make mine an adventure with sprinklings of treasure

Honey Bee and Pandhi Fry

2012-01-27T00:21:00.000+05:30

I keep opening this page and wonder why I have nothing to write. So I put up a photo I took at the Storm Fest in Coorg.

An then, since I still haven't figure out what to write I added some more.

I've been reading a lot online recently. And for some reason I've been reading a lot of blogs of people based out of Chennai. They are like a slap in the face. Like that advt. The Hindu made in response to TOI's nonsense.

But then I'm not opinionated like them, have nothing to crib or rant about too. Everything that worries me gets figured out in my head or ...erm ...gets taken out on people around me.

This guy above is Raghu Dixit. Kannada folk/pop artiste. Wonderful performer. Breaks strings on his guitar through the show. Does a fat guy dance with his bassie and guitarist to show the crowd how they shouldn't sit on their rear-ends.

Below is the most disjointed creature I've ever met. She is a question motor-mouth, a doubt-a-moment verbal monster who bent your mind into so many colourful shapes you'd wonder why you were born with thumbs.

I was wing man to this guy below and vice-versa as we set upon the fest with the one camera we shared. Introduced Gollum to the standing-and-putting-HoneyBee Kodava style. He stayed up awake for three days and two nights ...almost. I'd retire like a nun to our tent once sleep hit. Many moments of such poor sportsmanship by yours truly.

Some other pics I have to put up to make this post the all-time longest.

Tiempo - Jarabe de Palo

2011-08-03T23:18:00.001+05:30

"Un beso dura lo que dura un beso
un sueño dura lo que dura un sueño
el tiempo dura lo que dura el tiempo
curioso elemento el tiempo.

El tiempo sopla cuando sopla el viento
el tiempo ladra cuando ladra el perro
el tiempo rie si tu estás riendo
curioso elemento el tiempo."

Everyday

2011-07-29T00:51:00.000+05:30

I try, and
I try, and
I try, and
I try, and
I try, and
I try, and
I try, and

Watch and Learn

2011-07-20T01:38:00.000+05:30

I have a pet obsession. Wrist watches. I don't wear them, I don't collect them. But every time I'm in a store that has a display, I'd invariably trundle over and stare.

This one's o.k., Too square. Too thick. How do you read the time on that one? Too flashy. The numbers on that one are very neat. I'm sure this one can pull every hair off my wrist with those steely-hinged straps. O.k., that's the price tag, not a serial number.

It's not like I haven't tried. I did. From the Tissot my classmate in school let me borrow, to the digital one that remembered ten phone numbers for you when I left India for the first time, to the I-can-take-on-pain rugged one my brother gifted me. I've tried them every now and then - consider a few years' gap between now and then.

I just couldn't work out the fascination. I know I can't wear a watch, try as hard as I can, for more than half an hour. I'm a little claustrophobic. Very, when it comes to strapping time on to my wrist. Suffocates me. But still I want to own one. I had no clue why the fascination. Until one day, recently, June came by and showed off her grandmother's watch she had inherited. It wasn't working when her grandmother handed it over, so we dropped in at one of those road-side stores that sold and fixed watches. Standing there, watching the guy bent over the counter, replacing a battery, it struck me. Nothing hard, but it slipped into my head.

My grandfather, after whom I'm supposed to have taken, and the one person my mother dreads I'd take after, was my childhood hero. He was loud, well-read, very well spoken and loved me to bits - at least I thought so. I would sit at his feet and listen and try to understand everything he'd say. I'd ride with him to the poultry farms near home, pick a bird and get back home to watch him kill, clean and cook it for lunch. Same with fish. He loved to cook and could rustle up food for the entire household. The most awesome Ceylon-style 'sambhals' with dry fish in it, fiery rasam, his own vadagams/sandiges from kilos of vegetables he'd buy. He pointed out poisonous mushrooms from the edible ones when we went mushroom-gathering once near Ooty. He'd stop the toddy nungu seller on sweltering Tirupur summers and have him shell fresh nungus for the cousins. Only my elder brother could stand, and actually liked, his special dishes from offal. Every time the doctor came by (yes, there'd be house calls) for his check-up, my grandfather would listen to his warnings of high blood pressure and the need to cut down on his drinking and smoking. Fifteen minutes later, we'd peep into his room to find him sharing a quarter and a smoke with the doctor. His booming voice caught us when we tried to sneak in after an evening walk to the temple (mostly to get some of the delicious 'sundal' prasadam) and have to listen to a small lecture on atheism. I always picture him sitting on his easy chair or riding his ancient Hero Majestic.

All the while, I noticed his wrist watch. A very simple one, silver-faced with simple etchings. And a velcro strap. That cinched it for me, the velcro strap. I guess that image got stuck in the back of my head. I called up my father the same day to find out if anyone has the wristwatch. My father, amused by my usual eccentricities, humoured me enough to call up his mother. That turned up a dead end. The only wristwatch that remained was the one my father gifted him - an HMT, self-winding watch that he last wore.

I still can't wear a watch. But I spent a few days basking in those memories. Thank you LMS, MSE and June.

Jose and I - Te cuento uno bajo el Misti

2011-04-20T00:51:00.000+05:30

Jose worked at the garage run by the company. He had little or no mechanical background and was a quiet guy who was sure to mind his own business. He opened up a little and then some more. He picked up the trade real quick and was soon an asset. He was good with his hands and was given his own station real soon.

Who would have known the mischief hiding behind those eyes. He turned out to be a very witty individual, in the simplest ways. Easy going and always smiling, he'd do his thing without being intrusive. The snide and the cheek was for those within ear-shot and only for those he chose to share the mirth with. There was something funny going on all the time in his world. Except when he got into trouble which he rarely did. He turned into a very worried person, downcast and apologetic when it did happen. But then I'm here to tell you only about the happy times.

Once, the company decided on participating in a show in another city. It was one of the largest cities after the capital and was up in the mountains. A regal but dormant volcano overlooked this city of cobbled, winding streets and adobe dwellings. Very touristy.

The truck was to carry the bikes, stands on which the bikes would be displayed and some other flashy paraphernalia to make the whole set-up appealing. I was to leave with Jose and go ahead to the venue - some 380 kms, partly on the Panamericana heading north. We were packed into the cabin behind the driver and his assistant, the co-pilot and we headed out. Once we passed the customs check post at dawn, we decided to head up and behind onto the trailer with the bikes. What a trip!

