random cues for everyone, even you!

m.k. arjunan

Wed, 02 Jul 2008 02:11:54 GMT

mk arjunan must be the most under-rated music director in the malayalam music industry ever. for example listen to this gem. the basic format might not be different from any other song in late 60s-early 70s, but yet so different.

Movie Name    CID Nazir
Musician    MK Arjunan
Lyricist(s)    Sreekumaran Thampi
Year    1971


Singer P Jayachandran
Raaga Mohanam

nin maniyarayile nirmala shayyaayile
neela neeraalamayyi njan mariyenkil
chandana manamoorum
nin deha malar valli
ennumen viri maril padarumallo

punyavathi ninte poonkaavanathiloru
pushpa shalabhamayi njan parannuvenkil(2)
sringara madhuvoorum nin raga pana pathram
ennumen adharathodadukkumalloo(nin maniyarayile)

indu vadhani ninte neerattu kladavile
indeeravangalayi njan vidarnnuvenkil(2)
indra neelaabha thookum nin malar mizhiyumayi
sundari angane njan inagumallo(nin maniyarayile)

check out the songs of composed by mk. arjunan

the folded world

Mon, 30 Jun 2008 11:31:44 GMT

suddenly, he wanted some credit for it. He wanted someone to thank him for not crapping on the institution of love. He wanted someone to thank him for not being yet another dilettante. He wanted someone to thank him for quitting poetry. He wanted some great poet to thank him for quitting poetry instead of desecrating it with his amateurishness. He wanted some unborn child to thank him for not conceiving her and not leaving her a hope chest full of mawkish villanelles. He wanted some sort of organization of martyrs to give him an award. He wanted to be decorated for not putting up a fuss. He wanted to be the president of forgettable people. He wanted there to be a competition for the least competitive person, and he wanted to win that competition. He wanted some sort of badge or outfit or medal or key or hat. He wanted to be asked to stand. He wanted to be considered. He wanted to be considered in earnest before being ignored. He wanted all the insane and beautiful and passionate people in the world to take one moment of silence in gratitude for the ones who had ceded them the stage—he, the unread poet, the sacrifice, the schoolteacher-- he wanted one goddamned moment of appreciation.

—amity gaige, the folded world.

google movies

Wed, 25 Jun 2008 04:24:42 GMT

as cool as google can get

Google Movies

http://www.google.co.in/movies
http://www.google.com/movies

thank you Google!

Tue, 24 Jun 2008 20:35:40 GMT

feeling guilty and depressed. kept a bowl of water on the stove and forgot about it for almost an hour and half.

now all is left is an over heated bowl and no water.

life gives us electroconvulsive therapy in strange ways.

quotable athiran

Tue, 17 Jun 2008 05:44:07 GMT

Genius is 1 percent inspiration and 99% pretension.
-athiran, June 17, 2008, 11:12 am.

21 movies

Sun, 15 Jun 2008 18:28:40 GMT

bought some 20 movies. i've watched few of them before just wanted a dvd copy. so these movies r gon to keep me occupied for the rainly 2 weeks ahead. mm..
the list..

1. Autumn Marathon by Georgi Daneliya
2. Sideways
3. Miss Austen Regrets
4. GI Jesus
5. Reservoir Dogs
6. Die Geschichte Der Nana S.
7. Perfume
8. Mystic River
9. the silence of the lambs
10. Out of Africa
11. Man Who Wasn't There
12. Kapurush o Mahapurush by Satyajit Ray
13. Irreversible
14. Miss Potter
15. Not One Less
16. Lucia Lucia
17. Full Metal Jacket
18. Brokeback Mountain
19. Deadman Walking
20. Sweet and Lowdown
21. Amores Perros

:)

Sat, 14 Jun 2008 17:12:14 GMT

"if they wanna walk out your life; make sure you make 'em run."

:)

heeh. yea!

Deliverance

Fri, 30 May 2008 10:28:49 GMT

Deliverance - Lee Robinson

There’s no such thing
as the necessary poem;
that’s what saves poetry
from a life like ours,
from desire and striving.
That is not to say a poem
can’t yearn for something
it isn’t yet, can’t crave
a meal of only apricots
or want a one-way ticket
to another country.
It can. We know
how a poem can need so much
it turns to mush, and how
sometimes even out of mud
and mildew rise the most
fantastic flowers. No,
what I mean is different.
That the poem is redeemed
by indifference, that before
it’s written, the world
does very well without it.
Therefore it is free
to be what it wants to be
or not to be at all.
That’s its deliverance,
its saving grace, and why
when it decides to speak
we listen to a language
that is ours, but so unlike us.

Vegetarianism, tolerance and discrimination

Mon, 26 May 2008 05:52:52 GMT

the right to eat.

wine boom

Wed, 21 May 2008 12:19:08 GMT

how safe is it to drink wine. with the scary levels of pesticide residue that i see on grapes these days, i don't think it'll be any safer.

definitely athiran

Sun, 18 May 2008 02:48:24 GMT

why does it have to end up like this, always.

do we not have another choice. why does it always have to be bitter. please tell me there is some other way. tell me i am not a bad person. tell me for once, give me that one last chance to prove that, i too can.

why is everything working against me. everything i do or say. nothing works for me. am i cursed?

i pray before this cellphone hoping you would call. will you?

before i turn all bitter and into a negative person. before i am lost beyond recovery, before i am ruined beyond repair. call me, will you.

wish you hadn't said some things you said, but you did, and my world went still for a moment and it disintegrated by itself. undo it all, tell me it was a joke, or just something you meant, but you are not sure you should have vocalized it. tell me something, pacify me. give me a false heaven. give me something to hold on to.

