My Composition..!

Its been long since I've posted anything in my blog.. The reason being- No Time.. I eventually found little time to compose and upload this song in my blog..

This is "My Version" of the song 'Hey There Delilah' by Plain White T's.. I loved this song the very first time i heard it.. Its a simple song with just a guitar and vocal, but yet so powerful.. Since the original song is with just one instrument, i wanted to listen to it a little different.. So i added some instruments to make it sound my way, and hence "My Version"..

Just to show the difference, I've pasted the link of the original track too (for the ones who haven't heard the song before!).. Hope you will like it.. Please leave your comments..



My Track: [Sajith_Hey There Delilah (My Version)]

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Original Track: [Plain White T's- Hey There Delilah]

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-S

Vaarnam Aayiram- Oh Shanthi Guitar Chords.!

*This is posted upon request*

Am-G
Nee endri naanum illai
Am-G
Yen kadhal poyyum illai
Dm-G- -G-Am- -C-
Vazhi engum undhan mugam thaan
Dm-G- -Em-Am- -F-C-
Vali kooda ingey sugam thaan


Am-G
Thodu vaanam sivandhu pogum
Am-G
Tholai thooram kurainthu pogum
Am-F-C-G
Karaigindra nodigalil naan nerungi vanthene
Am-G
Imai unnai piriya maaten
Am-G
thuli dhooram nagara maaten,
Am-F-C-G
Mugam paarka thavikiren yen iniya poongatrey


Dm-C-G
Oh shanti shanti oh shanti
Dm-C-G
Yen uyirai uyirai nee yendhi
Dm-C-G
Yen sendrai sendrai enai neengi
Dm-C-G-C
Naan vanthaen vanthaen unai thedi.. ohhh..


The chords are pretty much the same for the next stanza and chorus.. Enjoy..

Hell Calling.!

Hell Calling is a short film about a boy who smokes marijuana for the first time. The after-effect puts him in delusion and he starts to see, feel and do things that did not actually happen.

Directed and acted by my friend Raj Kumar who has won the Best Actor Award for his short film "Story Of My Library" from Rotary Club, East Coast. His film "Story Of My Library" has been screened in more than 6 International Film Fests. Hell Calling is his third short film. I scored music for this film :).


The movie starts with a guy buying marijuana from a drug dealer. He gets back home, mixes pot with tobacco, and smokes it. He suffers severe after-effect which scares him to death. He tries to do things (like hit on the wall, drink water from bubble top) just to make sure he is still alive. To reduce the activity of the drug, he takes bath which in turn produces more effect. He then takes a book and writes down the "effects of marijuana". Just to differentiate and to show what the boy feels, the director would've shown the boy's view in black and white screen and the actuality in color. By that, we see that the pen he uses to write down will have no ink in it, and also the book he uses to write the effects will have nothing written on it. The effect of the drug makes him feel hallucinated. He gets a call from hell (his phone displays 'Hell Calling..' as caller identity) and wonders what is happening to him. He tries to go back to think what he had done for its cause. Several images cross by and he gets an indefinite idea of what happened. He then attends the call and the movie ends, giving the rest to the audience.



Hell Calling:




Performed by: Raj Kumar.
Directed by: Raj Kumar.
Music by: Sajith.
Edited by: A.S.Dominic.
Produced by: Rajesh.




Please watch the film and leave your comments.



-S

My Composition..!

This is my new composition called "Kanshashka". Now you may wonder what Kanshashka means. Its just Kanda Shashti Kavasam. I just wanted it to sound different. This piece is a remix of Kanda Shahti Kavasam. I hope you will like it. Hear it and please leave your comments.



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-S

A Weird Day In My Life.!

