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A painful memory awoken by the rain falling outside:

Dekho baarish ho rahi hai
(It’s raining, it’s raining, it’s raaaaaining)
Mera dil roh rahaa hai
(It’s paining, it’s paining, it’s paaaaaaining)

I think the name of the album was “I-Yai-Oh”. Or was it “Eyes”? Anu Malik on DD2, saying – “You listen to Rahman’s songs in two different languages. My songs sound equally good in English.” Proceeds to sing – You make me feel a virgin. ( Tu-ru-ru. Tu-ru-ru )

Die. Die. DIE!!!

Personal rain-song list:

Rim-jhim Rim-jhim – 1942 – A Love Story.
Boondon se Baatein – Thakshak.
Singin in the Rain – Gene Kelly.
Listen to the Rhythm(Of the Falling Rain) – The Cascades.
Raindrops Keep Falling on my Head – BJ Thomas.
Indian Rain – Colonial Cousins.
Barkha Ritu – Three Brothers and a Violin.
Ab Ke Saawan – Shubha Mudgal.
Why Does It Always Rain on Me? – Travis.

Personal rain-related line that comes to mind –

(English accent) Baarish ya no baarish, British Raj ko Champaner mein apna chhavni barkaraar rakhni hai, etc etc. – Paul Blackthorne (Lagaan)

One more personal rain-related line that comes to mind –

The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain.
There is joy and pain
but the rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain.

We walk in love but fly in chains
And the planes in Spain fall mainly in the rain.

-Stephen King (The Gunslinger)

Addendum: New additions to the song list:-
Cryin’ In The Rain – The Everly Brothers. (courtesy varshax)
Tip Tip Tip Tip Baarish – Afsana Pyaar Ka.

There was a nice song from Sir – called Sun Sun Sun Barsaat ki Dhun Sun, but I don’t remember too much about it….just the first line.

Last night I dreamt I was ten, and it was evening and I was running back home from the playground, with my sister trying hard to catch up. Both of us laughing hard at some joke. And when she got tired ( She had this weird habit of stopping right in the middle of the road and sitting down – plop – when she couldn’t keep up with me), both of us held hands and walked part of the way, swinging our hands together.

Maybe it’s the weather. Cloudy, overcast days, that just-about-to-rain feeling makes me somewhat melancholy.

I think I cried in my sleep, I am not too sure.

Times like this, Guwahati and Nichols High School and BamuniMaidan and Cotton College seems SO far away, almost like a half-forgotten memory. I don’t miss my family or that place too much.

It will pass.

Priom, ex-roommate of mine, fellow game-maniac and currently resident in Bangladesh( from where he conducts his piratical operations and observations ) had this to say about Postal-2, a game he had played and completed, recently.

“Play it, moron!”

Who can resist such a fervent request?

Yeah, so I managed to “procure” the game yesterday. Of course, it was pretty evident that it’s a high-end game, but this is ridiculous – I came to my office and installed it on my machine here, which happens to be a Pentium IV 1.2 GHz machine with a 32 MB AGP card and 256 MB RAM, and this friggin game says “Certain parts of the game cannot be rendered properly because your system does not have adequate resources. ” Whoa! And it used up precisely 1.5 GB of install-space….

But it’s true, Priom, the game’s COOL! You have an antisocial guy who picks up anything, right from a shovel to the money lying on anyone’s table, and unzips his fly and randomly pees on unsuspecting people(“Squeal! Shriek! Somebody call the cops!” “Aaaaaaaaah! The flowers are really gonna bloom today….”), you have crazy loonies who draw guns and let fly if you stand too long in one place. You can kick the dog, snipe at cats, get arrested and abuse policemen( and women).You can even blow yourself up with a special key at any point in the game…the guy says “I regret NOTHING!” and proceeds to chew a grenade. Oooh! Fun!

All these I learnt in the first fifteen minutes into the game. Proceeded to get chewed up/shot at/arrested/blown away about 8 times before it was time to call it quits.

Providing statistics using our Stats framework is not an easy task, as I have learnt today…

A lot of self-control this weekend. Didn’t go and watch Nayee Padosan after all.

Chandru gave me a load of cds on Saturday. Six Beatles cds ( Let It Be has been playing in my discman the past 24 hours ), a Wings double-cd set, a John Lennon collection, a Suzanne Vega Retrospective (which he bought on Friday, it seems), and a Fairport Convention cd. All of which happen to be really good. I love my life.

Don’t we all have this wonderful knack of biting off more than we can chew? I was trying to relate to myself why I like comics so much, and what my feelings are about comics and after sometime I found out I had started writing an autobiographical account of a fanboy tat would take far too long to finish, but which I would love to show to anyone who asks me – “Why comics, man?” And yes, I will do it in chunks, to avoid boring myself to death.

The Beatzian Chronicles or, The Secret Origin of The Comic-loving Freak – Book I