Break - "THE WALL"

It was during 1980, in the roots of 'The Wall' sessions, that the band members David Gilmour and Roger Waters, could no longer work together. Gilmour had always seen the band producing great music whereas Waters saw the band as a social element which are driven by ideas. In the mean time, Floyd's key member Nick Wright was dropped out due to cocaine addiction. Waters believed that Pink Floyd would never work without him but the album 'The Momentary Lapse of Reason' released by David Gilmour and others proved it wrong. Roger Waters declared that he would never work with David Gilmour again due to his desire to pursue a solo career and his inability to even speak with his former bandmate. Basically the two controlling personalities could no longer stand each other, and the break-up of the group was the result. Waters believed that Pink Floyd could not exist without him, and that was proved wrong when Gilmour reunited with drummer Nick Mason and wright in 1986 to make "Momentary Lapse of Reason" and release it under the Pink Floyd name.


But after these years, both the key band members have performed many shows and released many solo albums which became hit. The question is "Will they break the Wall?" and unite again.

rELics

Its been a long time, for my last post here and I havnt posted anything after that, perhaps I dint feel like posting as I cant see anyone commenting!!! Life's been the same for me, from early waking to crwoded trains, offices and work-pressures, from new friends to cribbing-collegues, nothing has changed. Apparently, I read somewhere in some magazine (some corporate-culture-shit) that during our work phases and professional lives, we come across a lot of problems aka 'issues' (now sounds corporate), and these 'issues' soon get morphed into 'challenges'. So, today the word 'issue' or 'problem' dosent exists, but a word 'challenge' emerges. So you know what it means, that this issue is now your issue and you have to solve it and YOU have to solve it, theres no escape, but to get it done. Its a challenge. Simple. (I dont want to sound sarcastic but if I am sounding... who cares. But does make sense.... for some people like me).
So mans life is full of challenges, like my bosses say - "its now your responsibilty ( to dismental this atomic bomb ) I am not going to keep following-up with the world".. Challenges have to exist, a life without challenge is like an empty boat sailing in infinity.
Every day is a challenge for many people like me or like Malti Joshi (my 83 year old land-lady with a ears till MUTE - she wont be able to hear an atomic bomb explosion until its lip-readed), or any other mumbaikar who travels from one corner of the city to other for a FEW MORE THOUSAND RUPEES and some people who are physically and mentally challenged. People think they are wiser, and they dont take-up things, especially some of them just like to deligate and escalate things. Forward work related mails, and bitch with that sad smile. And some think they are even wiser, they try to peep in others monitors and forget their work, as if the designers monitor has come from heaven and the designer has come from NASA. The clients expect they'd get a moon designed for them for a cost of slippers meant for rain. And worst is when the conductor stairs at you when he comes to know that you are falling short of one rupee and your wallet is empty, and he gives you a ticket three stops before your destination, and some beautiful females walking at your desk and asking for a favour, and once its done - they wont even fake a smile. And many more wise people who think they are wise and vice versa.

Thanks for reading my post and wasting your time on my stupid writing, I would not stop writing it and listing to 'System of a Down', 'Papa roach' or P. Floyd, as I cant survive with it. (I had 3 large peg's of Bacardi before writing this, but trust me I am not drunk, my writing is the proof ;)I have challenged myself...

Learning to Fly

I never thought I could climb this high,
I thought I may fall, but was ready to die,
All I felt was to kiss the sky,
And all I knew I was learning to fly.

Away from the world, was calm and quiet,
From that crowd, noise and hidden cries,
All I could hear was sound of silence,
And all I knew I was learning to fly.

I had closed my eyes and began to feel,
Presence of God, and it felt so real,
Felt the same when I use to see in her eye,
All I felt was to kiss the sky..

And all I knew I was learning to fly.

Queen of Rain

Being a music-freak, I cannot stop writing about songs which I really love to listen, some songs become have become my favorites as their wordings depict the situations and criteria's of my own life. These have become a part of my life. It’s quite mean to say but it’s true, one thing that I have discovered staying away from home since last four years, not being sarcastic but yes, life brings many situations that one has to deal with and I have dealt with many of them, these have turn to day-to-day battle’s some of them - I won and some I had to loose.
Roxette’s number ‘Queen of Rain’, is a instance that brings me to realization what I have dealt with in my life, it is indeed a great lyrical effort. There are many songs which you feel are different, some of them you feel as if they are meant for you, some of them you like to dedicate to someone. ‘Queen of Rain’, to me talks about, love, realization, as it shrugs ‘There's a time for the good in life A time to kill the pain in life, Dream about the sun, you queen of rain”.

