is that it is too powerful and hardly answerable to anybody. They have the ever useful free media lever to pull. I you try to stop them they'll yell opression and stifling of the "truth". What truth? Truth varies from person to person.

The media trumpets that they are making people aware of the bad things in this world so that they are better prepared to face them. But they make such a propoganda that it makes the public too aware. Take the MMS scandle for an example. The rampant abuse of MMS technology in India is more a result of the media hype around it than the voyeuristis streak we Indians are blamed for. The average John Q with an MMS enabled phone would have been too scared to use his phone for such purposes but he sees this on TV all time! So he says hey that's cool everybody is doing it. Why can't I?

Media has been called the right arm of Satan and it rightly is. It aggrevates strife by showing the tragedy again and again and again..until even the most passive person involved explodes and they get more fodder. It divides people, It revels in tragedy.

Sadly we live in such a screwed up world that everyday is a feast for these vultures and even more sadly, as things are going, they shall feast for a long time.

Hypocrites All...

2005-07-14T11:26:00.000+05:30

Why are Indians such hypocrites?

We're Indians. We don't kiss. Kissing is what people outside India do. We just smile shyly at the people we love. Watch our many movies for proof.

We are all heterosexual. Homosexuals live outside our borders. We encourage our media to explore sexuality. We accept alternative sexualities, even though we are all convinced they do not exist.

Few of us undress fully while making love. Undressing is what people outside India do. We are content with a little wiggling and maybe a few post-coital cigarettes. Sex is, after all, a dirty word. We don't think about sex. It's never on our minds. We think pure thoughts at all hours.

We love cricket. It's because we're so good at it. It's because our cricketers pour their hearts into every game. Other sports are not worthy of our attention. Other sportsmen do not pour their hearts out into their games. Other sportsmen are not worthy of endorsing our brands of footwear, aerated drinks or car batteries. Our cricketers alone deserve our adoration. Our cricketers and our movie stars, that is. Our movie stars are intelligent. They study all scripts carefully and are always unwilling to propagate stereotypes. Our movie stars live clean, wholesome lives and are therefore perfectly suited to deliver clean, wholesome messages to the masses that adore them.

We are a patient, tolerant people. We accept all religions and tolerate all kinds of behaviour. We never riot. Rioting, too, happens only outside our borders. We keep the peace at all hours. We do not typecast other religions or provoke sentiments. Watch our many movies for proof.

All Indians are our brothers and sisters. This is why we respect all women. This is why women in our major cities can do as they like and travel, unaccompanied, at all hours. This is why our policemen are highly respected, for the protection they offer all women. We like women to have minds of their own. Women who lead their own lives need not fear humiliation at our hands. We do not brand them whores. Look at our many female film stars for proof. We respect them all. The ones who choose to do as they like on screen, as well as the ones who do not.

We have never felt the need to keep women at home, closeted or covered in any way. Bold women are never a threat to us. The idea of female sexuality is welcomed and holds no threat for our calm countrymen. We do not ask women to wear clothes we choose for them. We respect them irrespective of whether they're dressed in nine-yard saris or nine-inch mini-skirts.

Education is important for us. We respect our teachers. We encourage our sons and daughters to take up teaching as a profession. We pay our teachers well. We pay our teachers on time. We teach our sons that teaching is not just a job for women. We respect our system of education. We encourage our sons and daughters to get an education here, not abroad, because we believe in the system. The few who graduate abroad are encouraged to come back here, to make life even better than it already is for themselves and their countrymen.

We are proud of our culture. We uphold it every week. Our heritage is precious. This is why we protect it well. Our monuments are well cared for. Our museums are well funded. Our curators are literate and well paid. We do not allow people to encroach on sites like the Taj Mahal or the Qutub Minar. Graffiti is not allowed. Vandalism is a myth.

We treat our sons and daughters equally. We allow our daughters to marry when they wish to. We allow our daughters to pick the men they want to spend their lives with. We encourage our daughters to think for themselves. We believe they have the intelligence to make wise decisions. This is also why we encourage them to study further.

We love our country. We don't want to live anywhere else. We don't work towards the idea of leaving it and never coming back. Because we're Indians. Hypocrites, all.

-From Rediff.com

Bakwaas

2005-07-12T13:57:00.000+05:30

Log on to www.bakwaas.info for placement papers, tutorials and many other student resources!!!

