Tuesday, February 05, 2008

Philosophy of the day

The search never ends.
Time ends.

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Sunday, February 03, 2008

Summertime during winter

Hurray, Idol is back. And as per Simon (and what I have seen through the auditions), the level of talent is pretty high this year compared to last year. So, Tuesday and Wednesday nights are going to be fun. I am rooting for a guy winning it this time. Girls have dominated Idol enough, so lets go guys! Lets see if we get someone like an Aiken or a Daughtry out of this season.

Anyway, I was going through some of the past Idol performances and this one stands out by far. Fantasia has sung it so well that I am humming this song enough these days for my roomie to ask me to stop. Read the following comment Randy style: "Yo Yo man, Yo Yo! If there was any doubt in my mind as to why people made you the idol, it all went out with that performance. That was de bomb!"

The lyrics for this song is damn good to get a mention on my blog:

And the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin'
And the cotton is high

Your daddy's rich
And your mamma's good lookin'
So hush little baby
Don't you cry

One of these mornings
You're going to rise up singing
Then you'll spread your wings
And you'll take to the sky

But till that morning
There's a'nothing can harm you
With daddy and mamma standing by

(Source: stlyrics.com)

And here is me welcoming Season 7 with a beautiful rendition of this song by our ex-American Idol,Fantasia Barrino.

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Friday, February 01, 2008

How to lose your identity and get it back!

You have got to enjoy certain things in life,no matter the situation it puts you in. There are the times when unusual patterns emerge in life and one such time is when I travel by air. The first time I came to the U.S, bombs were discovered on the aircrafts at the London airport. This time when I went back to India for the break, the day I was travelling, Ms.Bhutto was assasinated. My mom got freaked out when they announced that my flight was late (though she didn't realise it was by 20 mins). So, I expected something or other would have happened when I came back to the U.S again. Expected serious faces and tightened security measures at the JFK airport. When I disembarked, I was surprised to see a very quiet immigration and customs area. Guess ours was the only flight that landed that Monday afternoon. Ok,just when you think one flight journey has been completed where there was no drama, it happens.

I clear the customs and immigration, pickup my luggage, board the air train to the Jamaica station. I pick up a train schedule and want to put it in my backpack and thats when I realise, its GONE! Among other things, the backpack contained my passport, I-20, laptop, cellphone and the key to my apartment(thats worth more than $150 now if you happen to lose it). Now, I am a just a noone who has no identity whatsover in this country. Pretty scary, huh!

Good thing about the U.S and especially about New Yorkers is, they are very friendly and helpful. I talked to the lady at the ticket counter and also the lady whose job is to usher the people who arrive at the Jamaica station with where to stay,what ticket to buy etc.They just get the colour of the bag from me and what kind of bag it was(thats all they asked for. Nothing about the contents) and call the authorities at the JFK on the walkie talkie. Technology comes to the use as well. They just press the emergency button and you can communicate to the person at the other end. Yours truly had left the bag on the air train terminal at the airport. Someone had picked it and kept it safe and they all were expecting me to contact. The lady allows me to board the air train for free now. I go back to the airport again and there is someone waiting there just for me so that he can hand the bag over. 'Ah, the laptop bag, huh?',the man asks me.He also said that he was expecting me to return in the next train itself and get the bag back but I realised it a good 30-45 min since I left it at the airport. Those were few scary moments of my life. I don't even know whats the procedure to get a new passport here, to get a visa, new I-20. Probably, that would have meant I go back to India again. I don't know how I would have done that without a passport. On top of that I would have lost my cellphone and my laptop. In the end, everything was intact in that bag, Red and 'black' bag. Emphasis on black because, everyone who helped me to get my bag back were all African Americans: The lady at the reservation counter at Jamaica, the lady who was the usher at the Jamaica station and the man waiting at JFK with my bag.

Phew, that ends the story of one more 'incident' filled air trip!

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Sunday, August 26, 2007

Save me

from watching reality TV shows. I know that it's all drama,well scripted and all bullshit and nonsense. But, that is what making people watch them, isnt it? Search for a singing superstar, dancer, director, producer, comedian, model,chef, bride, bridegroom, lover, princess, a date. Does this end somewhere!? And how do you stay away from them?


Wednesday, August 15, 2007

I-Day addiction

My independence day addiction is this

Next, Lata Mangeshkar in the making? May be! Very strong and powerful voice.I bet the best of the best singers in India could not have performed this song like how Poonam performed it all in one go! One of the best performances on a reality music show I have seen so far. Yesterday night,was listening to this song until my ears started paining and finally gave them rest around 4.15 AM. Very innocent and humble person with a touching life story. Hope she becomes a great playback singer of India.

The other interesting thing about this performance(atleast for me) was that the Vande Mataram song actually has more lyrics to it than the four or five lines of it which I had known. Never knew that the song was published in a book called Anandmatha and the Vande Mataram I have known all these years was the one which the Congress approved in 1905. After all these years, Wiki told me more about what is my 'national' song.

Humming a patriotic song on the I-day, for a change!

Vande Mataram Vande Mataram Vande Mataram Vande Mataram

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Monday, August 13, 2007

Shit happens ?

Those were the words spoken to a friend over the phone , around 4 AM on a cold Jersey morning. It was more of like a consolation. As the call ended, a thought came to the mind as to whether shit happens all the times or just gets created by ourseleves most of the times which we are not ready to accept and acknowledge.


Friday, July 27, 2007


What a secret ingredient it is, to your cooking! My rajma never tasted like what it tasted this time when I added coriander leaves. Hmmmmmmmmm. Wah! Still, relishing the taste.

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