The Next Step To Tranquility

Raag Gaud Sarang.

Performed by Pundit Bhimsen Joshi. I found myself swaying like a blade of grass in the wind as Punditji's chaste, omnipotent voice wove a mood of absolute bliss. The raaga is astoundingly soothing and it sets a perfect environment for a complete aural experience. I urge you to sample it here.

I Miss You. I wish You Were With Us.

Dearest Pabamam,

You gave me so much, taught me so many things. I want to thank you, but you are not with me any more. Today's your birthday. Wherever you are, I hope you are at peace and smiling. Wish you many many happy returns of the Day. Thank you for everything. We miss you. Immensely.

SlightLy WickED TechNoLogy.

Blu-ray, also known as Blu-ray Disc (BD), is the name of a next-generation optical disc format jointly developed by the Blu-ray Disc Association (BDA), a group of the world's leading consumer electronics, personal computer and media manufacturersThe format was developed to enable recording, rewriting and playback of high-definition video (HD), as well as storing large amounts of data. The format offers more than five times the storage capacity of traditional DVDs and can hold up to 25GB on a single-layer disc and 50GB on a dual-layer disc. This extra capacity combined with the use of advanced video and audio codecs will offer consumers an unprecedented HD experience.

While current optical disc technologies such as DVD, DVD±R, DVD±RW, and DVD-RAM rely on a red laser to read and write data, the new format uses a blue-violet laser instead, hence the name Blu-ray. Despite the different type of lasers used, Blu-ray products can easily be made backwards compatible with CDs and DVDs through the use of a BD/DVD/CD compatible optical pickup unit. The benefit of using a blue-violet laser (405nm) is that it has a shorter wavelength than a red laser (650nm), which makes it possible to focus the laser spot with even greater precision. This allows data to be packed more tightly and stored in less space, so it's possible to fit more data on the disc even though it's the same size as a CD/DVD. This together with the change of numerical aperture to 0.85 is what enables Blu-ray Discs to hold 25GB/50GB.

(Source: http://www.blu-ray.com/info)

Open Hands For Jaded Wings

I. An Ode To The Emptiness
II.Summer Tune For A Rainy Day
He spread his tired wings and leaped. The dirt trailed off his bruised nails in slow uncanny patterns as the mist navigated its aimless descent. The bruises were a faint memory of the cell's cold lifeless walls which he clawed seeking freedom as he longed for her company. The edge of the crisp morning wind guided his flight as he circled the skies and squinted hard to look into the sun. His feathers rustled like little crumpled strips of paper dancing to the tunes of a stormy day. He was one with the fourth element. He took one long, deep breath as the morning breeze filled his lungs. This was his moment of glory. Absolute freedom, unparalleled reality! It took him a few minutes to contain the unchained joy that clenched his heart as it throbbed in the throes of freedom. Although memories of the beauty haunted this very moribund aching heart, it felt right. Melancholy, they say is bittersweet. To him it sparked rare flavors that made him click his tongue and stifle a cry. His palms were open, facing down, fingers caressing the gentle wind while his thoughts reminisced the longing for her touch.

Her beauty, her divine form were etched into his memory as if it were worked on with his own hands. He didn't have the precision or the grace of a mason. Yet the memories were distinct; the dexterity to work with his otherwise bitter hands drawn from passion. As the wind cupped his face, it reminded him of her locks trembling over her moonlit face in the gentle breeze. She would gently kneel and pick flowers with her long fingers and twirl them as her eyes lit up with joy. She always wore white; she was an angel, maybe even his very desire to survive. A beaded red necklace embraced her softly like a child embraces its mother. The bars of the little window in his cell had marks of his frail hands, his benign misery. Now he had parted from the enclosure that had caged him for what seemed like all eternity. As he passed over a gentle, the water glistened in his gaze as the wind churned the beckoning seas. The skies unfolded colors that he had never imagined as he inched closer to the stratosphere. There was nothing to look forward to, nothing to regret. As the warmth from the sun engulfed his frail body, he could feel a sense of loss; was this how Icarus felt on his flight? His wings melting in the warm sunlight as he approached it, feeling complete. This was no story, this was reality.

The light was blinding. Yet it felt like the two crossing rainbows, 'the point of unity is where she dwells', he thought to himself. His wings grew warmer as the wind ruffled each feather. The talons shimmered like blazing flames that try to reach and lick the wind that sways them into this ecstatic dance. His shoulder grew heavier, his eyes watery from the single most powerful source that radiated the very life giving element. The open hand started to curl inwards and the bloom of a clenched fist drew its first marks across frayed veins. The blood pumped as though a million bulls were raging in each of his vein at the very onset of this last battle for life. The wind grew stronger opening it's now angry jaws to swallow this being that had set out to antagonize its frontal surge. His eyes gleamed like embers in the sunlight. Thus began the final descent; the fall unto the very chasm that he had tried to tear away from.

Mera Bharat Mahaan.

Ho Gaye ek.

Ban Gayi Taaqat.

Ban Gayi Himmat.

(Photos: TimesOfIndia.com)

Tuesday July Eleventh, Two Thousand Six

Why?

Metal Still RuLZ. Believe the Hype.

Thats me with Robert Trujillo. Bassist for METALLI-'f**kin'-CA!
@ SouPlantations!?!

MECHANIZED Salvation. How Does It Feel?

I saw them live tonight. My first NIN concert in spite of being a fan for over 12 years. I've never seen anything more spectacular, honest and full of power. Highly creative visuals, loud and full of angst. Trent Reznor is a genius. A long, two hour setlist with Bauhaus opening for the Nails. Kicking off with Somewhat Damaged... The surprise of the show was Peter Murphy coming out and performing The Final Solution with the NIN crew. It is hard to explain the ecstasy of sixteen thousand fans chanting "I never was a part of you... Burn!"The best live show. Ever. Everything else is a lie.

Here We Are Now. Entertain Us.

Shane and Me at the Verizon Wireless Amphitheater, Irvine, California. To See Nine Inch Nails. Friday,July 07th 2006. 200 2hrs.

Thank You Syd.

January Sixth, Nineteen Forty Six ~ July Seventh, Two Thousand Six.

Hey Eugene
This is Henry McClean
And I've finished my beautiful flying machine
And I'm ringing to say
That I'm leaving and maybe
You'd like to fly with me
And hide with me, baby

Jumps into his cosmic flyer
pulls his plastic collar higher
Light the fuse and stand right back

He cried
This is my last goodbye
Point me at the sky and let it fly

And if you survive till two thousand and five
I hope you're exceedingly thin
For if you are stout you will have to breathe out
While the people around you breathe in..............

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Just added more stuff from the car show last year. Lost more to come....

This Is An Aural Haunting

I discovered Peter Murphy today. His music is very dark and enchanting. Murphy sounds like an aging, weary vampire seeking his lost love while drowning in his lust for that last drop of salvation. Yet, his music is inspiring, his voice a soothing wave of gothic and industrial blend. No wonder he's called the godfather of goth. With sharp guitar licks, some keyboards wreaking havoc, lyrics that make you feel helpless and dark vocals, this album will grow on you. If you're discovering synth or a fan of groups like Depeche Mode, Wolfsheim or Bauhaus, Murphy's for you. Try him.

Awesome!

We're Not Giving In. We're Moving On.

Seven thousand hits and counting. I think three of those are my own, four thousand were accidental and the other one thousand were intential. Mere quirk of fate.