Sunday, February 28, 2010

Dreaming of Mercy

There are two things powerful enough to zap you out of your present state and pull you into a black hole- a dimension old, yet familiar. The stay there isn't always present, but it is a time that has definitely seeped deep into your emotions.

Those two things are memories and music. Triggered, heard, spoken or sung, whichever it be, if it strikes the right chord, its bound to take you to your wonderland, and your name doesn't even have to be Alice.

I heard this while I was watching a movie - Life or something like it. And I watched it soon after I watched the movie August Rush. I am not a musician, and music is not in my blood, nor in my veins, but I do love listening to some good music. August Rush made me feel like there was something missing in my life. What it is exactly, I havent been able to figure out. Whatever it be, the movie has definitely made a difference in my life, even if the effect lasts only the night. After that I began watching 'Life or something like it', with a blonde Angelina Jolie, and I paused and wondered for a moment if this movie could surpass the experience of 'August Rush'.

Undoubtedly both movies are different and have strikingly different impressions on you. But what Life or.. gave me was a ride down nostalgic lane when Peter Gabriel's 'Mercy Street' began playing in the background. It flooded me with memories of my childhood. I grew up listening to some very different numbers and Mercy Street was definitely one of them. So Here I am, sharing the lyrics of Mercy Street with you.

looking down on empty streets, all she can see
are the dreams all made solid
are the dreams all made real

all of the buildings, all of those cars
were once just a dream
in somebody's head

she pictures the broken glass, she pictures the steam
she pictures a soul
with no leak at the seam

lets take the boat out
wait until darkness
let's take the boat out
wait until darkness comes

nowhere in the corridors of pale green and grey
nowhere in the suburbs
in the cold light of day

there in the midst of it so alive and alone
words support like bone

dreaming of mercy st.
wear your inside out
dreaming of mercy
in your daddy('s arms again
dreaming of mercy st.
'swear they moved that sign
dreaming of mercy
in your daddy's arms

pulling out the papers from the drawers that slide smooth
tugging at the darkness, word upon word

confessing all the secret things in the warm velvet box
to the priest-he's the doctor
he can handle the shocks

dreaming of the tenderness-the tremble in the hips
of kissing Mary's lips

dreaming of mercy st.
wear your insides out
dreaming of mercy
in your daddy's arms again
dreaming of mercy st.
'swear they moved that sign
looking for mercy
in your daddy's arms

mercy, mercy, looking for mercy
mercy, mercy, looking for mercy

Anne, with her father is out in the boat
riding the water
riding the waves on the sea

Thursday, February 25, 2010


Why is the man such a worried lot today? There is only one answer and that is

Many of us have grown us listening to this song written by Chuck Berry. I grew up listening to Elvis singing his version, which I must add, is a sazzy snazzy number.
I bring this up because we, the world as an unit are celebrating World Health Day this year. An event which focuses on urbanisation and health. But then, we celebrate this day because there are issues ailing us, man and woman. From tensions and work to terror attacks, there is a lot we have to watch out for.

Everyone must agree when I say this, there are more chances for us to die of a terrorist attack that a car crash. Even if you don’t agree, at least you could do me a favour and acknowledge that yes, the danger does exist. Probably not as much in a city like Chennai, as Mumbai, but I am sure the terrorist will catch up soon.

So before I fray any further, ask yourself, for me, how many of us have actually paid attention to our neighbourhood. Forget the neighbourhood, how many of us have turned off our engines in a traffic light, or decided to give the horn a break?

I think that is probably because we are inherently apes, or shall I say, monkeys.
No wonder the song was written. There is no hope for man. The only hope is that perhaps one day, soon, the world will come to an end and start afresh again.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Angered by TN10U 8778

Who doesn’t love peace? But I don’t have Bose blood flowing in my veins for no apparent reason. I prefer collecting my thoughts after a day’s work when I am on my way back home – doesn’t matter if I’m on my bike, being picked up or walking to the bus stop.
It is not impossible to train your mind into thinking in traffic, esp in an Indian city, amidst the cows crossing the road, the short green lights, the no-lane traffic rules, BUT, it doesn’t help when there is a mofuba* (translate yourself), honking at the back of your neck, expecting you to miraculously fly through traffic and give him space to drive.

What happened yesterday left me flabbergasted. It wasn’t the first time a crazy commuter honked thoughout in mad traffic, but a red TN10 U 8778, threatened to hit me when I told him “yaarum paraka po mudiyadhu, ipidi horn adhicha enne panna mudiyam (no one can fly through this traffic, whats the use of honking like this). Bloody Hell, I say. I mean really, what nonsense.

I have decided to make a note of every car / bike number which annoys me. If I had superhuman powers, I would drill a hole right through their tyre’s. I wish I had em. A hole through the tyre of anyone who breaks any traffic code too. I wish Anniyan was more than a character in a movie. I wish I was Anniyan myself.

Saturday, February 20, 2010

An original VerBose quote

"There are no favourites in the world, only could be’s and would be’s. It is upto you to choose which path you want to take."

Thursday, February 18, 2010


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Saturday, February 6, 2010

Shahrukh and the Sena

I wonder what will happen to bollywood now. With Bollywood capital, Mumbai making a huge hue and cry over the Marathi language, have you wondered what terror and tension the huge non-marathi population in Maharashtra probably undergoes on a daily basis, especially when Mumbai strives on its movie industry.

So now, with “Marathi” gaining centre stage, will Shiv Sena also have a problem with the screening of hindi movies and existence of production houses which focus on bollywood hindi blockbusters.

With the recent attack on Shahrukh Khan’s statement expressing his view on the unchosen Pakistani IPL cricketers and tagging him a traitor, will Shahrukh Khan now have to shift base from Mumbai. He might be a muslim by religion, but he is an Indian at heart, and India being a democratic country should give people the right to express their opinion.

While his statement was not against political parties, the one who should have had their thick skins pricked remained unstirred. You very well know what I mean, the entire IPL cricket federation who tried a very old stale tit for tat tactic. Imagine if we get the same treatment in Australia. Not that I don’t condemn the attacks on Indians, but where are the voices and condemnation against the numerous murders and corruption takes place on numerous accounts, sometimes openly, robbing the citizens of their hard earned money.

Why is there no voice raised against the citizens who don’t follow rules and regulations, against those who don’t pay their taxes and against those who make controversies against someone’s personal lives?

When there are so many better issues to focus on, I would request the Shiv Sena to focus on things that make sense, and leave innocent people behind. If you have any other reason to attack Shahrukh, make it known, but try to whats right. Deploy your Sainiks to protect our borders perhaps, after all, they do like fighting for a cause.