The stinging cold from the desert, from 25-30 ft above a beautiful stretch of road winding its way up into the Andes. The cold got to us through all the layers of warm clothes, the gloves and the leather jackets. Jose and I held on, bracing ourselves for each curve and every fresh gust of cold air. We saw vicuña herds far away, close to the foot-hills. We saw more peaks jutting out above the desert, some volcanoes. And we saw almost no one else. Traffic was light and far apart. It seemed as if we rode the truck by ourselves, in silence.

By the evening, our trip was punctuated with a few stops to warm up, eat up and fuel up. Arequipa was magnificent as we approached it at dusk. The Misti stood quiet and cold. There was plenty to do before we rested that night.

Drawing the line

2011-04-03T01:17:00.000+05:30

There's something drastically wrong.
Once I figure out what it is, it shall be resolved / deleted / amended / replaced / relinquished / exchanged / quartered and drawn.
Until then.

Thoughts, mostly.

2011-04-01T12:55:00.002+05:30

I thought I'd see
you a long time ago.
Today.

But then
I'd walk in on you yesterday
and ask you over to today.
Hoping to iron out those
things that have made you.

Helmet Rule Redux.

2011-03-28T23:07:00.003+05:30

Got back on the bike after a while and came upon the worst traffic Bangalore regularly regurgitates (gargle your r's).
Reminded me of this old post.

One more to the collection - One

2011-03-23T23:38:00.000+05:30

"As we climbed higher, the air got thinner and colder. Every breathe would shock and fill our lungs with pristine, clean air. The greener, lower hills gave way to dry and stark crags on either side of the valley as the truck we travelled in followed the river upstream. The sky seemed to be closer, and couldn't be more blue.
We got around a hill that pushed into the valley, and the opposite slope seemed the closest. The road across the valley we'd come by tomorrow seemed within reach. We spoke about the possibilities of a bridge right there and wondered why it hadn't been thought of before. We noticed the debris from an abandoned construction site close by. We quickly forgot about it as the next bend caught us unaware with a magnificent sight of a range of snow capped mountains."

The story, or one version of it goes, that up in the hills, there was a new bridge being built across a valley. The new bridge would purportedly cut down travel time drastically over the old road that wound its way further up the valley. The engineer in charge of the construction, a young man from the plains, is taken in by the beauty of the place or falls in love with a damsel from a village or is drawn to the words of a wandering sage. He abandons the site and is never heard of. The construction of the bridge slowly grinds to a stop and remains incomplete.

A story like this is what you'd want to hear when you pass a place like that. But there was none.

Curiosity, a malady

2011-03-14T01:01:00.000+05:30

As kids, curiosity is what teaches us the most important instincts. It's like the nice bacteria that makes curds / yogurt. Inquisitiveness is honed into trying, asking, grasping, prodding everything and everyone around us.

As grown-ups, you see people pile up at the site of an accident to only watch. We are voyeurs as we stare into others houses as we walk past. You answer the phone on the bus and everyone is eager to listen in to your conversation. We aren't necessarily the stalking type, but places like Facebook puts us in overdrive when it comes to curiosity.

In wanting to know and satiate this want, we've sometimes crossed the line in many ways. There are the stalkers, the voyeurs, and the over-inquisitive neighbour. But you might step over the line unwittingly too. And then you might be hit with the too-much-information brick or the way-too-much-information wheel-barrow of bricks. Then there's no going back. Too many connections are formed, too many visuals. Etched.

On the way out...

2011-03-06T21:55:00.001+05:30

Getting bored of this place. I need to find a new home online. Until then...mostly nothing to say.

Bucketlist Addendum

2011-02-03T11:49:00.000+05:30

- revise item 'one-night-stand' to 'heavy petting / snogging with random hottie'.
- Add 'Atleast' before most items.

Ambiguity

2011-02-01T08:26:00.002+05:30

You: have you been drinking?
Me: no.
You: are you out of your mind then?
Me: no.
You: is that all you say?
Me: no.

Shop-a-holic

2011-01-31T23:14:00.003+05:30

I won't tell you if it's a he or a she. Not for kicks. It's just that I don't remember. Let's just call this person Aholic (wipe that smirk off your face and go 'heh-he' or 'tee-hee' in your head). Aholic has been to the store, my store, too many times for me to remember a first or to keep count. What I do remember is the look on the face. It's the same every time. There's a hint of hesitance and unfamiliarity that's quickly overcome by a look of bravado tinged with cockiness. A playful voyeur stepped out of that dry skin and into the store.

My clients almost never ever come back. Best thing about this business. And even if they do, I'd never know if it was them. But this one stood out. Helped by the fact that I do remember what she had bought the last time and several times before that. I am in the business of masks, so I do tend to get biased. Every one of the products purchased by him were totally unlike him. Here, in my store, people come to transform. Some desperately want to hide from their pasts. Some have known to be nothing in their past. Another face would give them the freedom to be anything they want to be. It's like moving to a new city where you know no one. You open a new book - fresh, crispy, empty pages. What you do from there on defines who you are. So much so that you become that person and you forget you wear a mask.

Aholic never went away. I thought I knew what it was that didn't work. My products had no flaws. They work because people like you who step in to buy one, desperately want to hide their flaws. They always pick what suits them best. It's the most obvious thing to do. You get it right. Simple. I never have window-shoppers who drop in on a whim. But my clients have their fancies. I think that was Aholic's problem. But I'm not sure. Why wouldn't you want to be someone you could be when given the chance? Why try something just for the sake of trying it out.

One thing was consistent. Aholic stepped into the store like it was the first time. Every time. Browsing through the galleries, Aholic's eyes lit up with child-like wonder. At the possibilities that lay waiting in the shelves. There'd be the bunch of masks towards the end to pick from. Then the confusion and struggle to make a choice. Which one looked good? What would happen with this one? Uncertainity always existed for all my customers, but they'd be thinking practical thoughts. Making the math work. This one just had problems picking a lollipop from a bunch of multi-coloured lollipops. And when that finally happened there was always the apprehension. Hesitance. A backward step towards the pile left behind, or a glance at the ones close to the cash counter.

I think nothing ever happened when Aholic went away with a new mask. Worst client ever - especially for my ego.

Sale on Soul

2011-01-26T17:42:00.000+05:30

Another Sunday to himself. Morning, or what was left of it, reminded him of nothing. It normally felt good. An empty mind on a Sunday was a good place to build an appetite. So much he'd be able to catch up on and he knew nothing of that sort was to happen. He'd usually while away the day until he'd feel those pangs of guilt in the evening.

