Andy on a roll

88 the number of keys on a piano
so let's hope this bu doesn't fall flat
all set to be able to keep sharp
but also i try not to see everything in black and white
so tune in
i think it's goign to be grand
as long as we set it up right
and then it could get electric
i've a real good feeling that we'll hit the high notes
G hope it doesn't get too CD this week
A that wouldn't be good
Otherwise there'll be people in the street buirning FEG's of us

I'll stop now as an octave mercy

Argh! What the hell is this?
I am feeling so compellingly senti right now for no reason at all!! There is a barrage of emotions and no anchor to pin them down to.
Maybe it's just that I am going home :) Soon ! :)
Or maybe I should make hay while the sun shines and paint!
:)) What a random bunch of ideas that!

Too many tweets might make a twat..

Hello Andy, John and Tom,

After the enlightening Bugle this week, I tried very hard to think before I spoke and was subsequently inspired to pen down this beautiful Ode:

Too many brits make a brat
Too many frits make one fat
Too many splits make a spat
Palin quits for reasons squat

Regards

Manmohini morey

Tweaking the dials and knobs

to get it right
What was that station?
What was that frequency?
When our wavelengths matched
When there was blissful harmony
Resonance

It all seems mismatched now
The beats horribly off
And the closer you try to get the more it lashes
In torrents
Tortuous waves of energy

It was agonising and ecstatic
That entangled world

As we quietly slid far away into
our classical worlds, indifferent
un-interfering
Trying to capture approximations to ideality
Into our imperfect, realistic world.

My latest submission to JO & AZ

My Dear Deluded Duo,

You've got your history completely muddled. Due to your Freudian fixation on the Royal Family, you Britishers overlooked the fact that America and India are now completely independent.

In fact the day Britain, in all its snootiness, decided to break off the Eurasian mainland, and dug a huge moat around itself, filled it with the Loch Ness Monster and covertly charged the entire Empire with the bill, was the day it lost its dominion over the world.

You are now at best a neglected 51st State of the USA, much like a badly behaved, misguided, smaller brother of Texas. You insist you are sovereign but really, waving a flag and feeding a Queen doesn't actually spell liberty. In fact you are more accurate chanting "God Bless America, and while you're at it, Save the Queen" too. If you all mend your loony ways and behave yourselves, you might just earn a star on their flag!

As a tribute to your twisted beliefs may I, in all humility, suggest a slogan for The Bugle, (which did you know is also defined as a misery pipe?!) ?

The Bugle: Declaring The War on Facts, by the Sentries of Bull Shit.

Yours lovingly,

What a reason to post. I'm bored. I actually have nothing of interest to do and writing amounts to just about scraping the bottom of the barrel.
I am trying to check if even that holds any joy to me at all.
Well it's not like I don't have work, there are 2 projects to juggle, one thesis to write, 3 difficult Broadway songs to prepare for performance, 4 intriguing books to read, John Oliver to holler at and Matt Damon to generally drool over.
Still it is not grand enough, not magical enough.
For the Drama Queen that I am I should probably permanently shift to Disneyland.

What is this life so devoid of care?
Too much time and nothing to stare.

“I can close my eyes on my valley as it is today, and it is gone, and I see it as it was, when I was a boy. In those days, the black slag, the waste of the coal pits, had only begun to cover the sides of our hill. Not yet enough to mar the countryside, nor blacken the beauty of our village, for the colliery had only begun to poke its skinny black fingers through the green.” – Huw, How Green Was My Valley.

I still remember this place, this self same city though much greener, brighter, cleaner and quieter. The plump orchard trees blossoming with glorious flowers that melted away into luscious fruits. Remember the guava, mango and litchi branches literally bending over backwards to bear their produce. Still remember the kids climbing these boughs in an attempt to lighten their burden and enjoy a feast, fighting off rival birds. I remember the East Canal Road actually flowing alongside the East Canal, my garden in full bloom attracting butterflies of every size and shape, the clean gurgling streams flowing by houses. When Air Conditioner was unknown and a Cooler not required. A time of liberal rain and water abound.

Can you see that valley today? When was the last time you actually saw a beautiful butterfly or a house sparrow? When was the last you awoke in the morning to the tune of a bird or sighted a blue kingfisher? When was the last you did not have to hunt road sides all day, for a good bunch of litchis or when mangoes didn’t wilt before their time? When rain didn’t clog, heat was not so cruel, Basmati fields were not rare. When was the last time you crossed Chakrauta Road and did not curse the traffic for clogging it up?

It is not trivial, this ruin for as Albert Einstein once said:

‘If all the honey bees were wiped out, mankind would follow in about four years.’

We really do not have to go too far to see what fast-paced, un-planned, mindless “development” can do to the Earth. Just look around. See what it has done to this small town and witness the dregs of misguided progress.

Yet we should not hasten to cry death to technology for therein lies the future of mankind. It is very easy for anyone to take an extremist view and march ahead trampling on delicate ecological balance or hail an end to all development. However we should not demonise technology. For it has done us much good too. We have continuous electricity now, better health facilities, more medicines, easily available clean water, better sanitation, stronger roads and brighter safer nights. The Communication revolution and Globalization brought with it more knowledge and literacy, better ideas and flavours from across the globe.

This dichotomy is well manifested by this saying:

“In an underdeveloped country, don't drink the water; in a developed country, don't breathe the air.” ~Changing Times magazine

Technology is thus a double edged sword and we have to learn how to wield it well. Therein lies the relevance and import of this conference. This conference was an attempt at enlightening us all about the wastefulness of our ways. It intended to show us paths leading to “sustainable development”, one which will give us a better tomorrow without devouring our resources.

As always it is not difficult to change our future. It will just take some compassion, understanding and maturity, but we can all do our bit. All we need to do is use some common sense and care a little. It will take such simple measures like conserving water and electricity at home and in college. We need to cut reckless oil usage, recycle plastics, paper and water. Reduce, Reuse and Recycle. Plant and tend to trees. There is a lot we can do and I sincerely hope we have taken some lessons from the brilliant material presented in this conference and will carry them out.

Let us make our homes more environment friendly. In fact let us all take a step further and make this college eco-friendly.

I would urge each and everyone, including me to make M.K.P. Go Green For

“What would the world be, once bereft
of wet and wildness? Let them be left.
O let them be left, wildness and wet;
Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.”
- Gerard Manley Hopkins.