Wednesday, November 30, 2011

While my guitar gently weeps

Down with Kolaveri virus? Here's a song that will pull you out of misery.

I've made no secret of the fact that I love The Beatles. I'm rather surprised that no one recommended me to listen to The Beatles. May be people just assumed that they are so good that everyone would have heard them. It was John Lennon's popularity that created a curiosity in me to hear their songs. The more I listen to them, the more I am becoming a fan of George Harrison. I recently noticed that many of their songs that I play on repeat are penned and sung by George. Here's one of my favorites:


I wish I could express what is so magical about this song that makes me love it but the lack of music knowledge forbids me. George, who doesn't believe in coincidence, decided to write a song based on first thing he reads upon opening a book. He saw "gently" weeps, laid down the book and wrote - bless his soul - the song 'While my guitar gently weeps'. The piano riff at the beginning of the song sends shivers through me everytime. Apart from Ringo's spectacular beats and Paul's mesmerizing bass, Eric Clapton - not a member of The Beatles but played lead guitar for this song on George's request - is mind-blowing. If I could play like him, I would swoon and die. True to the name of the song, he makes the guitar weep with some haunting riffs.

Isn't it funny that Kolaveri has got more youtube hits than this masterpiece? Whatever! That doesn't make this song one bit less special.

Plug your earphone, close your eyes and be swayed! :-)

Monday, November 21, 2011

Aargh!

Aiyo! Last two days have been horrible. I am so full of anger and spite now that I'd say human life is dangerous within a radius of five km of me. I hope tomorrow doesn't hold any nasty surprises for me. I can't take it anymore. This is the farthest I can be from sanity, without turning into a ruthless psychopath. These two days have been littered with episodes I wish I could undo. Not that I care anymore. I only wish the harsh words and curses that slipped out of me in exasperation doesn't become true. I wouldn't wish such a fate even on my worst enemy. If only there was a way to undo the past or a way to explain I didn't mean a thing I said. Whatever! It was totally uncalled for and I acted like a moron.
Aaaaargh! :-|
To hell with you, X!

Update - 2 hours later: In case you are wondering if I have lost it - and you are in the right if you think so - let me assure you that all izzz well. It's amazing how a game of squash can do wonders to a wounded soul. It's like applying soothing balms over pained areas. More than an hour of aggressively smashing squash ball all over the court has left with no energy, anger and frustration. I wouldn't have felt better if I had punched the person I was mad at in the nose all day long. It's a wonderful way to work off anger and frustration, along with some calories. :) I am back to my cheerful old self. Roses have come back to the cheeks. :-) So if it occurred to you that it wouldn't be inappropriate to send me "get a life" or "get a brain" greeting card, save that for future. :-)

Toodle-oo!

Sunday, November 6, 2011

There are something that nothing can buy

Road Trip to Niagara : $200

Five Tickets to Giant wheel : $60

Rocking the giant wheel box back and forth when it's at it's peak to see petrified Karthik scream his head off: priceless

Seeing  Karthik's child-like face glowing with relief on getting off the ride : worth dying for.