The watch, from under his pillow was the only way he'd know what time it was. Grey as they came, January was making its presence felt this morning. He knew it was all cloudy and cold outside, and that was because of the two blankets that were keeping him warm. The warmth that had kept him from getting out. He'd fought the urge till now.

Half an hour later, he was sitting down for breakfast. Toast with lots of butter and a tad of marmalade. Downed with some hot, milky sweet tea. Ignoring the empty bottles of beer on the table. The stale smell of cigarettes too were ignored. He'd come to that later. The opened windows and hopefully, cross ventilation would help for now.

The bottles went into the crate, the crate into the garage. The emptied and washed ashtrays lay face down, washed and dried next to the sink. His hands and feet got the work done. His mind still had to get back from last night. He usually forgot easily. It was convenient. But not this time.

He'd been the kind who could absorb anything. Pain, the physical type especially was his favourite. He hadn't know of any other kind. He'd conveniently kept himself immune from that. He shrugged it off with ease. Dealing with people was easy. The lesser attention he'd have to pay, the better. He marvelled at his own apathy. It protected him like a force field.

But not last night. For the first time he'd come to know about one small part of a different kind of pain. She'd laughed that laugh all evening. And then he'd made her cry.

He walked up and found the door to the room was still closed. He thought she'd have left. He returned to the kitchen and began preparing another breakfast. He turned up the radio so she'd notice he was up.

Emptiness

2011-01-25T01:58:00.000+05:30

What I don't know can fill many a textbook.

Sloth

2011-01-22T01:45:00.001+05:30

My second sin.

It kept me from being a (add anything awesome here - rock star, leg-spin guru, tennis champ, chess grand master, computer geek and my all time favourite - super hero) when I was younger. I didn't get past playing nonsense on my brother's guitar and piano, the second level at a tennis championship (only because the first level opponent forfeited) and my manic will to day-dream when its meant to be done - all day.
I wasn't even good at bunking, whiling away what could have been awesome times dusting off whatever I could get my hands on at the local central library.

I'm too lazy to even finish this post.

Make light and tread gently

2011-01-22T01:35:00.000+05:30

I'll fill this one in someday,

It's my guide to self-defence.

All the things one mustn't be doing.
Things I seem to be adept at doing.

Jealousy

2011-01-22T01:30:00.000+05:30

She was everything I wanted. I have her. Right here beside me. My eyes, tired as they are, though, can't seem to take enough of the sight in front of me. She on the other hand, sits across the table and says she is really happy for us. I know she means every word of it. I wish I was as happy. My face must be a sight, the coffee tastes stale and nothing makes sense. An apparition of what I desired sits before me, taunting me and laughing at my plight. I laugh back. Its not something I imagined. I could have made her happy. Happier than she'd ever imagined.

The conversation is banal. It must be the loud music. That guy seems to know all the lyrics. I'm sure anyone with a mug of beer in them would get there. Its all a daze now. I realised later that I must have been staring too much... I guess. Was I that obvious? Those feelings were obvious. But then there was this whole shroud of 'friends-like-us' and 'friends-don't-do-that' that suffocated me forever. Right up to when I had to make a decision. And then I faltered. Then it wasn't the same.

I walk away from the fork in the path, taking with me what is now, and what currently is my tomorrow. The conversations seem the same, but there's the hint of something, an edge that scrapes. An itch that can't be scratched. Funny I'm this colour today.

Jealousy

2011-01-21T00:01:00.000+05:30

This is about me. So a lot of I's and me's.
Its also about you and the way I feel about you.

I am jealous of the way you can carry yourself, so pristinely in control of everything. Not letting anything bother you. Not a hair out of place. Not a word I say to prick that surface. It all bounces off like water on wax.

You can say all the right things not letting your guard down. Always in control of your emotions. Always able to look past all the shallowness I throw at you. I want to riddle you with questions. I want to uncover your past. I want to know. Find out about every joy and all the pain. I want to be immature and intrude.

I wouldn't know where my instincts end and blind jealousy begins. I push it all down and try to be you. I can only try.

2010 checks out for the day...

2011-01-04T22:03:00.000+05:30

Its no secret

I know you've got other plans

(that don't involve me)

But I'm not givin' up

I know I still got a chance

when

we start over

next year

Mi Manantial.

2010-12-06T23:18:00.002+05:30

Refrescante, mis manos quedan helados como las palabras,
Que se quedan atrapado entre pensamiento y mi lengua.
Me cierro los ojos, placido el sonido de tu voz.
La energia empieza a correr por mis venas,
al verte, burbujiando por las valles.
Sin parar, sin descanso.
Correre junto, hasta tu sonrisa me deja,
antes que te aburres, me paro.
Los verdes y los tiempos calurosos te esperan,
en los llanos fertiles.
Lejos de mi altiplano.

Rain in October

2010-11-22T06:35:00.002+05:30

I loved that you packed an umbrella expecting the rain,

I loved you some more when you forgot to use it,

and stood to look up as the heavens let go.

That smile I'd never forget,

As you walked up to me in your damp clothes,

A little guilt, a lot of happiness.

Busy

2010-11-16T07:12:00.001+05:30

Forever needn't always come with an expiry date.

Dawn

2010-11-11T11:04:00.000+05:30

The brightening sky before him stung his eyes. Rest was not an option as he drove on, wiping a tear now an then from an irritated eye. Dawn had long stopped being something he would enjoy, pulling over at the nearest dhaba and sipping on some hot 'chai'. What little was left of his reputation was at stake. But really, there was none to defend in the first place. It was long gone.

A light blue glow was gently overcoming the safety and coolness of the night sky. Hues of pink and orange were lapping around the edges. Shapes and contours of the countryside began to reveal themselves. A tethered buffalo mutely turned to watch him roar past. He remembered growing up in a place like this. And then the memories flooded back, surging past the morning.

He was never in class to begin with. His mother regarded it as something to add to the family heritage. A high school pass to present at the next gathering of relatives. It only gave him more reason to rebel. It wasn't his age, watching too many weekend movies at the tent or bad influence. He went looking for the bad influence and got into plenty of it. He was constantly being told on by his teachers at school and relatives who caught him playing truant. His anger only barely covering the fact that he was the least interested in sitting through a class. Studies were not for him. He resented the fact that he couldn't do well.