i too wish i was kinder, gentler, nicer, cooler, accommodating. i slapped myself some 10 times, only to find that i am numb from the living. thought a few good slaps could help.
am goin to go shoppin or something. retail therapy. cuz i'm goin crazy. let me see if i can distract my mind. hope i wont get lost. pray for me-seriously.

come all you intolerant religious nincompoops

Wed, 14 May 2008 09:32:13 GMT

mm the prophets

The Jane Austen Book Club

Sun, 11 May 2008 15:08:21 GMT

The Jane Austen Book Club

the first thing that caught my attention was the title.
this is a delightful and refreshing drama, and yes it's got a good script and a bunch of actors who really can act. the opening montage was cool, had little to do with the movie as such but that was enough to give me confidence to make me throw away the remote control and sit back and decide to watch the movie without suspecting if i'd need to fastforward.

great job by the director. i'm not sure i know enough about jane austen or her novels. i sure have read 'pride and prejudice' and 'sense and sensibility' and loved the complex characters and the drama. but i never studied them so much or re-read them. maybe i should. i know if i can read just the first page --like dean in the movie--someone read it out to me please, then i'd be motivated enough to read the rest.

watch it, u know anything that has anything to do with jane austen comes with a guarantee. the movie is quite predictable, but has predictability really ever taken away the excitement from life and movies?

these days i find predictability extremely satisfying!

tapestry

Fri, 09 May 2008 05:29:51 GMT

Tapestry - Carole King
(yes read the wiki links)
what a great singer-composer-songwriter can do.

Talking In Bed

Tue, 29 Apr 2008 19:21:17 GMT

Talking In Bed

Talking in bed ought to be easiest,
Lying together there goes back so far,
An emblem of two people being honest.
Yet more and more time passes silently.
Outside, the wind's incomplete unrest
Builds and disperses clouds in the sky,
And dark towns heap up on the horizon.
None of this cares for us. Nothing shows why
At this unique distance from isolation
It becomes still more difficult to find
Words at once true and kind,
Or not untrue and not unkind.

Philip Larkin

it becomes still more difficult to find words at once true and kind, or not untrue and not unkind. :o

...

Wed, 23 Apr 2008 18:39:46 GMT

You fooled them, Chief. You fooled them. You fooled them all! Goddamn you!

atonement

Sun, 20 Apr 2008 05:05:48 GMT

extraordinary, intriguing, and beautiful. that's how i'd describe the soundtrack of this movie.
that's some innovative magic with sounds of cello, piano, and the sound of a typewriter, excellent work mr. dario marianelli!

moreover this score really understands it's purpose, and delivers what it is supposed to in the movie.

maybe i should try watchin the movie in mute, to see how it works without the music. it still should work, it must be every film director's dream to get such awesome and original score.

trash live!!

Fri, 18 Apr 2008 16:28:25 GMT

Brendon McCullum 158 notout in Twenty20!! mmmmm..dude!!

turtles can fly

Tue, 15 Apr 2008 18:28:03 GMT

unforgiving.

turtles, yes sometimes tmmmmmmmm

goodbye bafana

Sun, 13 Apr 2008 16:15:35 GMT

feel-good history

dona paula

Sun, 13 Apr 2008 09:08:53 GMT

dona paula in the early 80s. screenshot from the movie ek duuje ke liye (1981)

Goa Dona Paula is very famous for two things: an enticing spooky past and the water sports at the beach.

The enticing (but not true ok?) story is about a girl named Dona Paula de Menzes, after whom the Goa beach has been named. She was the daughter of a viceroy in colonial India, who threw herself off the cliff, when refused permission to marry a local fisherman, Gaspar Dias. The myth says that Dona Paula is entombed in the Cabo Chapel of the Raj Bhawan and is supposed to be seen emerging from the moonlit waves wearing only a pearl necklace.

persepolis

Sun, 13 Apr 2008 04:57:00 GMT

highly reccomended

vincent/starry starry night

Tue, 08 Apr 2008 08:15:39 GMT

Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
- Don McLean, Vincent (Starry Starry Night)

Vincent Van Gogh painted his ‘Starry Night’ in 1889 while in an Asylum at Saint-Remy.
Vince’s painting has affected millions. It is one of the best known images in modern culture.

Don McLean wrote Vincent in 1971 after reading a book about the life of artist Vincent Van Gogh. In the 1970s, the Van Gogh museum in Amsterdam played the song daily and a copy of the sheet music, together with a set of Van Gogh's paint brushes, is buried in a time capsule beneath the museum.

This post is a tribute to this lovely song.

Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.

Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.

For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.

Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will...

only fools rush in but i..

Tue, 01 Apr 2008 06:09:26 GMT

stupid stupid pigeons.

just as i got ready to go out from home a pigeon flew in the next room, hit the fan and dropped down bleeding and it died.

it was moving slightly and i stepped forward, saw blood coming out, then it went still.

i knew this pigeon, it was a frequent visitor, and didnt like it really, used to shoo it away, make faces at it, try to scare it away. just the last day it was on the window pane and i was like boo! it didnt budge, kept staring at me instead. was so close, could've touched it or shook hands with it. it was so intimidating that i acted like my intention was not to shoo it away. ha!

and now he/she is dead.

it's so strange that this reminds me how i mess with other people's minds so much and only after they are dead or gone, i realize how different i could have had been with them.

streaming glory

Sun, 30 Mar 2008 06:31:11 GMT

not the road to terabithia, but the thod to iserakonam. kooi!
location: stream behind my home, kerala