It is not everyday that is your day.Yes, there is a saying - "Every Dog has its day"...and that day doesnt come everyday.For me, last saturday was a Day i cannot forget.

When i came to know that L.Subramaniam was performing in Hyderabad, i couldnt contain my anxiety. i was in college and immediately rushed to library, to scan the newspaper. Luckily, i found the contact-person's phone number and found out the details of the show.

Venue: Shilpa Kalaa Vedhika, Shilparamam.

Time: 6:30pm.

Entry was free but people were asked to carry passes(for some security reasons), which were available at Idea Cellular-showroom near L.B.Stadium. Since work kept me busy, i immediately called up few friends, to know if they can get passes. While Aparna forgot about the passes, Prashanth managed to get them. we thought we wont be able to get them, since the passes are available to Idea Cellular customers only. but fortunately, Prashanth could get the passes by registering with the few idea-cell numbers(of his relatives) he has got. The good news hit me by 4:00pm and i wrapped up my work in the office.

By 6:15pm, we parked ourselves at the auditorium, waiting for Aparna. The real shock came to me when i noticed that hardly 100 people gathered there to attend the concert. L.Subramaniam playing and only 100 people! i wondered what happened to Hyderabad people & pitied them. People who spend a saturday evening watching some stupid movie in a multiplex, paying 100bucks dont realize what they are losing. Anways, i am/was/will not one of them. Prashanth & myself spent some time talking about few previous concerts we attended.I remembered one previous Fusion Concert of L.Subramaniam, at necklace road, which myself, Ravi & Ragz attened. It was another unforgettable concert and probably the first fusion concert i attended in my life. good old memories.

Meanwhile, quite casually, film-maker K.Vishwanath dropped in and sat next to us, when we were waiting outside the hall. Being an admirer of his films, especially the ones made in 80s, i couldnt keep mum and told him how much i have liked his films. with a smile, he autographed in my note-book.

My BP began to rose because it was already 6:45 and Aparna was nowhere to be seen. Finally, she made a cool entry at 7:05pm and fortunately, the show didnt start till then.

The show started with Hindustani Vocalist Sanjeev Abhyankar's rendition of Raag Yaman. he was accompanied by Tabla & Harmoium. Quite coincidentally, i heard him for the 1st time, quite recently, while writing some Cds of hindustani music. his rendition was marvelous & it amazed me, more so, because he could play around with his voice, as if it was not inside his throat but something in his hands. Superb tonal control. After mesmerizing the audience with Yaman, he proceeded with Raag "Madhukauns". This one is a newbie for me, or rather, i am a newbie to this raaga, because i havent heard about this raaga till now. Needless to say, he excelled in this one too. Hindustani singers have their own way of rendering the Gamakas and Sanjeev Abhyankar justified his stature as Pt.Jasraj's disciple. Infact Pt.Jasraj was seated among the VIP audience.

L.Subramaniam was to step in next, along with his son, Ambi Subramaniam, but some technical problems gave way for an irritatingly long break of 45 minutes. somewhere at 10:00pm, L.Subramaniam started off with Raag "Hamsadhwani" - "Vaathapi Ganapathim".but 5mins through the krithi, he could feel that something was going wrong and asked the audience if they were able to hear him. The sound of percussion instruments(thavil,ghatam,kanjira) dominated the violin and people were uneasy about it. he then realized that the D-I-Box was not able to recieve the signal from his violin(electric violin). He tried to work on it but nothing improved. Meanwhile, the percussion players went ahead with a jugalbandi session. Though L.Subramaniam apologized to the audience for not being able to perform, the audience insisted him, which made him try once again. The sound of percusssion instruments was lowered to maintain the violin volume up and fortunately it worked.

L.Subramaniam then took over and held the audience spell-bound with Raag Kaapi. It was one of the wonderful Kaapi Krithis i ever heard.Kaapi has its own "caressing-feel" to it, which is why i like it a lot.for me, it is a parallel to Raag-"Peelu" because Raag peelu renders a similar feel, though it is technically very different from raag Kaapi. The music was nothing short of Divine. i couldnt realize when it ended since it transported me into a different world altogether.An experience which i cannot trap in words.

On request, L.Subramaniam played another carnatic krithi, the raaga of which is unknown to me. somewhere close to 11:00pm, the concert drew to close.