One morning he woke up well before the others, collected a bag with a change of clothes and left. He stopped only at the junction where the dirt road from his village met the highway and decided which way to go. He trudged on through the day, not looking back, until his legs couldn't take him further. He looked up and realised he had reached a halfway place for truck drivers. Trucks lined the sides of the road with dhabas filled with hungry and loud people.

He began as a help at one of the dhabas. Serving, washing, cleaning after the truck drivers. He was fascinated with their lives. All they had to do was drive across the country. Regular ones met up and exchanged stories of income tax check-posts, better routes to common destinations, a pretty new prostitute at the toll gate, growing up children and tiring bosses. It all seemed like adventure after adventure, every driver's story unique.

In six months he went on his first truck ride to a city. The driver had grown fond of him and his helper was about to become a driver himself. The strong, young village kid was a perfect replacement. He was hired by the owner of the trucks with a lot of reassurance and praise from his driver friend. The boy didn't let him down once. The moment he could pay off the local authorities to get him a driver's license, he walked up to the big boss and asked for a truck and a route of his own. Again his old friend was there to convince the man.

In three years, he made it big, and then went on reckless sprees of indulgence. He believed he had earned it all - the money, the fine clothes, women and merriment. His friends lasted as long as they could walk away sane and stayed far away as they watched the young man drown himself in drinking bouts that lasted weeks. Angry employers and a spiraling reputation amongst the community left him grasping for very little. His subsequent anger and the to-and-fro between binging and work almost ended where everyone expected it to - in a gutter or a hospital pallet. Some where, something made him turn back.

There was no elation on knowing he was getting back. He had no choice. There could be no better humiliation in the eyes that stared back at him as he passed each village. He wanted to tell them that he wasn't going anywhere other than back to where he started. The blues had moved away to the other horizon, making way for a searing white. Closing his eyes seemed such a pleasant option, but he knew he had to keep his word. Pressing down a little more on the pedal to fight off the tiredness that was spreading across his body, he realised he'd hit a lonely, straight stretch. Any other day this would have been a trucker's joy. Now, it looked like hell.

A form up ahead broke the monotony and it irked his senses for a moment. It seemed out of place. As he drove closer, he saw that it was a young boy walking along. He seemed lost between purpose and indecision. As he got closer, more features were lit up by a blazing dawn, the bare feet and a small travel bag. Not a speck of cloud. The yellow, searing sun lit up hell diligently. The truck swerved across the road and toward the boy.

Woe

2010-09-08T01:01:00.003+05:30

Brazen beginnings barely bridled,

wilfully wading he went into worrisome waters.

A princely price he paid,

left him a pauper.

Now, nowhere near narcissist,

An asylum allies his hours.

Another something he knew

2010-08-31T10:05:00.001+05:30

He walked away from that instance that went on to become another memory;

with a merry jingle and tinkle of fragile items from his heart.

He wanted to go home, if he knew where that was.

He'd have loved to come home to its comfort and warmth.

If he could ever stop, turn, and make it home.

They Bark & They Do Bite

2010-03-25T13:15:00.000+05:30

Tho haiku kaiku?

Ye paanch saath paanch kis cheeze ki?

Bheje fry freeze.

Sweat Sweet

2010-03-25T12:42:00.000+05:30

Tease, freeze, knocking knees

Drown a god for every fit thrown

Sweet sweat down your spine

Nunca sin privilegios

2008-09-27T16:14:00.002+05:30

sera algo que tendre
grabado en mi mente por siempre
las dependencias son infinitas
todo depende... ay fastidio
en privilegios
pero siempre quejamos
de los privilegios
que no acudemos a tener
maldicion! me han llamado complasente
otra vez

2008-09-15T22:27:00.003+05:30

I've always been skeptical about a lotta things I see... and think that I need to believe and experience them foist for myself...

but have been experimenting at the lab for some time and now think that awareness and learning happen at an unhindered pace and with an unhindered mind

Note to self... one must not blindly believe and belief must come at an urgency that one's heart must dictate - not the mind...

The Doctor leads the way

2008-09-10T18:59:00.001+05:30

...again!

floating

2008-06-02T12:17:00.002+05:30

Wave I say, wave!

2008-03-25T15:33:00.001+05:30

Hermano del mundo

2008-02-04T22:55:00.000+05:30

La voz de un dios...
Tu partida me duele cada dia! Que Dios te tenga en su gloria.

Parkour...

2007-12-31T13:12:00.000+05:30

mind-blowing...

Trusted Computing

2007-12-11T19:56:00.000+05:30

They didn't trust us enough to tell us about it!

Synaps - IndiRock, Regional finals, Palace Grounds

2007-09-15T12:54:00.000+05:30

Synaps - IndiRockSept2nd07

Synaps plays at Athena for Yamaha Roxx

2007-09-15T12:52:00.000+05:30

Synaps_Athena_YamahaRoxx_11Aug07

red pill blue pill

2007-08-23T21:43:00.000+05:30

Yes,
Make a choice
this one or that
that one or this
there's only two ways
out of this room

it means something surely
this choice in colour
defines you
can?
could?
how much a kilo?
not a good bargain I say

you know what the word 'bugger' means child?
all the way from a rainy port town with a funny accent
why?
did?

and if those aren't the colours I dig?
I could be colour blind you know...
ho
hum
twiddle dee
twiddle dum

MOOFASA!
oooooooooh!
do it again! do it again!
scare the skin off my bones
Mr. Spiff
The path
of the righteous man
is beset on all sides
by the iniquities of...
...piff!

Please smile. Thankyouverymuch.

Despierto sin dormir

2007-08-23T21:22:00.000+05:30

Automático,
todo anda sin control
las llaves de la puerta se las tiraron
buscame una esquina que quiero salir del frío,
un ratito no mas pues
mis manos, los quiero sentir otra vez

vez las palabras que salen de mi boca?
se congelan pa' que vean todos
y se las recuerdan mejor
oye deja eso!
no me las robes
que quiero ver si se van a ser aguita
o romper en un millón de pedazos
cuando se callen al suelo

ya no esta nevando ya
se cambio en lluvia
debe estar haciendo calor por aquí
voy a ver por donde queda
pero ya vuelvo
que tengo necesidad de esa esquina
se que van a estar aquí
aunque no me esperan

Sana Mezcal

2007-07-05T09:50:00.000+05:30

sana mezcal de la vida
no te vas a pasar de moda
derramate sobre la tierra
ya veras salieran con farra
lo mas exquisito de tus sueños
pero no te pongas ser dueño
son el tribu moreno con ojos amarillos
sus gritos y carcajadas de lo mas feos
tienen su ritmo
tienen su sabor
pero es el colmo
que son invisible para ti
echate esa mezcal querido
porque es el imbecil dentro
que tiene que olvidar el rumbo
vete
vete pata, si no a patada
a tomar sana mezcal de la vida

Enslaved Will

2007-06-16T10:25:00.000+05:30

To live and breathe
to be the one I want to be
I must liberate myself

I will enslave my will
for in its enslaved moments
lies my freedom.

