Saturday, August 23, 2008

A conversation

Bum:(piss drunk and also smoking) Hello, can I get time.
me: what?
b: time(pointing at his wrist)
me:oh sorry, I dont have a watch!
b: you Indian/Pakistani? Pakistani?
me: (stunned, looking at that guy, looks not caucasian, a bit brown but very mediterranean!) No
I am Indian!
b: Brahmachari! Shashi Kapoor? do you know?
me: heard of it but I am not sure! I have not watched many old hindi movies, sorry!
b: You Indians have everything! music, cinema what not!
me: hmm! yes you are right( confused.... :))
b: (some incoherent stuff!)
me: sorry I dont get you. (oh man this guy is crazy!)
b: (says something, I figure out he is speaking french!)
me: i am sorry, I cant understand french! I speak english.
b: (slightly angry and flustered, probably thinks I am an pro-English crazy guy) You english very small! (puts his cigarette butt down and rubs it on the pavement and says) French do this to English!
me: OK! (this guy is getting on my nerves)
b: you know Nehru? he was in Paris, he was English (wtf? Nehru english?) he was small! Paris
me: alright I dont get you!
b: (loses interest walks away and sits on a dust bin!)

Tuesday, August 05, 2008

Dr. 'Meesai' I.S. Murugesh



Did you know that Meesai Murugesh played with Shakti band? I am bowled over by this discovery on the web. Basically I was listening to this old Shakti concert
At some point in the concert, John McLaughlin introduced a percussionist Murugesh as one of the greatest living percussionists. I was puzzled and a little bit of googling revealed that this guy was none other than our own Meesai Murgesh, who I knew was a crazy innovator who could make a zillion sounds and also play the thavil. His flair for comedy was showcased in a couple of Balachander movies but this new info just blows my mind!
Another Shakti concert where Murugesh played

Friday, August 01, 2008

Women

Its evening
Has been a day where I barely speak a word.
Lonely it was, then comes along this whiff of fresh air
I go crazy, saying stuff that I don't mean, will that make me special?
Thinking instead of existing, speak one too many, words they suck!
It ends on a happy note, so do I think. Until I realise,
I was pathetic, for she said less than me :)
Life falls flat