Good Coffee

Should apparently be

As black as sin, as hot as hell, as sweet as love

I’ve heard this line being variously attributed to some unknown ancient Turkish poet and to unnamed Texan cowboys from the Wild West. (That version goes As black as night, as strong as sin, as hot as hell, and as sweet as love). I seem to prefer the Turkish version. It’s short and sweet – no pun intended! Besides, I also like Black Coffee.

One of my Sunday morning favourites is a quick cup of black coffee with a huge dollop of vanilla ice cream in it. Great way to start a Sunday.

Moved In!

The wanderer has found a new home.

In a marathon one-hour effort, I hammered the final nail into the coffin at my old blog and tagged all my posts here. My fingers ache, but it was worth it :)

The tags are self-explanatory; the Not Worth Reading posts are eminently unreadable. The same goes for the posts tagged personal. They are mostly kept here for myself to see how the quality of my writing has oscillated between utter tripe and reasonably readable.

I wonder what I shall do now… should I hack for some time before I turn in, or should I start reading A Monk and Two Peas? Judging by the way my eyelids are drooping, I shall probably do the latter.

Morrison at Work

This is a short post; I simply couldn’t help writing this one.

I’m listening to Big Chief Mojo Risin as I hack away to glory at work, and I am swayed by the sheer unreality of the lyrics. It’s obvious why this genre of music was called acid rock – the guy who wrote this stuff *had* to have been stoned! Funnily enough, I feel light. Maybe the acid in the lyrics is getting to me ;)

Words Dissemble
Words Be Quick
Words Resemble Walking Sticks
Plant Them They Will Grow
Watch Them Waver So
I’ll Always Be A Word Man
Better Then A Bird Man

The Lizard King lives :)

Hello, World

Moved from blogspot to wordpress. Biggest attraction here is that wordpress supports tags. And searching. The searching works! And it ain’t banned out here. Yet ;)

Banned

Looks like blogspot is one of the blog sites “banned” by the Government of India.So how is it that I’m blogging away to glory here?

Apparently the idiot Babu who signed the orders for the ban and his idiot minions who implemented it didn’t know enough. Good for me, heheh!

What the heck were they thinking when they banned blogs? What did they hope to achieve? I wonder if they know the answers to these questions themselves. I read somewhere that the ban had been lifted, but it looks like nobody has told my ISP that. Morons.

I, who normally suffer from an acute case of verbal diarrhoea am now at a loss for words. I am incensed at the ban, I don’t know what more to say/write.

More soon.

Carnatic Music on the Net

Looks like I’m on a “YouNameIt On The Net” blogging spree.

This isn’t a big list – it only has three links in it.

surasa.net is a site with tons of stuff to listen, as is Nada Anuboothi. Unfortunately both seem to be down for some time. Surasa should be back up soon, I hope.

A good Carnatic site that I stumbled upon recently was sangeethapriya. They have some good music to download, which makes me very happy :)

I don’t know of any more. Shencottah, Phoenix, any that you know of that belong to this list?

Good Humour on the Net

Yay! Ramesh Mahadevan is alive and kicking. If you haven’t read Ramesh Mahadevan, you’re missing something.

Son of Bosey Rocks.

I wonder what the Bosey in Son of Bosey above stands for? The only Bosey I knew of was B.J.T Bosanquet. Why was he famous? He invented what was then called the “Bosey”, and is now known popularly as the Googly.

A contemporary of B.J.T Bosanquet was J.W.H.T Douglas. He also happened to be a boxer, I think. Anyway, he was remembered more for his initials – the public expanded them to “Johnny Won’t Hit Today”, instead of John William Henry Tyler. The former expansion is more interesting :)

Comeuppance

 

Fat, out of shape, lazy-to-exercise and overweight Kovai has just had his comeuppance delivered to him.

Kovai came back home in the morning from a friend’s place where he’d been invited over for dinner the day before.

He looked around the apartment and decided that it needed a little dusting. Memories of the strenuous house cleaning exercise he had indulged in on the last weekend popped up in his mind. He then decided that a little cleaning shouldn’t hurt, and it’d mean that much less work on the weekend anyway. What the heck, he’d go to work late today. Kovai reached for the broom, and disaster struck.

Bomb-ay

Blasts in Bombay, yet again. News arrives pretty late at night. I am woken up from my sleep by an urgent phone call from home. I’m asked if I am all right, I say groggily that I am, I’m a good few hundred KM away from Bombay.

Sick with anger and sorrow as TV channels spew out familiar images of death and devastation.

Dead telephone lines. Now sick with worry as a significant branch of my Mother’s family has Mumbai as its habitat. As do a couple of my close friends.

Relief as phone lines work and everybody is safe and sound. More sorrow as disturbing images unfold on the television. What kind of sick minds can think of doing this? Heartening to see and read that people in Bombay, even though they are considered “rude” by the likes of a certain Digest, rushed to help the injured. I admit that I am not a fan of Bombay – but you have to hand it to the denizens of that jungle, they do help one another out in times of need.

Bombay is almost back to normal today. Trains are running, people are back to doing whatever they were.

Tomorrow is another day.

What am I?

Hmmm. This question came to me as questions always do when I sit at my computer past midnight listening to great music. I wish I did this more often (listen to great music, that is).Some answers:

- I’m a lazy bum and a natural slacker.
- I’m an atheist.
- I’m NOT a vegetarian. Neither am I a teetotaller.
- I’m NOT a hindu. [1]
- I’m a hacker wannabe.
- I’m a foodie.
- I’m a music lover. In more ways than one.

(more answers coming soon).

Post Scriptum:
A reader who wishes to remain anonymous asked me: Shouldn’t you be saying “I’m also not a Christian/Muslim/Buddhist etc. etc. in addition to not being a Hindu”. Sigh. Okay, here’s the deal: At one point of time, I subscribed to Hinduism as a religion. Now I don’t. Since I never did subscribe to the views of other religions, why should I disown them? The fact that I’m an atheist implies that I disown *all* religions.

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[1] Also see this.