Whip it into submission
to do my bidding
Raising welts all over it
to quench my wants.

Drive, drive, drive
to enslave my will.
For every whiplash is a day less
away from what I make my destiny.

The Warrior's Dream

2007-06-16T10:23:00.000+05:30

Don't spare me
my best enemy
Don't spare me
my best lover

If you don't
My death would be disgraceful
No valour, no triumph

Don't spare me
as I won't you

Aquel dia me desperte...

2007-06-16T10:18:00.000+05:30

Y la vida mismo me susurro un secreto en mis oidos - "Soy aquel que debes vencer una y otra vez"

Nietzsche collection

2007-06-14T00:13:00.000+05:30

You go on up and beyond them: but the higher you climb, the smaller you appear to the eye of envy. More than this, he who can fly is hated most of all.

But the most formidable enemy you will ever encounter will be yourself; you lie in ambush for yourself, lurking in caves and forests.

You travel the road to yourself, solitary man! And your road leads past yourself and your seven devils!

To yourself you will be all these things - a heretic, a witch and a prophet; a sinner and a criminal.

[thanks for the intro KD]

que el viento y que las olas

2007-06-14T00:04:00.000+05:30

Cuando no alcanzas esperar,
Cuando no se va acabar,
lo que empezo un dia
sin tu control

No queda amargura, pero
los recuerdos no se borran aun

El presente nos amarra
muy fuerte, al mástil
de un mundo donde no alcanza
llegar el cariño de ayer

El sentido de estar fuera
y dentro los muros
de todo lo que no esta

Lo ves
lo sientes
Después de los años,
haz quitado las cadenas
que te atrapan
Y supiste que no fueron las cadenas
que te arrastraron y te jalaban hacia atras

El camino que nos lleva hacia el mar
donde hunden todo lo que nos pertenece

Want

2007-06-13T23:53:00.000+05:30

Don't want,
no want
'Tis not human
not kindness,
not pitiable.
But better left
unnoticed,
forgotten.

The real Dawg said

2007-02-22T09:39:00.000+05:30

"If only I could soothe my hunger by rubbing my belly."

Synaps - Manipal 17th Feb 2007

2007-02-19T02:37:00.000+05:30

Synaps_Manipal_17thFeb2007

Manzanita Verde

2007-01-30T09:02:00.000+05:30

Basta saber como me miras
Para saber lo que te pasa
Basta saber que eres mentira
Cuando le restas importancia
A los detalles y a tus besos
A tu secreto y mi deseo
Basta saber cuando te veo
Aunque te pongas a llorar
Ya no te creo

Te dejo mi calor por si te enfrias
Si te hace falta el aire y mis caricias
Y para que me extrañes en el cielo
Deje una nube gris y un aguacero
Te dejo mi respeto que te tiene
Al lado de tus cuentos y mis dudas
Y para que me extrañes en la noche
Dejé mi corazon al otro lado de la luna

Synaps - Headline act at CRI, Manipal

2007-01-29T09:28:00.001+05:30

CRI - Manipal2007

Synaps - Headline act at CRI, Hyderabad

2007-01-23T12:56:00.000+05:30

Synaps - 19th Jan 2007, Campus Rock Idols, Hyderabad

Big Brother Shilpa Shetty

2007-01-23T10:51:00.000+05:30

Nonsense, TRP friggin ratings gimmick, we-are-as-racist-as-them, fresh-steaming-cowpat.

Been away

2006-12-22T09:20:00.000+05:30

...from my blog that is. But guilt draws me back to the adventure.
Laziness kicking in to an extent that I left this post as a draft a month back. Thats pushing it. So starting all over again.
Was a roadie for Synaps on their Campus Rock Idols gig in Hyderabad. Will tag along at the Bangalore and Manipal shows too.

Mysore Se

2006-11-29T01:27:00.001+05:30

Sur Street does a cover for Antaragini's Mysore Se. Mukesh lpays the acoustic guitar and his percussionist plays the Cajon!

Avril Quadros does Bangalore

2006-11-27T19:03:00.000+05:30

Hmmm... very nice voice... great stage presence... and she gave me dirty looks for clicking these snaps. But ain't they nice? But I think Chris Avinash walked away with the crowd. He is the most awesome entertainer I have seen in a long time. Way to go Chris!

Software magic with photographs

2006-11-27T18:52:00.000+05:30

Yup! I am a sucker for stuff like this. HDR Software has a basic (and free) version called Photomatix that takes multiple photographs (two for the free version) of the same subject at different exposures and merges them intelligently to create some amazing images.

My first effort, rather amateur, thanks to the beer especially, is of Ulsoor (Bangalore) around 3 in the morning. Any comments, tips?

Some scalding hot coffee

2006-11-14T13:00:00.000+05:30

Gonna count to ten
one is a revolver to your head
two, your feet that lead on
we are three together in your bed
four is for later
five continents
six half attempts
one after the other
will carry on
good, yeah
seven sins I witnessed
including me thats eight
in total I take back nine from you
and have had all ten
and me, I have enough art to spare

Synaps @ St. Josephs - Equinox 06

2006-11-08T23:00:00.001+05:30

The Wall remix with the Block Rockin Beats

Rompecabezas de Aterciopelados

2006-11-08T12:42:00.001+05:30

Asi es! Y asi mejor!

Helmet Rule

2006-11-07T21:56:00.000+05:30

"You know, this used to be a helluva good country. I can't understand what's gone wrong with it." - that's Mr. Fonda in the movie Easy Rider. Yeah, wind in your hair and the wide open roads ahead of you. But that's changing starting now in my city. With a helmet over my head to clamp out the smoke, the noise and as many claim, visibility. But doesn't it mean I am a lot more safer using a helmet now? Well, there are the believers and then there are the bare headed ones. Many countries and states inside many of them have varied stances on the use of the helmet for two wheelers. There are many takes on the usage of this foam filled plastic contraption that I will end up strapping over my head. Some say that it doesn't help in speeds above a 100 kmph. Others claim that there's no harm in protecting the most sensitive and important part of the human body. Others totally disapprove of it and deem it an instrument to clamp down on personal freedom. There are claims that using one actually increases the chances of being run down by larger vehicles. Some say its personal freedom of choice. Whatever it means to you or the guy ripping around on his bike on the streets, I am gonna strap on my helmet. Afterall, the damn thing saved my life once.