Heartificial

2005-07-10T18:23:00.000+05:30

I've started working on a new music project called "Heartificial". I know the name sounds corny but it's called so because it's made completely in Fruity Loops and hence is artificial hence the name. Here are the links to the songs I've worked on:

Track List:

1) Return Of The King

2) Fugue

3) Destiny

4) Flight Of The Phoenix

Will add more as I make them. Feel free to post reviews and brickbats (if anybody reads this) for the songs.

Stranger in my own land Pt 2

2005-07-10T17:01:00.000+05:30

Ahh to continue. I jumped into the qualis thinking what the hell! We'll take him for the usual bullshit tour of the decaying old buildings that are generously sprinkled in and around Delhi. But it was not to be. My cousin had a different agenda altogether. Her wanted to see buildings alright but the were of more "Religious" nature. So fighting the bile rising in my stomach I told the driver we'l go to Chattarpur. Imagine! I suppose that reaffirm my faith in "Irony be thy life". My onerous task was made more annoying as we had to remove our footwear. For those who haven't had the misfortune to go to Chattarpur, it's a huge temple in a god forsaken corner of Delhi. A bloody good excuse for encroaching acres of land. The temperature was around 45 degrees that day and the temple has a marble flooring. Standing in the shade of the changing stand I charted the quickest route I can take to minimize the imminent agony my feet were to go through. So I scurried and scampered from shade to shade cursing the temple, the heat and the visitors. An agonising hour later my company decided that they had had enough. I thanked my stars and bounded towards with glee. But then misery loves company. I was told since we are in the neighbourhood why not visit the ISKCON temple. Another pilgrimage for swindlers. Those buggers go a step ahead. They are international! they fleece people all around the world.
As we approached the destination I saw the Red building(?) with rising dread. Hoping against hope that the would have carpeted floors atleast. I didn't think my poor feet would survive another scorching. Then the tide turned. I turned out we were late by ten minutes and the temple was closed for the evening. I danced a jig in my head. After that most opportune event I somehow convinced them may be we should head home as it's too hot to be outside and the listned. Soon I was back to my dear room, my precious computer, my precious xbox, my precious books and my MOST precious bed and so the ordeal ended.

Moral of the story: Dilli Darshan Sucks Ass!

Stranger in my own land

2005-06-30T20:58:00.000+05:30

My cousin had come to visit me from my home town a few days back. So instead of boring him in the house, we decided to bore him outside and I was given the herculian task to show them around Delhi. The day started with bad omens, I was rudely woken up at 9 O'Clock. I mean who the hell wakes up at nine during holidays? When we finally got out I was greeted by a gleaming Qualis. It was mercifully air conditioned. I thought phew what the hell roaming around in an AC car can't be that bad right?..... WRONG!

Now let me tell you something about me first. I'm an atheist. Kind of... It's like I don't have a lot of problem with the concept of god. But the way it has been made into a business bugs me to no end. I can't stand the Temples, The pundits and the rest of the cursed bunch. Hmmm. I'll write about my hatred for religion later. But let's focus on what happened to me on that day.

To be contd.....

The wrath of hell...

2005-06-25T03:16:00.000+05:30

Your Deadly Sins

Sloth: 60%

Greed: 40%

Lust: 20%

Pride: 20%

Wrath: 20%

Envy: 0%

Gluttony: 0%

Chance You'll Go to Hell: 23%

You will die with your hand down your underwear, watching Star Trek.

How Sinful Are You?

I'll be damned!

2005-06-25T03:11:00.000+05:30

Goin’ home, late last night
Suddenly I got a fright
Yeah I looked through the window and surprised what I saw
Fairy wearing boots were dancing’ with a dwarf,

All right now!

Fairies wear boots and you gotta believe me
Yeah I saw it, I saw it, I tell you no lies
Yeah fairies wear boots and you gotta believe me
I saw it, I saw it with my own two eyes,

Well all right now!

So I went to the doctor
See what he could give me
He said son, son, you’ve gone too far.
’cause smokin’ and trippin’ is all that you do.

nEuROTIC pleasures

2005-06-25T02:36:00.000+05:30

Let me take you on a journey. Through the myriad realms of my brain, it's nook and crannies, across the brooks of memories, through the woods of apprehension and beyond the hills of apprehension. The journey may be dark and may be bright. It may be joyous or it may be sorrowful. We'll walk through the phantasmgorical landscape of my mind. My mindscape. So dear reader all I ask of you is patience. Persevere my friend and we'll go looking at the world through the looking glass....

C'mon baby, Baby take my hand
Don't fear the reaper...