The low audience number came to my advantage here. we met Sanjeev Abhyankar and congratulated him for the wonderful rendition. Then came one of the most unforgettable moments of my life. we walked up to Pt.Jasraj and took his blessings. He spoke about the role of youth in preserving the traditional music of india and expressed his concerns over the issue. For me, it was a moment i cannot forget because it was none other than Pt.Jasraj. We went up to the stage and touched the feet of L.Subramaniam. I told him how much i love his music, while Prashanth took his autograph. Pt.Jasraj too walked up and told L.Subramaniam that the music was very divine, more so, because the volume of percussion instruments was kept down and the sound of his violin was highlighted. It was truly an unbelievable moment since we were there interacting about music, with the legends themselves. The only thing i missed that day was a camera. If only i had carried one. L.Subramaniam and Pt.Jasraj, both floored me with their humility, which was evident with the way they spoke to common people. L.Subramaniam was totally down-to-earth and treated every person/fan approaching him with respect and happily obliged when people took photographs with him. Thats something we missed.

we left the auditorium with a sense of gratification, both, musically and also emotionally...because it is not everyday that we can meet legends, talk with them..everyday is not Our Day..but last Saturday was something special.

Blessed!

1 Santoor.
1 Bass-Guitar.
1 Flute.
1 Sitar
1 Saxophone.
1 Indian Violin.
1 Piano
4 Tablas.
1 Jazz-trap kit.
2 Keyboards.
1 Viola
1 Electric Mandolin.
1 Mohana Veena.
1 Electric Violin.
2 Cellos.
80 piece violin orchestra.
20 member Female choir.

Let the ensemble play Raag Bhageeswari.
Let me drown in the musical waves of Ecstasy...

khalbali hai khalbali..khalbali hai khalbali..
khalbali hai khalbali.. hai khalbali..

shola shola balkhaye...dariya dariya lehraye..
zarra zarra tharraye..hai khalbali...

khalbali hai khalbali..khalbali hai khalbali..
khalbali hai khalbali.. hai khalbali..

Ziddi...ziddi ziddi..hai toofaan...
Ziddi..Hum bhi yahaan!

hone hone de nasha.. khone khone ko hai kya..
ek saans mein pee jaa.. zara zindagi chadaa..
hai yeh toh ek jashan.. tu thirakne de kadam..
abhi saanson mein hai dum.. abhi chalne de sitam..

aankhon mein hai khalbali..dhadkanon mein khalbali..
mausamo mein khalbali..hai khalbali..
kaisi yeh tabdili hai..sheeshi botal pee li hai..
raat neeli neeli hai..hai khalbali..

hum lapatke saaye hai..hum sulagne aaye hai..
ghar bataa ke aaye hai..hai khalbali..

khalbali hai khalbali..khalbali hai khalbali..
khalbali hai khalbali.. hai khalbali..

Ziddi..Hum bhi yahaan!

- Lyrics by Prasoon Joshi (from Rang De Basanti)

When we two first met, my heart sang out in music,
“ She who is eternally afar is beside you for ever”.
That music is silent, for I believed,
that love is always near, and never far
and have forgotten that she is far, far away.
But being far, she came near,
and sang my unsung thoughts.
Music fills the infinite between two souls,
And this has been muffled by a mist unknown.

On shy summer nights, alone in my room,
When the breeze brings a vast murmur out of the silence,
I sit up in my bed and long for her who is beside me.
I ask myself,” when shall I have another chance to whisper,
To her words with the rhythm of eternity in them?”
Wake up my dear song, put on the wings of my thoughts,
And fly to my beloved there,
In the endless surprise of our first meeting…

As i turn over the pages,
your face shows up,
somewhere on the other side.
Why?

A lot of our story still exists here, unfinished.
smiles & joys, woven along,
with seething silences sometimes.
all etched here and there,
carrying the burden of remembrances.
these blank pages,
fragranced by each of them,
like those from an old book.
Yet, these black doodles become dry,
and at times, seem to invoke fire.
Why?

Strange!that it is only in my dream-I have seen you
and i still wake up with moist eyes.
Why?

No matter how hard we try to make some things happen, something just snaps in the end. so does our patience. Owing to some career obligations, i was too preoccupied on my mind which kept me away from blogging all the while.To be brutally honest with my ownself, i can blog everyday and i would like it...Afterall tis is my own page which i wuld love/hate to look after 'n' (n=1-30 days/months/years) years. But now that something has really snapped, i feel very relieved to come back to my ownself. Now i think-" do i blog only when life hits on two extremes?". I think i must reorganise my time so that i can encapsulate my thoughts when i am swinging between these two extremes.Must give up this habit of writing only when my position becomes static at extremes.