Synaps at Equinox (St. Joseph's Fest)

2006-11-06T10:13:00.000+05:30

A very contemporary - The Philosophy of Sex

2006-11-06T10:07:00.000+05:30

"I believe that sex is one of the most beautiful, natural, wholesome things that money can buy."
-Tom Clancy

"You know "that look" women get when they want sex? Me neither."
-Steve Martin

"There are a number of mechanical devices which increase sexual arousal, particularly in women. Chief among these is the Mercedes-Benz 380SL."
-Lynn Lavner

"Women might be able to fake orgasms. But men can fake whole relationships."
-Sharon Stone

"My mother never saw the irony in calling me a son-of-a-bitch."
-Jack Nicholson

"Ah, yes, divorce, from the Latin word meaning to rip out a man's genitals through his wallet."
--Robin Williams

"Women complain about premenstrual syndrome, but I think of it as the only time of the month that I can be myself."
- Roseanne

"According to a new survey, women say they feel more comfortable undressing in front of men than they do undressing in front of other women. They say that women are too judgmental, where, of course, men are just grateful."
- Robert De Niro

"See, the problem is that God gives men a brain and a penis, and only enough blood to run one at a time."
- Robin Williams

Fact: TOI cares nothing about quality reporting

2006-10-27T15:07:00.000+05:30

Fiction: They also claim to be the leading newspaper in many leading metros in India.
Proof: circled in the image (Main page headline news of TOI Friday, Oct 27th 2006)

Gayle through Australia

2006-10-19T14:20:00.000+05:30

And how!? One man. Just one man, one quiet, calm and cool man. But what he did to the Australian team yesterday is pull off an almost impossible win. Just him. He was growling, on the move constantly, and nipping at the heels of Clarke, working him up, and getting into his psyche. He did get under his skin, the two warnings from the umpires to prove. Clarke getting worked up pushed Gilchrist on the other side to fall first. Things almost went out of hand towards the end of Gayle's spell, but some mistakes from him forced him to cool off. His spell didn't get him any of the wickets he wanted (his only one was of the dangerous Symonds) at the end but was enough to spark of the collapse of the Australian middle order. Super match! Super Gayle!

2006-10-13T23:05:00.000+05:30

Cafe Tacuba - Puntos Cardinales

My favorite band. They are from Mexico and I have given them the credit of having redifined music for me. Yeah! that much.

2006-10-09T08:15:00.000+05:30

Synaps at Zero G, Bangalore

Synaps - Soundcheck before the show.

Synaps at ZeroG

2006-10-09T01:11:00.000+05:30

Synaps got a gig going at ZeroG on Friday. They ended up playing in the empty pool on the 10th floor and a frightened sound team that screwed up their sound as it was raining on and off. The still managed to pull off something energetic enough to get the audience into the pool! Great stuff guys. Do full electric shows and no acoustic stuff!

EL INCONSTANTE - Pablo Neruda

2006-10-07T23:37:00.000+05:30

Los ojos se me fueron
tras de una morena que pasó.

Era de nácar negro,
era de uvas moradas,
y me azotó la sangre
con su cola de fuego.

Detrás de todas
me voy.

Pasó una clara rubia
como una planta de oro
balanceando sus dones.
Y mi boca se fue
como con una ola
descargando en su pecho
relámpagos de sangre.

Detrás de todas
me voy.

Pero a ti sin moverme,
Sin verte, tu distante,
Van mi sangre y mis besos,
morena y clara mía,
alta y pequeña mía,
ancha y delgada mía,
mi fea, mi hermosura,
hecha de todo el oro,
y de toda la plata,
hecha de todo el trigo
y de toda la tierra,
hecha de toda el agua
de las olas marinas,
hecha para mis brazos,
hecha para mis besos,
hecha para mi alma.
(I wouldn't translate this one)
(Sorry)
(But like its title, this one is about The Inconsistent Man)

Distracted men

2006-10-07T09:33:00.000+05:30

she said she was painting her walls green
he said he was distracted
she said she'd be there at noon
he said that he loved the local cuisine
she said her kitchen was open
he said he'd bring some wine
and a friend
she later said the friend was a vulture
he said that he looked like one too
she said that he was a simpleton
he said that it was alright for her to think that way
she said it was nice to meet again
he said he reminded her of fresh green apples
she said he should explore the local cuisine more
he said he never noticed the twinkle in her eyes
she said that he had attention problems
he said he had left his heart behind
she said that she'd look anyway
he said that she should act her age
she said she thought she found his heart, elsewhere
he said nothing
she said that someone once said jealousy can't be infatuation
he said he'd pay attention to the local cuisine
she said that he was naive
he said he'd rather not notice
she said that he was playing hard to get
he said he'd rather miss the boat
she said she never pushed hard
he shrugged his shoulders
she said they'd have to go down that road
he said he hadn't packed
she asked how could it be wrong
he said there was nothing
she said she'd never change a thing anyway
she said he broke his heart
he said he never saw it coming
she called him a fool
he was ok with that
she said they needn't run into each other anymore
he asked her to stay a little longer
she smiled that winning smile
he said he hadn't noticed, again
she said she'd look in his kitchen
he said there was nothing in there
she went in and found his heart
he said he'd love for ever
she said he dare not break her heart
he said he won't forget
she laughed
and put the saucepan to the flame

Vedhoo at Lalbagh

2006-10-06T09:17:00.000+05:30

Picnic time at Lalbagh for Vedho and me. Am still impressed with the place - organised, accessible and very well maintained.

Cebiche Monday!

2006-10-06T08:53:00.000+05:30

Monday was a totally fruitful day - my bro managed to cook up some awesome cebiche at his place.

Allow me to convince myself

2006-10-06T00:17:00.000+05:30

some part of me likes to lay down
and smell the grass
find peace with everything around
everybody and anything
absent-mindedly putting a smile on my face
feeling trippy and content
only getting a little edgy
when I get this urge
to spread the warmth
a tooth ache would give up
with the optimism and joy

the other part says that this
was laziness
and that I should get to know
the devil in me
the devil that I am

The most awesome acoustic guitar in a long time!!

