words

they seem to be too few
to express this stew
that seems to brew
and brew

where’s the wind that blows where it blows?

WMD

World Music Day. Some stuff from around the World. Some music. But not during the day. Barely during the night either.

Bangalore’s music fraternity turned out in full force to watch and play what is definitely becoming a Page 3 event. Page 3 of ‘How to make sure bands play for as short a time as possible.’

Highlights of the evening:

The folly of Gaurav’s follicles
Little kid doing extremely cool dance moves exactly out of beat
9 year old drummer ashish
Galeej

BTW Taaq is baaq

the rule

on the cambus of the esteemed college near diary circle one may not lift up P. diddy, Eminem, Snoop, or 50 cent, and throw them around.

“Don’t throw rappers around the campus…”

don’t ask me, i type what i listen.

…and we’re back!

phew! maybe it was all the cursing that I did or maybe it was the slow grind of the behemoth bsnl but finally we’re back online.

A lounge piranha joke.

Now that they’re moving jam rooms will they be called dining room goldfish?

you see why I had to specify that it was a joke.

lifelines down

wierd…

land in bangalore, all our phones down.

scooter borrowed.

stuck at home with no one to call and no call to you.

lifelines down.

but we survived.

guess they’re not real lifelines.

comfortlines. aren’t they meant to be around your waist?

still no broadband at home. bsnl hsr layout is like remnant poo.