As i typed along, just now, i received an SMS on my mobile. "Fall in Love-Service", by Airtel. One of those dating fundas, but i am amazed at that statement, "Fall in love service". Great, Kudos to those moronic brains who are making a business out of it. so, it is not just sex, even Love sells. and probably we all are running after the bigbucks only to buy these pseudo-feelings so that we can curl around in the compromise-zone and enjoy the life to bliss. Just read yesterday that the Mobile music market in valued at Rs.500 crores while the legal Music Industry in india itself is valued at Rs.700 crores. With lakhs of people switching over to mobile every month, the aue of Mobile music industry is expected to increase atleast by 30% in the coming year , which means it would be overtaking the actual Source. Now, if you are wondering what this mobile music industry means- Ring tones and caller back tones where the caller will get to listen to a song when he rings up someone.The Piracy thing has greatly impacted the legal music industry and now, with mobile music industry ready to overtake it, i guess it is going to hit the rocks.

We already have dating agencies, real and virtual, which facilitate/induce this so called "Love" (utter hogwash) and they are already minting great bucks, to the tune of billions.just imagine how would it be, if these "Fall-in-Love" services on mobile emerge as key-verticals in the Value added services in Mobile Market. How big the market could be? how many people would fall for it? and how would their mental-makeups change, once they flow/drown in this madness?How would they be, to talk with, if we meet them, sometime in future? how would the relationships be?the chemistry? the growth in them?More so, what would be the real Value of this Value-added-service called "Love", in our lives?

Time is 7:00am. Very unsual that i am awake at this hour. No, the sun hasnt come up from the west. It is just that i havent slept at all. From the past 7 hrs, my eyes are glued to this computer. After many days, myself & ravi worked together, online, to come up with something productive, atleast on the creative front. We just finished giving the finishing touches to a new blog "Triveni".

A new blog on which we plan to put up some Three line verses (Triplets) called Trivenis, took the entire night. i had to compile few verses while Ravi , impressed by their form and style, started off with his own Trivenis. i couldnt resist more and posted them too. Meanwhile,our discussions steered towards the look for the blog and within no time, we were on the job of template-hunting. Ravi came with couple of templates, of which i choose the one depicting Full-Moon on a Night.Can't help, as you can observe my fixation for Night is evident in most of my writings.well! I hold the copyrights you see.

Ravi had some tough time meddling with the template so that the look gets it right.We then had to make lot of adjustments, like links, fonts, getting the header-names right etc.,. Finally, the result is cool.it has to be, for it is me and ravi who worked on it.Alter-Egoz you see.

Somehow, the feeling we experience when we collaborate on something, big or small or minute, is really different. It reminded me of those days when we used to spend hours and hours with each other...either with tapes or keyboards or even utensils and bottles,partially-filled with water...so that we can use them as percussions. Then, there were days when we used to go for a drive, talking about everything under the sky. Either it had to be destinationless-aimless drive or a drive which ended at a bench on the footpath of Osmania university or Landscape Garden or just any place.

I know i am getting nostalgic, but it happens right! since both myself and ravi, took out time , after so many days, to have a endless-chat with each other, free from other worldly-mundane pressures, while working in tandem, on/for something we both greatly adore...Writing.

Anyways, Coming back to that blog, i am currently fascinated with these Triplets, so you will see me more active there.Yet, i cant let this blog lie idle...After all, thoughts dont stop flying.

The Night is Breathing its last.
Stranded streets, desolated clouds,
soundless skies and my own room...
Blotches of silence have descended everywhere.
The poisonous silence of this night,
has drunk the remains of the chaotic day,
and the night is breathing its last.
Amidst all the longing, in these last moments,
Bequeath it with your husky whisper,
and relieve it from the suffering for tonight.

Epilogue:

The night flamed a cold breath in her soul...
Before going away, the night took me closer,
and placed her cold lips on mine,
to kiss out the breath of her soul...
bequeathing it unto my warm lips,
she retreated away.
its an addiction i have got these days...
- to taste the life of every day.
- to drink the poison of every night.

Its good to be Free...

Like an endless thought... i fly,

into the lap of every sky,

which beckons me...

aah! its so good to be free...

In 1998, the renowned Indian Institute of Technology sent 30 percent of all of its graduates to the U.S., including 80 percent of its computer science graduates. Indian Govt. spends over Rs.10Lakhs on each IIT graduate, during his IIT stint.

Much of the R&D in India goes to service research projects of only Imperialistic Countries.

