Saturday, September 18, 2004

Festival Time

I woke up to the calls of a yak in distress. No . Not quite! Three important pieces of evidence proved it beyond doubt that the noise emanated not from a yak
1. There are no yaks in bangalore
2. Yaks in distress rarely call out the moos with such perfectly timed notes and pauses. I'm guessing yaks are rarely sticklers for regularity!
3. Yak's calls are never accompanied by the strains of a tanpura in the background.
On closer inspection, the source of the noise was a Ganesha 'Installation'. The words, or rather the word, was 'Om', repeated a thousand million times. The singer had to say just ONE word and he messed it up so badly. So much for his future as a performer. The Om chant is said to aid meditators in some mysterious ways. You don't want to know my opinion on that!
I lay in bed hoping to stay asleep a little longer and enjoy my weekend break by indulging in laziness. But the music was singularly designed to tug at every nerve in my body. It took a lot of effort just to control myself from going mad and breaking all the breakable things at home. It was really a character building experience! Hey maybe that explains why it's effective in meditation as well.

Wednesday, September 08, 2004

26

I turned 26 today. I tried to pretend that it's'another' milestone in my life,but hell,who am I trying to fool here! It's just as non-descript a milestone as my 25th was. Come to think of it, nothing has changed in the last year,except maybe that I have a few thousand lesser strands of hair on my head; and while last year I was making cheap software for the Germans, this year I'm making cheap software for the Americans. Boy,find a life that's more ordinary than this. It's really depressing ! Sometimes it's almost like there's no point in continuing living. I even took the 'Gloomy Sunday'test. I listened to 14 different versions of the song, but none of them made me suicidal. So I figured there's still something ticking in me!

My girlfriend's enthusiasm for MY birthday continues to baffle me. She wanted to "so badly meet me". She skipped some hours at work, negotiated the cruel evening traffic on the roads of Koramangala and made it our rendezvous point. And I know the weeks of preparation she put into this; thinking about the right gift and card, thinking about how she will surprise me this time. It's inexplicable, and what's worse, now I'm obliged to reciprocate the enthusiasm on her birthday! :-).