4/5/09 was a weird day for me. The previous day, I was asked if I was coming to my maternal grandparents’ home which was in Tambaram. I said yes. But I was also said that I should have to drop by some other places before going to my grandparents’. I said yes to it too. It was me, my parents, my aunt (who came from Kerala to stay here till she feels like going back),an uncle (my neighbor), my grandma (paternal grandma), who went. We started at around 9. My father drove the car and it stopped nowhere until it reached Tambaram. I was not said where we were to actually “drop by”. The car took a left from the main road which led to a small street which again had so many other streets, like the branches of a Banyan tree, from which we reached at a place. My mother gave me a cynic look and told me to stay in car while they go and meet the person whom they are to meet. This was the “drop by” they meant. I said I cannot stay in car alone cuz that really irritates me, so I went along. We went into a house which had two floors; The person we were supposed to meet was on the first. There was a huge hall which had a sofa set to the left of the entrance. Left to the sofa set was a room which led to the toilet. We went inside to the hall and we were asked to be seated till he comes. I was wondering on who the “he” might be. I didn’t know. I thought we were in some distant relation’s place that I couldn’t recognize any of. Cuz they were talking Malayalam, which was my mother tongue. I was waiting for my parents to introduce me to the lady who asked us to be seated. But they didn’t. The lady was around 50 of age and was wearing saree and was quiet busy with her chores. I didn’t understand what work she had other than taking care of the guests. I was confused. We sat there for half hour. The lady was in the kitchen doing her household works and didn’t even care to come ask us for something to drink. Only then I realized they were not our relatives. I was sitting on the sofa which was to the immediate left of the entrance which showed the entire view of the hall. At the other end of the hall was a cot over which was a window which showed nothing but some houses far away. There was a television set to the right of the cot. There was a room next to the television which was the pooja room. To the left of the cot was a room which was the kitchen. To the right of me was a room which led to the toilet.


After half hour a man entered the room. He was around 60 of age. He was wearing a white shirt and white dhoti. He was very charming and energetic. He was clean shaved and was bald. He welcomed us and asked his wife to make some tea for us. That was when she realized that she had to make tea for guests who visit their home. We were served just tea, cuz I was expecting some biscuits with it. Maybe she didn’t bring biscuits cuz she was not ordered to bring them by the old man. The old man lifted one end of his dhoti, and with the other hand he trailed the hem of it till he reached the other end and made the two ends meet and tied it loosely, just below his waist, making his legs visible. We were having tea while the old man was looking at something outside the door, having his tea. After we had tea, he went inside the kitchen to keep the empty glasses while I took a brief look at what he was looking. Straight outside the entrance, there were steps which led down to a Tulasi plant which was planted on a little raised cement cube. It had triangle shaped cut at each side of the cube and the Tulasi was planted on top of it. I came back to my seat. The man came out from the kitchen and started talking about the history of Ramayana with no initial small talk. It was indistinct for someone to talk about the history of Ramayana to guests who knew anything about it to know its history and origin. Especially me. I looked askance at him as he droned about it. Then he shifted the topic to something else which I had no clue what it was. It was all myth. I had no clue where I am and why the hell I was there. I looked at my parents and they managed to hold a I-can-understand-what-the-hell-you-are-talking-about look at him. My aunt looked at me and smirked instantaneously. The man disappeared into the pooja room when I asked my mom what the hell was happening. She didn’t tell me and asked me to go be in the car till they come back. I said it was ok for me to be here rather than being there alone.


We were sitting like this- I was sitting in a sofa, which is for one person, which was placed at the immediate right to the entrance. Next to me was a sofa which holds three person in which my mom, my aunt and my grandma was sitting. Next to it was a sofa, like mine, in which my father was sitting. To the left of the entrance was a small dining table which had four chairs. One of them was now occupied by my uncle.


The old man came out from the pooja room and walked straight to my father and looked at him. “Everything will be ok” he said.

“What?” I said to myself.

“Everything will be ok. It would take few days for you to get on track. You don’t have to worry about anything. What has to happen, must happen. God is there with you” he said.