The number of students flying to USA have increased double-fold in 1990s, compared to 1980s. A meaty chunk of this population have secured H1-B visas (working visas) and later on "GREEN CARDS" and are serving USA.

As on March 2001, more than a million Indian-born individuals were residing in the United States — more than double since 1990.

According to UNDP 2001, of the 81,000 U.S. visas approved between October 1999 and 2000, 40 percent were for Indians, of whom more than half were computer-related professionals, a sixth for sciences and engineering.

In 2001, the net fiscal loss associated with the U.S. Indian-born resident population ranges from 0.24% to 0.58% of its GDP.

The United Nations reports that India loses $ 2 billion a year in resources through the brain-drain of 100,000 skilled computer professionals to US alone.

When will this end?How?

For a change, i wish to post a write-up which is not mine. In today's TOI, eminent comunmnist Jug Suriaya wrote the following, since George Bush is visiting India. Good Spoof.

Here's Condy, come to give me a last-minute briefin' before I set off on my tour to Indiana beginnin' March 1. Hiya, Condy. I'm all set to go off to Indiana. What's that? I goin' not to Indiana — which is part of the good ole US of A — but to India which is a different place altogether? Well, well, you live an' learn every day. I always thought India was in Indiana, which is why they called it Indiana. Maybe when I'm there I should see if I could organise that somehow.
Condy says that the most important thing on my agenda in India is the nuclear deal. After all these years of sayin' 'no' to the Indian nuclear program, the US now wants to help India nuclearise like all get out. I ask Condy why. An' she tells me that if we don't give India nuclear energy, India and China will burn up all the world's oil. An' that would never do. 'Cos as a Texas oil man I know that it's only the US in general — an' Texas in particular — which has the God-given right to burn up all the world's oil. Condy says I'm not to ask too many questions about India's fast breeder projects. An' I tell Condy, Gee, I'd never ask anyone any questions about their breeder projects. I mean, with a population of a billion-plus, India must sure have one lulu of a fast breeder project, an' then some. But that's their business. We folk from Texas believe in the missionary position an' we don't talk in public about how people breed.

Condy asks me what will I say if the Indians ask me if I intend to launch a strike against Iran. An' I say, Heck, Condy, you know I don't believe in strikes an' all that labour union stuff. Nah, I'll just tell the Indians that I'll invite the Iranians over for a nice friendly bird shoot with my pardner, Dick Cheney. That'll take care of the Iranians, once and for all. Condy warns me that the Indians are likely to ask for a larger quota of H1B visas from the US. This surprises me. I know all foreigners are weirdos. Come to think of it, all those outside of Texas are weirdos. But why would these Indian weirdos, or anyone else, want a larger quota of HIV from the US? Don't they have enough AIDS of their own? Condy says, H1B not HIV. An' I say, H1B, huh? What do you know. There's a new disease every day. I'd say it was a result of global warmin'. Except of course I don't believe in global warmin' an' the Coyote Protocol an' all that environmental horseshit. Condy tells me I've gotta watch out for tricky questions on Iraq an' what I'm plannin' to do about gettin' out of Iraq an' settin' up a democratic rule there.

An' I tell her, Hey, that's simple. Democratic rule is what they want, right? I'll give 'em Democratic rule. Pack Al Gore and all them other Democrats to Iraq an' let them rule the place. That'll take care of everythin'. Includin' Al Gore. Condy tells me that Indians have this funny thing about hyphens. Like they'll invite you to a party-sharty, an' offer you a drink-shrink, an' some dinner-winner. But they don't like us Americans to use hyphens at all, particularly where Pakistan is concerned. Got it, I said. No Bush-Mush cracks, right? Condy says she hopes Bill won't upstage me by visitin' India the same time as I do. And I say, Clinton's visitin' India again? An' she says, Not that Bill, the other Bill, who's an even bigger hit in India than Clinton is. I don't know which Bill she's talkin' about. Bill Cosby? The Bill of Rights? Whatever. Condy says I must learn to say 'Hi' in Indian. An' I tell her, Don't worry, I know all about these ethnic greetings. When in India, you fold your hands together, an' smile, an' say: Sayonara. Or is it Gesundheit?

Was it a long Hiatus? Not really! The exile stretched, but not for one month atleast. "But why", some might ask. Well, i was in a mood to practise the culture of Silence.

Many things happened over the last 25 days. I should have written about a couple of them on the blog, like Rang De Basanti movie review or my Trip to Coorg..but i couldnt write, which itself is another notable thing.

