Come As You are – The Legend Lives On

It’s a little over fourteen years since the GoG (God of Grunge) self-destructed himself, but the legend continues to survive. The musician who took the rock scene by storm in the early 90s, battled a life-long heroin addiction and finally died of what was termed a “self-inflicted gunshot wound”, gave such hits as “Come As You are”, “The Man Who Sold The World” and the cult “Smells Like Teen Spirit”. He took the grunge scene by storm and never looked back.

Its really tough to draw a conclusion between Cobain’s severe Bronchitis, Laryngitis, Stomach ailments and his heroin usage, but its said that he used heroin as a refuge to alleviate the pain whereas medical history shows that the stress of tours coupled with his drug abuse actually aggravated the situation.

In the milee Kurt rose from a lead-member of a Garage Band to a Cult figure, and in a way this sudden rise to fame proved his nemesis. He was simply unable to handle the pressures of success. The media blitz really scared him, his drug abuse went from bad to worse and numerous attempts at rehab failed. Finally it ended in April 94.

But the legend lives on. And Smells like teen spirit is still the "anthem of the generation".

NY (mis)adventure

Certain things are there which can never be explained. We call it jinx in our everyday slang/twang what have you, and co-incidence is a very light way of putting it across, but if it happens for two years in a row it ceases to be a mere co-incidence. Especially the few factors that are common in the occurrence were there in both the years. Sample this - My problems with NYC and why I hate visiting it. First attempt at visiting NYC led to my friend messing up the route and we were lost for quite some time before finally making it to the NJ side of the Statue of Liberty Ferry and having a glimpse of it.
My second attempt at a tour of NYC ended with a horrible crash. Imagine that!What a great way to start the memorial day weekend.
My third attempt had a wiser me, I took the Metro North to NYC and then traveled by Subway. Had to pick up my friend at the JFK and bring her back. Imagine my ill-luck, Stuck inside a train in the subway between Lexington Avenue and Grand Central for nearly 2 hours. So the jury is real clear on this one, which ever mode of transport you take, its gonna end up in a minor-major disaster. So a more prudent decision is to stay clear of NYC unless there is a pressing need to visit the place.

Cut a year ahead. Its the memorial day weekend. The rental car was again from Enterprise and the destination was Niagara Falls in Upstate New York. Got pulled over for speeding. I mean why me, lots a other people were speeding as well.

All it means that if I spend another memorial day weekend in this country - I just hope I don't - am staying indoors. period

"Rediff"ining News

For a long time now my day starts with a quick glance of rediff.com headlines and accessing my mails which are also in rediff account. Over the last few years somehow I have seen a distinct and constant degradation of Rediff's reports from informational to mere smutt especially in the Movies section.

Sample these

5) Nicole Kidman is pregnant and goes buff for some Mag.

4) Yummy mummy Salma Hayek - I understand the before and after photos and all that. I simple love Salma Hayek but "Yummy Mummy"

3)This news item has a lot of news stories, even a spot poll on the best dress Mrs Rai Bachhan wore but the fact is different. Aishwarya's fashion disaster at Cannes continues. Period

2)Soha Ali Khan is NOT HOT. Sorry Rediff but no I cant agree with your ideas. She looks like a Nerdy investment banker totting in blacks in Wall Street. She is brainy, "pretty" maybe sexy but skimpy clothes on anyone does not make anyone HOT.


And the final one

1)How Mimoh and Kareena are related to each other. Hello!!!!Wake Up!

I think I need a better way to start my day

Me Myself and May!

I normally don’t write about myself in the blog but now and then I do make an exception. The last few days have been horrid. It’s been really tough for me and the reasons have been aplenty. And as I hope to bounce back to normalcy I guess few are worth a mention

There is a sense of stagnation creeping in at the job front. I mean this is something I have been pondering on over a length now and somehow the future does not paint a very rosy picture. With the creative juices drying up and the dull techie taking over and the “dream” getting distant, I guess its time to take a break from the drudgery and head back to the books and rethink the years ahead.

Well the professional sense of loss is shallow because life is much more than just that and the lure of the lucre. In my eyes there are other priorities which any day takes precedence over professional commitments.

There is some jinx in our family with the month of May/June and it’s this time of the month when it gets kinda scary. Well the jinx has an added effect when it gets coupled with the Football World Cup but nonetheless its always good to exercise caution. Amidst all this there happens to be a deep sense of loss which creeps back to rankle me. Something which I refuse to accept even after so many years, eighteen to be precise. Its tough fighting back tears even after so many years even though I try to carry on with my daily affairs

All in all I have been kind of low over the past two to three days but definitely will bounce back to normalcy soon.

Miss You

It’s true you always live in my heart. Every single moment of your existence is intertwined with mine. While there will always be that void left by your absence it always feels nice to have you as close as possible. It's the time of the year when you always come alive

It's a defining year in your life; you would have been 18 today. Legally adult not the kiddo you seem to be! But sadly there will be no cakes, no candles and no celebration. And no am not crying, am just trying to fight back the tears…. as I have been doing for the last eighteen years. I only try to fathom how tall you would be, what would you do and how you would dress up for this day. Would it be a pink dress or a sari (wishful)? In my mind I just decided on the former, somewhere back in my mind that's the way I had imagined it to be. Hopes, Dreams, Starry eyes and Rose bouquets. Until next year wherever you are and however you are, always remember I love you and I miss you. Happy Birthday!