Saturday, December 15, 2007

A knell in the coughing

No story is more bitter than the story never told. Some stories cannot be told - literature doesn't have the equipment. Besides, words are grunts we use to confuse ourselves. Any idea why "sentences" mean both communication and punishment?

Some sentences are spoken by little voices hawking "fresh" strawberries in jammed traffic. This jam comes in carbon dioxide flavour...not your usual razzberry. Other, older voices silence those squeaky voices with their gruff admonishing. There are other carefree voices that enjoy the casual banter of camaraderie. Some hushed voices professing a fearful love. The same voices later cursing telecom companies in not-so-hushed tinklings. Some speaking because they need the exorcise.

In far more silent auditoriums the only speech is that of instruments. No questions have been asked, no answers have been offered - only two instruments speaking to each other. A flute and a sitar. No lyrics here, no words to confound us with their innuendo or suggestiveness. A rippling river of strings over which the stone of a note skips across. The punctuation of percussions marking the query. A few teary eyes that reflect a very dusty inner mirror. Questions without answers. We've stopped questioning ourselves long ago. But others are answerable to us...?

Long after all the voices have faded away. Long after sticks and stones have broken our bones and words have hurt us. Long after one of those little voices stop their feeble whispers of a happy new year...there will still be voices too frozen to tell tales.

The warrior at dusk. Or the worrier?

Creations that make voices go "oooh"

And crowds that say "aah"..

..especially after instruments have rendered everyone speechless

The sound of bleating horns in thigh deep water

Sights which make you silent

Unless silence is natural.

Or if you are too scared to blow your own trumpet.

Perhaps simply scared...

You raised a voice in protest as others zoomed by

Although it needn't take only voices to scream out for attention

Because certain colours speak of hunger

Until the only sound you hear are chomps

There isn't much sound in whisperings of sweet nothings.

That's when you speak silently to someone higher Above

Apologize for the mistakes you will commit again

And hear the voices within.

Monday, December 10, 2007


My big toe is not blue, frozen or dead. The nail has grown a bit, but that's ignorable. Why is there a tag dangling from it? And it's not even carrying vital statistics. All this tag says is:

1. Put your MP3 player/Media player on shuffle
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. You must write the name of the song no matter what.

It also carries the name of the tagger.


* Game show host voice *

>If someone says "Is this okay?" you say:
Impossible [Kanye West]

>What do you like in a guy/girl?
Kaun [Indian Ocean]

>How do you feel today?
Becoming insane [Infected Mushrooms]

>What is your life's purpose?
Death whispered a lullaby [Opeth]

>What is your motto?
Piano smasher [Blue Man Group]

>How do you feel today?
Oil and water [Incubus]

>What do your friends think of you?
Supermassive black hole [Muse]

>What do you think of your parents?
Indian flute [Timbaland]

>What do you think about very often?
Aquatic dance [Vangelis]

>What is "2+2"?
Send me an angel [Gregorian]

>Do you think of your best friend?
Different names for the same thing [Death cab for cutie]

>What do you think of the person you like?
Hotel costes [Buddha bar]

>What is your life story?
Conquest of paradise [Vangelis]

>What do you want to be when you grow up?
Song pong [Infected mushrooms]

>What do you think when you see the person you like?
Concerto No. 3 in F "L'autun [Vivaldi]

>What do your parents think of you?
Vampires [Godsmack]

>What will you dance to at your wedding?
Hawaiian guitar [Jesse Cook]

>What will they play at your funeral?
Aaja Mahiya [Udit Narayan]

>What is your hobby/ interest?
Braveheart [John Williams]

>What is your biggest secret?
Blashphemous rumours [Gregorian]

>What do you think of your friends?
Desert Rose [Sting w. Cheb Mami]

>What should you post this as?
Shut your mouth [Pain and prodigy]

So that was the tagged post. No commercial breaks. No audience applause. No sponsorships. No celebrity host. Just pure mindless boggling blogging. Too bad my Hindustani Classical music collection didn't figure. Oh well, let the fingering commence anyway...