The run in Life has paced up to great extent these days."Days are moving fast"-said somone recently. Well, how come the days speed up or slow up! do they? they are afterall man-made creations...to measure time. They dont have life right! we pour life or lifelessness into days & nights...so, when we feel that time is moving slow, it is we who lie in the dungeons of lifelessness. So, when we fill our days with lively endeavours or even hectic work, we feel that days are moving fast.

My days intermittently move from swift-pace to slow-pace.infact, if the day runs fast, the night crawls.But many times, the day itself stretches into night..or rather..the things which i do (or hope to do in the day) stretch into the night thus blurring the line between day and night. No! i am not sweating out to make a career. Its just that i am trying to make something and i dont know whether anything worth will come out of it. As always, i cling to only one thing at the end of the day--HOPE.

To describe HOPE, we generally use two metaphors...Ray of Light...as in Ray of Hope..or a Thread..to which we cling..swing or whatever. And people like me embrace Hope, even in the worst situations...i call it "Being Hopelessly Hopeful"...thats what i am. because it is really difficult to dismiss one's hope and surrender to reality even though we practically know what the outcome of a certain crisis would be. Ok, if you think that i have made a stupid attempt to steer the thought towards another topic, then you are close to predicting me right. but not always.

The reason why i am wandering aimlessly in this post is that i have too many thoughts..inundated in my mind...waiting to breakfree and flow out...Forget it, let me come back to that word "Crisis". i dont have the patience to look into oxford dictionary to give the exact meaning, but yes, i can very well say that the definition would be a relative one. it has to be so. What seems like a crisis in my life ceases to appear so after a week..or 10days.So, is it again a Time-bound Perception.

today, in a class, i just tried to write down something which have created a havoc(over-statement) in my life recently.

Not many months ago, i lost my shoes. Then, i lost my spectacles. i got new ones. but then, they didnt last long. i lost them in no time. this time, Managing Finances was a tough task..but i managed to manage some and got new ones made. Next, i lost my Helmet. After that, my Parker pen, which had been my close-associate since 3-4 yrs. Now, i lost my spectacles again. i dont know when this cycle will break.

In Managerial Techniques, Time management holds a great significance. And while trying to become a good manager(ie.,.a financial manager...but the above paragraph aptly describes the paradox when it comes to me..isnt it a kind of oxymoron), i am a hopeless manager of time. thanks to that, many things are going for a toss. Social commitments, Family commitments, Blogging, Rapport with buddies, music, writing everything...and the tragedy is that i dont know where i am heading to..and what do i want in life. its such a haphazard journey that it pricks me everyday..The sense of direction seem to be totally hazy. If life is all about finding a job and making quick bucks, then that can be called as having a clear-cut agenda about career. But what about Life?isnt it different from career? everything is as confused as you are right now, reading this post, trying to figure out what this is all about.but thats exactly is the essential question haunting me.

And all bundled together is the crisis of my life currently. yet, i am still clinging to that glistening thread called Hope...a hope to find out what i want actually... there again you end up at my previous post.

When will the cycle break?

From looking at the 8:00am-showing clock to groping for towel with thoughts of "Am i late?" to hurrying up to bathroom songs to what to wear now to checking the number of downloads(by morning, through nite) to rushing out without breakfast to rearranging the scattered thoughts( & recollecting the dreams) while driving to a couple of Hellos to interest rate parities to exchange rate mechanisms to spot-rate future rates to financial risk management to problems to solutions to mistakes to frustrations to retrospections to regrets to a cup to tea to dollar-rupee markets to lunch to chitteratti to checking e-mails to income tax to deductions to depreciation to commercial banking to bach's"running from safety" to downloading r.d.burman songs to pondering over Emptiness & Nothingness to e-mails to Company analysis to net profits to GDP to industry sectors to downloading a song to P/E ratios to financial indicators to performances to jokes to Bye-Byes to struggling to get into Bus to "how was the day" kind of thoughts to introspections to room for other thoughts to "oh my God its 10:00pm" to hogging dinner to copying downloaded songs to enqueueing more downloads to Times of India to fone calls to Business Standard to security analysis to "lets call it a day" to inexplicable solitude-filled thoughts to music of zakhm to sleep.

All through this journey of one-day...What am i missing? what do i want?

Narcissism too has certain limits.But some people cross such limits too. I was more-than-shocked to read the Tribute to R.D.Burman by Anu Malik, on the occasion of 11th death anniversary of one of the foremost pioneers of modern music,R.D.Burman. Anu Malik showers more of insult than tribute on the legend, by comparing himself with R.D.Burman. I dont know where from he had gathered the audacity to do that, but it really reflects the heights of arrogance he has touched, all by dishing out the crappiest music ever. Absolutely ridiculous were statements like :

I could see that suddenly, at the last moment, he changed whatever music he had composed and whatever his musicians were playing.
Today, I find the same trait in myself -- I change my music at the last moment if I find it is not gelling.