Queen of rain :

In that big big house there are fifty doors
And one of them leads to your heart
In the time of spring I passed your gate
And tried to make a start
All I knew was the scent of sea and dew
I've been in love before, how about you

There's a time for the good in life
A time to kill the pain in life
Dream about the sun, you queen of rain

In that big old house there are fifty beds
And one of them leads to your soul
It's a bed of fear, a bed of threats
Regrets and sheets so cold
All I knew, your eyes so velvet blue
I've been in love before, how about you

There's a time for the good in life
A time to kill the pain in life
Dream about the sun, you queen of rain
It's time to place your bets in life
I've played the loser's game of life
Dream about the sun, you queen of rain

Time went by as I wrote your name in the sky
Fly, fly away, bye bye

It's time to place your bets in life
I've played the loser's game of life
Dream about the sun, you queen of rain
Dream about the sun, you queen of rain
Dream about the sun, you queen of rain, mmm
Dream about the sun, you queen of rain (dream about the sun)

The Floydian legacy

A long deified path on my way towards churchgate station after office, my mind was already consumed with many things all dealing work, future and my life. I had been through a trauma and stress at work and daily routine had swallowed me completely. Longing for a good weekend, as I spoke to my cousin and he invited me at his place in Seawoods (one place I love in Mumbai) for spending weekend with him.

I was delighted as ever since no one really make any attempt to call-up and bother me, as I don’t call-up bother anyone, my cousin thought of spending a weekend! And I was on one feet to visit his place, thinking about the fried fish and chilled beer and nothing else but Floyd.

I bluffed Aji as usual as she plans wired house-hold work for me on weekends. She is really good at convincing and getting things done, but not this time I said…
I rushed early at his place, we had a good time in the afternoon watching couple of movies and the fun began in the night when the mehfil was set with hot-fried-fish, chilled beer pint and lovely music at the back. “Careful with That Axe, Eugene” was the first number from Pink Floyd's Ummagumma, followed by some of the greatest Gilmore’s hits. Then was a song “The Scarecrow” I love that number, “Sorrow”,”Shine on you..” and Roger Waters “Dark Side of the Moon”. In between, I heard “Comfortably Numb”, the song has something in it, it reminds me of Sam and good-old Datacomp (previous organization) days as I felt that I was not in the room and lost somewhere in past or another world, couldn't figure out. The same feeling I had when I heard “When the smoke is going down” in Scorpions concert which was the last song of the concert (video on ritwik.vox.com).
I supposedly am a big fan of Pink Floyd and I love their songs, they have become a part of my life, and nothing like fish, beer and Floyd. The Floyd songs reminds me of all my past right from my school-days, my arrogant teachers, memories with my friends and a lot.

Paacheddegeddon - Gujjuphobia, the return

I climbed the train this morning, I had good sleep yesterday being a Monday and after all that booze on the weekend, despite I was feeling drowsy.
And once again, as the Market is really touching its toes, the great investors from Baroda, Nausaari, Ahmedabad and Rajkot started their way of communicating!
I then prayed god for something which is impossible as I wanted God to make me - Clint Eastwood with a naked Gun in my hand , a thin cigarette being chewed at the right side of my mouth......
And as soon as someone open their mouth - with a pace I fire and blow his head. BANG!!!
and in slow motion clear the smoke from the guns barrel.
It dint work, Instead I discovered the greatest formula, which needs to be put in for quantum physics and mechanics or may be quantum psychology, which goes:

f(x) + downfall of Stock market x andheri-churchgate-baroda express / forgotten iPod at home = f(massive headache entire day) + gujjuphobia x n

Gujjuphobia !

I start for the day early, when I take the stairs and turn back to ciao aji, inhale the cold air, look at the rising sun and reach at the station sharp at 7:55 AM. I have the days schedule running at the back of my mind, when the train reaches sharp at 8: 02 AM, I enter the compartment - where everyday I see a bunch of crowd positioned in the same manner each day, a maximum number of people reading the Economic Times, some staring at me, some adjusting their tie, some disturbed with my heavy metal songs running in my iPOD, some talking on their cell-phone – And the most of them go – “SU KARVAANU, KAAYI NATTHI, AGADI-PACHADI, BEJA SAATHE JAAU CHU, JHOI LE !!!”

First, I never cared of what it was, then after a month, I got used to it, then was the time when I actually felt that I am traveling in a Andheri-Churchgate Baroda express, then came a time when I blamed my own self to be a Maharastrian, but I never had a problem, it seemed some kind of a sound which starts with a tiny sound which is nothing to a NOISE which is increasing and increasing and increasing – to a LOAD, VIVID NOISE!! Like a cancer – in your ears. Everyday, conversations of stocks to real estate, actors to hotels, wife’s to children, baroda to Narendra Modi’s victory, and I don’t hesitate, I enjoy, I just like it. No choice!!!

I know my self – to stand any human language; Tamil, Telgu or even a MASSAI village language or chinese, but there is no other conversation which I have experienced – which would even break the IRON MAIDEN song – Fear of the dark running in my iPOD in full volume, only one set of people with clean jazzy shirts, a zarda in their mouth, their tight formal pants being wore on the stomach, their hair combed other side – and their lovely language which even breaks my in ears when I reach home in the evening which goes – “BHADDU SU CHE – kaayi natthi – HELLO AAHHH RAMNIKK BHAI, JIGNESSS BOLU CHOO”

(PS: This post is not an intention to harm any religion or caste, but a Overwhelming experience of traveling in a 1st class compartment of Andheri-churchgte-baroda train).