{"id":404,"date":"2003-11-10T18:43:00","date_gmt":"2003-11-10T18:43:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.beatzo.net\/blog\/2003\/11\/stuff\/"},"modified":"2003-11-10T18:43:00","modified_gmt":"2003-11-10T18:43:00","slug":"stuff","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.beatzo.net\/blog\/2003\/11\/stuff\/","title":{"rendered":"Stuff"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>When I went to Guwahati last year, I remember listening to Alanis Morissette&#8217;s <i>Jagged Little Pill<\/i> day in and out. If it had been a tape instead of a cd, I would have had to throw it away. <\/p>\n<p>This time, it was not just one album. Maybe because I was travelling so much, instead of staying at home and listening to the mosquitoes humming Jean-Michel Jarre tunes in my ears. The first part of the journey was dedicated to Evanescence. <i>Bring Me To Life<\/i> hooked me to the point of insanity. Listening to <i>My Immortal<\/i>, <i>Tourniquet<\/i> and <i>Whisper<\/i>(which is sung with a full-scale choir) in a speeding bus, in the middle of the night &#8211; quite an experience. Amy Lee&#8217;s voice reminds me of Vasundhara Das ( or is that the other way round?) <\/p>\n<p>Some part of the trip, I put Jimi Hendrix&#8217;s <i>Are You Experienced<\/i> inside the discman, and whoa momma, is it good, or what! The sneer that accompanies every line of <i>Foxy Lady<\/i>, the jackhammer guitars of <i>Purple Haze<\/i> and <i>Hey Joe<\/i> and <i>Are You Experienced<\/i>&#8230; of course I had heard them all before, but the pleasure of listening to those songs on a journey was kind of unparalleled.<\/p>\n<p><i>Tehzeeb<\/i> and <i>Boys<\/i> were always there, at the end of a tiring trek or a long train ride.<\/p>\n<p>My R.AT (Rahman Acknowledgement Time) has soared up! I don&#8217;t believe this!!! It happened this way &#8211; I was on the train and I had put on my ARR-mp3 cd, and set the playback to random.  It took me TWELVE seconds to figure out that the song that started was Ennavale from <i>Kaadhalan<\/i>. TWELVE seconds. It felt like twelve years, every year being a racking of the brains, as invisible neuron-charges mapped flute-sounds to songs, and songs to time-periods, and time-periods to movies. (I am trying to give an explanation of how R.A.T levels normally work ). Sigh. It was only when the female humming that gave me the answer. I am mortified. I need to go take a break from normal life or something&#8230;.and listen to nothing else but ARR for the next few weeks. <\/p>\n<p>Literature: I re-read the wonderful Tad Williams story <i>The Gypsy Prince<\/i> from <i>Tales of the White Wolf<\/i>, which is  a tribute to Michael Moorcock&#8217;s Elric by various authors like Gaiman, Williams, Nancy Collins. The specialty of this story is that it features a Fantasy version of Jimi Hendrix ( yep, him again! ) &#8211; in his incarnation of Shemei Uendrijj, the gypsy prince, who wields Cloudhurler ( a word-play on Stratocaster ) &#8211; the entire story being told from the point of view of a stoned hippie, a Hendrix fan,  who gets transported to Elric&#8217;s world while on an acid trip, with the uncanny power to shapeshift into a giant or a dwarf, depending on his mood. Hilarious!<\/p>\n<p>Began <a href=\"http:\/\/www.faqs.org\/faqs\/books\/anne-rice-faq\/part1\/\">Anne Rice<\/a>&#8216;s <i><a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/0345384466\/qid=1068467374\/sr=2-1\/ref=sr_2_1\/102-7825332-0384128\">The Witching Hour<\/a><\/i>, which, I must confess, has got to be the best Rice novel I have read in a long time. It&#8217;s history, myth, horror, erotica blended to make a heady concoction. It makes me, among other things, want to go to New Orleans and drink in the atmosphere of that city. It actually gave me the creeps to think of The Talamasca, the enigmatic group of paranormal observers. &#8220;We watch and we are always here.&#8221; It&#8217;s a whopper of a dynastic saga, and, oh-my-god, I would hate to finish it. (Yes, I still have a hundred-odd pages to go, and I am going at something like 2 pages per night )Thank you, Ms Rice, for the experience.<\/p>\n<p>Interesting note: Two of the scarier books I have read were both on trains. Stephen King&#8217;s <i><a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/0743424425\/qid=1068469219\/sr=2-1\/ref=sr_2_1\/102-7825332-0384128\">The Shining<\/a><\/i> was one, which I finished on a journey from Delhi to Guwahati, and I remember shivering on the upper berth, and closing the book from time to time and looking down at my friends just to ensure myself that there was no snow outside and there was no hotel and I wasn&#8217;t trapped in a bathroom and there wasn&#8217;t a rotting body in the bathtub. This book was the second of the two. <i>Boys<\/i> was the saving grace this time.<\/p>\n<p>I chanced upon William Buck&#8217;s version of <i><a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/tg\/detail\/-\/0520227034\/qid=1068469142\/sr=1-2\/ref=sr_1_2\/102-7825332-0384128?v=glance&#038;s=books\">The Ramayana<\/a><\/i> in Gol Park, Calcutta. Things have changed a lot there with a new fly-over near the park, and a new ( and lousy!) Planet M outlet nearby, but the old bookshops still stand, and the collections remain as eclectic as they were five years ago. <\/p>\n<p>The last couple of days were hectic, what with a trip to Warangal for <i><a href=\"http:\/\/www.recw.ernet.in\/trivium\/MMIII.htm\">TriviumMMIIIAD<\/a><\/i>, where I conducted the Music&#8217;n Movies Quiz. Met up <a href=\"http:\/\/vrikodhara.livejournal.com\/\" class=\"lj-user\">vrikodhara<\/a> and all the other juniors. Thankfully they liked the quiz. Heh. Again, nothing much has changed in that place&#8230;even the rags they write at all the fests are full of the same half-baked puns and semi-literate ego-bashing. Funny, but I have never come across any REC &#8220;bulletin&#8221; that praises an effort by someone. <\/p>\n<p>Man, I sound so bloomin&#8217; sanctimonious.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When I went to Guwahati last year, I remember listening to Alanis Morissette&#8217;s Jagged Little Pill day in and out. 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