He was a complete and versatile composer. He could give you an Amar Prem and a Teesri Manzil at the same breath --which, if you notice, I have done when I did while I composed Judwaa and Refugee and Virasat and Border. They are two different genres of music.

You fall in love with those tunes a million times because he made music from his heart -- the way I make it now. That was the USP of his music, which I have tried in my music -- by making melodic tunes.

So,Anu Malik thinks that his JUDWAA, which has songs like Oonchi hai building...lift bhi bandh hai..is in the same breadth as Teesri Manzil. Or his Refugee (which has a mish-mash of all old songs) could be this day's Amar Prem. Good for him, for i now stongly believe that Anu Malik was completely drunk when he gave this interview. Either he is drunk, or on coke, or the only final possibility is that he has lost his sanity and requires immediate medical treatment. He definitely doesnt know what he is talking or atleast doesnt understand the gravity of his statements.

I am quite sure that Anu Malik has dished out atleast 100 soundtracks(err! sorry..i doubt if this bastard can understand the real meaning of the word Soundtrack.) ..i mean..he must have scored for over 100films. Not even a Single score has a completely ORIGINAL work and yet he dares to put up such a conceit without any shame.

Well, this is the age of self-appreciation, which is prevalent more in the Hindi Film Industry based in Bombay. A couple of days ago, i read an intervew of composer Ismail Darbar in the same rediff.com, in which, he claimed that his work was always better than A.R.Rahman. Darbar, who had not yet composed for 10 films till now, making such a statement about A.R.Rahman who has been around since 10years, with some phenomemal scores in his kitty. that was the most callous comparision, i felt, when i read that.

But now, Anu Malik has put Ismail Darbar's arrogance to shame. Being among the most filthiest composers list, he doesnt even hesitate for a moment, to boast about his work. And even when he does, he has only Border & Refugee to talk about. Border is one of the most stale & Pale scores ever and Refugee can be credited to yester-year composers Ravi+Roshan etc.,., with ample sound arrangements from Ranjit Barot, who later on designed the sound for Aks. with all that, can they atleast hold a SMALL-candle to R.D.Burman's compositions? How could he even Dream about such a comparision? And what next, would he compare himself to S.D.Burman? or Salil Chaudhary? Or Madan Mohan?(i would definitely stab him to death if he does that) No, just wait and Watch, the next comparision would be with Khaiyyam, for Anu Malik is composing the music for a new remake of Umrao Jaan.

And dont be surprised if other composers take inspiration from this Bastard.after this, we can now see Nadeem Shravan comparing themselves with Shankar-JaiKishan or to hit the abyss, R.P.Patnaik comparing himself with Master Venu or S.Rajeswara Rao or for that matter even Ilaiyaraaja.

But yes, for the first time, on R.D's Death anniversary, i felt glad that he is not around. If he were, he would have surely suffered a Heart-stroke, reading Anu Malik's mega-narcissistic statements.Who knows! he must have tossed in his Grave. If only i could dig a Grave for Anu Malik, that too thousands of Kilometers away from R.D's...coz thats where he is & deserves to be, even in music.

( i couldnt stain by mavericks blog with 'bastard'anu malik's content, hence i discharged my anger here)

I love myself immersed in my own world,
Trying to Solve the enigmatic mysteries…
of life…out of arrogance…
& Of my life…out of ignorance…
I understand myself and my world, sometimes,
And yet how little I know,
The songs of my thoughts, their poetry,
Their images…hues & their patterns,
Rhymeless Rhythms…
Few relationships…
like threads...
tied....and untied…
tried and untried…
The voice of my body…
my smiles…& few Silent Passages…
Trenches of Emptiness…
And skies of fullness…
All these known to me...
--- yet unknown…

I love you too because,
You are nearest to me,
like my own self.
I understand you too, your world,
The songs of silences, unwritten poems,
Woven in the rustic interludes,
Of the winter melodies…
Broken & unbroken…
Spoken & Unspoken…
Those hidden images of your life,
Hanging in the worlds unexplored,
All your nameless thoughts…
Known and yet some seemingly unknown.
Isn’t it strange that,
You are myself’s self,
And still, As obscure to me…
--- As my own self…