A friend closes her mails with the salutation "shine on" which is a refreshing change from the usual injunctions to take care. Since we're walking down memory lane, thought I'd elaboate on this 1 too. I don't know if the person who sparked off this train of thought listens to Floyd, but the lyrics of "Shine on, u crazy diamond" (in fact, the entire album "Wish u were here") were written by Roger Waters and Dave Gilmour as tribute to the original band member Syd Barrett, an LSD casualty apparently.
Remember when you were young,
You shone like the sun.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Now there's a look in your eyes,
Like black holes in the sky.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
You were caught on the crossfire
Of childhood and stardom,
Blown on the steel breeze.
Come on you target for faraway laughter,
Come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!
You reached for the secret too soon,
You cried for the moon.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Threatened by shadows at night,
And exposed in the light.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Well you wore out your welcome
With random precision,
Rode on the steel breeze.
Come on you raver, you seer of visions,
Come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!
Nobody knows where you are,
How near or how far.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Pile on many more layers
And I'll be joining you there.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
And we'll bask in the shadow Of yesterday's triumph,
And sail on the steel breeze.
Come on you boy child,
You winner and loser,
Come on you miner for truth and delusion, and shine!
13 yrs. after I 1st heard it, it still gives me the goosies.
Btw, wld any of u happen to know what's with Floyd and "the steel breeze"? What's the significance, what's it mean? Why is it a recurring theme in their numbers? Quizzers? Music connossieurs? I'm waiting for answers.
And yeah, since I've just alerted u all in a mail to the existence of this page, i expect each and every 1 of u to mark attendance with a comment. Shameless flattery is acceptable. Cash donations sent to me are even better.
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Monday, January 30, 2006
Another quote
And speaking of yahoo IDs and fav quotes, I used to have a line from the Pink Floyd song "Wish u were here" on a now-defunct yahoo profile. It went:
"...did you exchange...a walk-on part in a war; for a lead role in a cage?"
Here's the lyrics of the entire song:
WISH U WERE HERE
"So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here. "
Brilliant as the poetry is, it still doesn't convey the impact the music does. The guitar is magic in this number. If u're 1 of those unfortunate souls who haven't heard (heard as in tripped out/blissed out on-) Floyd, drop whatever u're doing, go out and buy their albums.
Light a reefer, inhale (unlike Clinton)- and LISTEN to the music.
Jeez, what am I doing?....32 yrs. old superannuated pseudo-hippie "daaktar-saab"advising junta to do what any normal curious youth wld've done in college. Guess its for the benefit of those who missed out on the sex-drugs-rock 'n' roll for 1 reason or the other.
U listening, Junior? Go out and DO IT!
"...did you exchange...a walk-on part in a war; for a lead role in a cage?"
Here's the lyrics of the entire song:
WISH U WERE HERE
"So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here. "
Brilliant as the poetry is, it still doesn't convey the impact the music does. The guitar is magic in this number. If u're 1 of those unfortunate souls who haven't heard (heard as in tripped out/blissed out on-) Floyd, drop whatever u're doing, go out and buy their albums.
Light a reefer, inhale (unlike Clinton)- and LISTEN to the music.
Jeez, what am I doing?....32 yrs. old superannuated pseudo-hippie "daaktar-saab"advising junta to do what any normal curious youth wld've done in college. Guess its for the benefit of those who missed out on the sex-drugs-rock 'n' roll for 1 reason or the other.
U listening, Junior? Go out and DO IT!
Solitary bird
About the tagline of this blog...like I said, its been put up by a friend and she's designed the layout to best reflect my personality. The "solitary bird" funda comes from my yahoo ID's fav quote, which in turn is excerpted from a translated Spanish poem by San Juan de la Cruz:
"The conditions of a solitary bird are 5.
The 1st, it flies to the highest point,
The 2nd, it does not suffer for company, even of its own kind,
The 3rd, it aims its beak to the sky,
The 4th, it has no definite color, and
The 5th- it sings very softly."
"The conditions of a solitary bird are 5.
The 1st, it flies to the highest point,
The 2nd, it does not suffer for company, even of its own kind,
The 3rd, it aims its beak to the sky,
The 4th, it has no definite color, and
The 5th- it sings very softly."
Sunday, January 29, 2006
To Blog or Not to Blog
Someone just asked me why it took me so much time to start a blog, given my (now-atrophied) penchant for looooong mails. The actual reason, of course, is that ever since I was told I write well, I’d been hoping to somehow turn that talent into cash- the idea of spinning out stuff for people to read for FREE is instinctively revolting. However, it did inspire me to fish out the perfect take on the entire phenomenon of blogs. It’s the brainchild of the creator of Dilbert. Thanks, Vrinda.
When I see news stories about people all over the world who are experiencing hardships, I worry about them, and I rack my brain wondering how I can make a difference. So I decided to start my own blog. That way I won't have time to think about other people.People who are trying to decide whether to create a blog or not go through athought process much like this:
1. The world sure needs more of ME.
2. Maybe I'll shout more often so that people nearby can experience thejoy of knowing my thoughts.
3. No, wait, shouting looks too crazy.
4. I know - I'll write down my daily thoughts and badger people to read them.
5. If only there was a description for this process that doesn'tinvolve the words egomaniac or unnecessary.
6. What? It's called a blog? I'm there!
The blogger's philosophy goes something like this:Everything that I think about is more fascinating than the crap in your head.The beauty of blogging, as compared to writing a book, is that no editor will be interfering with my random spelling and grammar, my complete disregard for the facts, and my wandering sentences that seem to go on and on and never end so that you feel like you need to take a breath and clear your head before you can even consider making it to the end of the sentence that probably didn't need to be written anyhoo.If that doesn't inspire you to read my blog, I don't know what will. You can find the Dilbert Blog at http://dilbertblog.typepad.com/
When I see news stories about people all over the world who are experiencing hardships, I worry about them, and I rack my brain wondering how I can make a difference. So I decided to start my own blog. That way I won't have time to think about other people.People who are trying to decide whether to create a blog or not go through athought process much like this:
1. The world sure needs more of ME.
2. Maybe I'll shout more often so that people nearby can experience thejoy of knowing my thoughts.
3. No, wait, shouting looks too crazy.
4. I know - I'll write down my daily thoughts and badger people to read them.
5. If only there was a description for this process that doesn'tinvolve the words egomaniac or unnecessary.
6. What? It's called a blog? I'm there!
The blogger's philosophy goes something like this:Everything that I think about is more fascinating than the crap in your head.The beauty of blogging, as compared to writing a book, is that no editor will be interfering with my random spelling and grammar, my complete disregard for the facts, and my wandering sentences that seem to go on and on and never end so that you feel like you need to take a breath and clear your head before you can even consider making it to the end of the sentence that probably didn't need to be written anyhoo.If that doesn't inspire you to read my blog, I don't know what will. You can find the Dilbert Blog at http://dilbertblog.typepad.com/
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Warming up
Hi,
The site has been designed, set up by a friend who insists that the discipline of marking entries in my own blogspot will do me good.
I'm working in an MNC and the irony is they're slave-driving us at work on republic day. Hmmm. Baaki later.
The site has been designed, set up by a friend who insists that the discipline of marking entries in my own blogspot will do me good.
I'm working in an MNC and the irony is they're slave-driving us at work on republic day. Hmmm. Baaki later.
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