2006-10-05T23:52:00.000+05:30

Give me a little bit of your heart

2006-10-04T15:44:00.000+05:30

At seventeen I found myself in another place. Strangers around me. What a wonderful place. Rich in culture, natural resources and complacent, happy people. I read that it is known as the heart of South America, Paraguay, land of the fearless and the absent Guarani. They went to war once, the terrible Triple Alliance War. Fought like the mad men they were, driven by a despot, against Argentina, Brazil and Uruguay put together. From the two hundred thousand odd, only around twenty thousand men survived, that too because they were too old or young to go to war. What was once a magnificient land was left to the vultures.
What I saw was something incredible to believe at that time. This country could live of itself without a hassle. Why would German missionaries and Mormons buy land in the interiors and get lost there? They figured it was the perfect place to do just that, get lost. No trouble makers to stalk them, no advanced civilization and modern amneties to entice or lure them away from their lives.
I met many interesting people there. There was Silvio, the frustrated mechanical genius who could finally explain the difference between a 2-stroke and 4-stroke engine. There was Ruben, the young kid from a small village trying to make it big in the city. There was Gustavo, the gentleman from Uruguay who felt it compelling and necessary to be kind and gentle in a madhouse. There were the Castillo brothers, Ramon and Luis, local boys who had to live up to their madness - lewdity and honesty running through their blood like the beer available. There was Noelia, totally gorgeous, atleast to me, with that lisp that drove every guy crazy. There was me. Trying hard to learn the ropes from the very bottom. There were the crazy sisters from next door - Luisa, Elsa, and Mirtha. Wonder how many times I got daggers stuck into my back as I happily went over, invited by their brother, Raul, where the local boys always wanted to be.
I don't know if the weather made the people there crazy. Summer was hot. Incredibly hot - atleast 44 d.c. Then the rains that never stopped. Then the winter. I remember how my bones ached when the wind from the south came in. I was told that this is how it is in the pampas. Yes, I forgot, Asuncion, was part of the great pampas that stretched across 4 nations.
The soil was red and very rich. Silvio used to joke about how a tree would spring out from his shit if he ever made the mistake of doing it outdoors.
Raul lived in with Liliana downstairs. Liliana is this heavy person with beautiful features and Raul, was pretty tiny compared but had a heart of gold. Guess that's how they pulled through. Raul worked at the national power company, so we'd go out to the club every once in a while to play tennis under lights and get a glimpse of the city. Life was kinda settling in till I met Roberto and the gang from Villa Bonita.

the boy who paints portraits

2006-09-30T11:12:00.000+05:30

I sit down to paint your portrait
and I cannot,
after studying you slowly
end up thinking
that missing
in my paints
are those intense colours that reflect a rare creature

I can not
capture your smile
recreate your look
but little by little

I think about you

You still return every time
and continue standing there, posing
with a lot of patience
because, and even though my canvas
remains blank

the hours
pass by flying
and very little progress
has gone into your portrait

I suspect
you're in no hurry
and its ok
to see things through little by little

I think about you

Entry. Andrea Ramsey’s Dreambook (Undated)

2006-09-29T00:12:00.000+05:30

“There are no futures.
There are only streams of endless possibilities that collapse into one present as we rush head long into them. But even the present is an illusion, slipping from our grasp as we reach for it, becoming the past.
It is only the past that truly exists.
The past that scars our minds with memory.
With reverberations that dictate our lives.
With traces that haunt our eyes till death”.

The interesting things you find in odd places

2006-09-27T18:34:00.000+05:30

With all the clutter that has collected between my ears over the past few years, I managed to remember that someone had said that I need to write to clear my head up.
So, will try and clear out the muck and grime by conveniently dumping it here on my blog.

You can use it.
You can ignore it.
You can laugh at it.
You can ignore it.

Till the first dump...

23rd December 2004

2006-09-26T17:40:00.000+05:30

She might perplex you,
for a moment,
amaze you the next,
turn you around to face something disgusting,
push you around,
blow smoke in your face,
offer ladoos,
she is around you,
dancing the Thandava at a frenetic pace,
blood pulsing, heart-beat racing,
lazing on a charpoy,
in the bundles at the Thasildar's,
BPOs at midnight, break-neck speeds,
traffic jams, information freeways between paddy fields,
droughts laced with floods, beedis with speed,
brown, tan, white, black,
red, pink, green, saffron, blue,
allah, shiva, buddha, guru, infant jesus
camels, dogs, bullock carts,
her sinewy muscle drawing a plough across a fertile land of more than a billion
the land of contrasts,
the land that is ours,
this is my India,
My mother.
My mother's mother.

[Inspired by "Don't ever loose faith in India..." Sri Ram Goburdhun]

Cubic Tragedy

2006-09-20T19:23:00.000+05:30


a 3D comical tragedy with a lady 'trying too hard'

BKF Dhwani 2006

2006-09-17T17:42:00.000+05:30

Day 1 pictures:

Kyoorius Designyatra 2006

2006-09-13T02:45:00.000+05:30

+ Andy Altman, why not associates. + Nick Bell, Nick Bell Design. + Peter Bi'lak, typotheque. + Neville Brody, Fontfont and Research Studios. + Vince Frost, frostdesign. + Paul Hughes, lava. + Sujata Keshavan, Ray+Keshavan. + Elsie Nanji, Ambience Publicis. + Rajiv Sethi, Asian Heritage Foundation. + Sudhir Sharma, Elephant design.

Paloliem Beach, Goa

2006-09-13T02:35:00.000+05:30

Mornings being thirty

2006-09-05T08:02:00.000+05:30

Es un peligro levantarse
cierto, cuando ya cumpliste los 30
son los recuerdos que te mandan a la mierda,
Un traguito no mas,
justo para olvidar, para dejar de recordar,
por unos momentos.
No los puede borrar,
son un parte definido de uno.
Por eso debes escuchar tu musica favorita.
Me quedo con mi pata Illayaraja o Miguel Bose.
Y tu? Con quien te levantas?

Synaps - Check This Side Up is out!!

2006-09-01T12:44:00.000+05:30

Awesome stuff!. Check them out here. My favorites: 2. My Side Up 4. West Side Difference 6. Freedom 9. The Last Chapter

Morning on a train

2006-08-30T15:18:00.000+05:30

Morning welcomes me with fresh smells,
of a million defaecating souls on the fresh dew,
innocently awaiting the cleanser from afar,
struck by a reminder of endless horizons already cluttered,
living off a land that is reluctant to give.
Home has no sweeter meaning right now,
as I smile at the petty thoughts of artistic inclinations,
rotting even before they ripen in my head.
The blue mountains wait, expectant,
wondering if another foster son,
might feel the pangs of a better home.
A heavy door slams my thoughts and those millions shut,
leaving nothing behind,
except for my nostrils filled with fumes and brake dust.

Kyoorius Designyatra 2006

2006-08-28T18:20:00.000+05:30

Kyoorius Designyatra 2006 could well be the higlight for this year in Indian graphic design. Its got all the bells and whistles for a belter of an event. With the kind of speakers lined up, think its worth getting the whole 3HEAD design team out there.
The venue is NOT in Goa, but on the edge rather, sorta across the border from Karwar. But from the pictures we've seen, think it looks fancy. The happening Goa looks like a loooong drive from the resort. Well, the team and me will be packing up and getting away from Bangalore hustle-bustle for some madness and debauchery in Goa... sorry, this resort on the course.

Hospet and Hampi in 2 days

2006-08-22T18:54:00.000+05:30

George and me visit Hospet & Hampi...

Dancing by the projector

2006-07-05T14:24:00.000+05:30

Watched the quarter finals onwards on large screen at home. Yay!
Then used the half-time break to have fun with Vedha and boy did she enjoy it. Its amazing to see what kids can do when given a chance to let go. And they are really good at it.

Who is my neighbour today

2006-07-05T14:01:00.000+05:30

I always wanted to click on that link at the top, right corner of my blog.

Got around to it today.
My neighbour (I visualized that we'd somehow be parked next to each other on Blogger.com's server) is this person: www.kabobfest.blogspot.com

But to my surprise (yeah! big surprise), this person wasn't there the next time I hit the button. Maybe he got evicted. Sensitive issues et al. But no, he's still out there on Blogger.com and still posting healthyly. So why are these people moving in next to me and then out the next click? Or am I being moved around. Bloody hell! No time to catch up with the neighbourhood even in the virtual world.

June 8th - World Ocean Day

2006-06-08T10:50:00.000+05:30

Whose side are you on?
From Greenpeace.org:
"June 8, World Ocean Day, a chance to celebrate and reflect on the beauty and life of our oceans? No way! It’s the day before the kick off of the Football World Cup and we want YOU to take action. Protect the world’s oceans by getting involved in the event of the year ….Oceans World Cup!
Ever 4 seconds an area the size of 10 football fields is destroyed by deep-sea bottom trawling.
A neat video on Bottom Trawling.

More facts on the effects of deep-sea bottom trawling here.

Never be the same again

2006-06-07T17:39:00.000+05:30

The famed Sakleshpur trek route is all but gone. With broad gauge railway lines open now, its a busy stretch. Did the route just before it was opened up. The seemingly short stretch is a hard one on ill equipped teams but its worth the pain. One word - awesome!
More words - I'm proud that my country has green cover (though shrinking) like in the Western Ghats.

Synaps opening for Taxiride

2006-06-07T17:24:00.000+05:30

Bangalore, Palace Grounds, it was raining for an hour before the show and the place was packed. With Synaps opening for Taxiride, we had the advantage of walking out if Taxiride didn't make an impression. Ofcourse, they didn't. So we left to down some beer at Windsor Pub.
The guys from Synaps had it bad. They are a pretty tight band and play mostly their own stuff - which is good. But then the crowd didn't take to them thrashing a guitar on stage. Bloody uptight crowd I thought. Then it all fell into place. I hadn't heard them. Then I did. A pansier version of Sound Garden is a close description. So off we went to console ourselves with cold draught and squid rings.
Managed to get hold of 2 pics from this show. Will post a links to their first album songs that I'm trying to upload.

Synaps @ The Forum

2006-06-07T05:59:00.000+05:30

Synaps rocking Bangalore again! Pictures are from the show at The Forum.
Pictures from the 2nd June show @ Palace Grounds next. Will also try and upload a clip from their first album. BTW they had a surprise up their sleeve. :-)

por ser quien soy

2006-05-23T03:53:00.000+05:30

Soraya Raquel Lamilla Cuevas
(March 11, 1969 – May 10, 2006)

Bangalore's new buses

2006-05-16T12:52:00.000+05:30

Rainbow benefit schemes from the BMTC (The Bangalore Metropolitan Transport Corporation) nowadays include Accident Insurance, Medical Reimbursement for injuries from vehicular accidents, parking fee discounts at bus stops, monthly free coupons from Nandini/MSIL/Seedlings from the Lalbagh Nursery, and loads of lucky draws on prizes like free trips, refrigerators, computers and even a car.
On a daily basis the BMTC does this:

Operate 3875 schedules
Deploy a fleet of 4035 buses
Make 58,000 trips
Perform 875,000 service kilometres
Carry 3,200,000 passengers
Earn around Rs. 17,300,000
Pay Rs. 952,000 to the Government towards Motor Vehicle tax

Also, there are buses such as this one plying on the roads nowadays not to mention the launch of a call center too!

Quentin Tarantino's best 12

2006-05-15T18:26:00.000+05:30

In the 2002 Sight and Sound Directors' poll, Tarantino revealed his top-twelve films of all-time:
1.Rio Bravo
2. The Good, the Bad and the Ugly
3. Taxi Driver
4. His Girl Friday
5. Rolling Thunder
6. They All Laughed
7. The Great Escape
8. Carrie
9. Coffy
10. Dazed and Confused
11. Five Fingers of Death
12. Hi Diddle Diddle.

Anyone seen them all?

The unwilling icon of capitalism

2006-05-12T10:25:00.000+05:30

T-shirts, bandanas, posters, undies, and just about anywhere else you can do injustice. Mr. Guevarra is there, staring away like he'd rather not accept his condition. Poor guy, a hero to the poor, a villain to the capitalists up north. He fought in every major revolution. Though from Argentina, that lent him the "Che", he fought for Latino America and willed the lower populace into dreaming of uniting all the Mestizo countries. Guatemala, Cuba, Congo and finally Bolivia were places he kindled and fought his revolution.

Ernesto "Che" Guevarra de la Serna was eventually captured and murdered by the Bolivian military.

A person with soul, who couldn't stand poverty is today on the front of a svelte chick's T. Nothing else.

Sketchup to the Rescue!

2006-05-11T17:32:00.000+05:30

Google Sketchup comes to the rescue. I can now create 3D sketches in no time.
Totally rocks!

Thanks for the update Georgie