Only then I realized that he was a seer. My parents knew I would get mad if I was taken to places like this. ‘Oh, That’s why I was asked to stay in car’, I thought to myself. I hate these people- seers, ascetics and people of that kind. I gave a very bad look at my mom who gave me back a regretful look. My parents never used to believe people like this. Someone must have told something about this man which made them want to see him. But I just wanted to see what this man was up to. I controlled my anger and appeared calm to see what he was going to do. He went inside again and came out with a small plastic container which had some powder in it. He walked to my father, held the plastic bottle close to my father’s mouth while he was mumbling something. Must be a prayer. My father gave a what-am-I-supposed-to-do look. He told him to blow air inside the bottle. He did. He took the bottle went inside again and came out with a small tube. He placed the bottle on the dining table and filled half of it with a beige colored powder with the already containing powder. The he squeezed the tube over the bottle which oozed out a high viscous transparent liquid into the bottle. He closed the bottle tightly with its cap and placed it on a betel leaf and took it inside the room again. He came out and droned about his life and some facts which he related with the myth.


My father was then asked to come to the pooja room. He came back after a while. Then my aunt. Then my grandma. Everyone took turns. I was really bored with all what was happening, so I was playing Bounce in my mobile. After everyone had finished with their turns, it was finally mine. My mother was very concerned about my future more than myself. She asked him to foresee my future, and tell how my job and other things would be. I was not conscious of some of the acts he was doing while he was doing the “prophecy”. I was busy playing Bounce. My mom prodded me to look at the man who was standing in front of me. I took my eyes from my mobile to see him. He was looking at me. I gave him a what-do-you-want look. He guessed that I didn’t believe him. He pointed his finger to a showcase which had some memorabilia. I studied at them thoughtfully. And looked at him again. “Did you see that photo” he asked pointing at the photo I missed. “Ya” I lied. There were some 50 people in that picture standing in order, one behind the other, but were a little higher than the people in the front, just to get their faces clearly in the picture. There were four rows of them like that. He went close to it and pointed at a man and said “It was me. I was a member of the Director Of Education, Madras University. I know how students like you behave. I have handled so many students of your kind”. I looked at him without saying a word. I just kept looking with a what-the-hell look. He studied me for a while and looked outside the entrance at the Tulasi plant and mumbled something, which I apparently wasn’t able to hear. I kept looking at him. Still looking at the Tulasi plant, he raised his right hand and talked feebly like someone was actually there, right in front of him. He shook his head like someone said something and whistled. Yes. He whistled. He whistled for 10 seconds and looked at me.

“Everything is ok but for the way you look.” he said.

What the hell is wrong with my look? “I don’t understand” I said.

“You look very dull. Like you’ve lost something in your life. Young people like you need to have the spirit in ya’ll which should charm others. Which should make them feel to be like you. But you don’t seem happy. What is your problem ?”

What is your problem now ? I asked to myself. “I don’t have problems. This is how I normally look.”

“You shouldn’t be like this son. It’s bad. The glow that is supposed to be in young ones like you is missing. Don’t worry. Everything will be alright.”

Go to hell. I said. He looked out again at the Tulasi plant and raised his right hand with his palm visibly shown. He whistled at the Tulasi plant and smirked.
He looked at me and said “Ok son. Everything will be alright. In just three months you will get a job. A very good one. But by then you should change yourself. You shouldn’t look like you’re in deep melancholy. Be active. Be brave.”
Fuck you. I thought. “ok” I said. He went inside and brought a small clay-made hemispherical lamp which had a thread to hold the fire and filled with oil. The lamp was lit when he came out. Before he went to take the lamp, he made the two fans in the hall run at full speed. He came out with that lit lamp and walked across the hall and made his way to the entrance. He stopped at the entrance and said “I made the fan run at full speed cuz I want to see whether the light goes off. It didn’t. It’s a good omen.” He went outside and stepped down to that Tulasi pant and kept the lamp in one of the triangle cut of the raised cube over which the Tulasi was planted. He climbed back over and said “Come to the pooja room son. I need to talk to you”. I thought this guy is a mad man. I went to the pooja room. I was a little scared after seeing everything he had done. It was a little room which had a cot, over which I was asked to be seated. To my right was some 20 pictures of Hindu Gods framed and hung on the wall. Tiny colorful bulbs ran around the borders of the pictures and a devotional song was played from an electronic player which plays only the songs recorded on it. It was hung high on the wall for the sound to resonate through the entire room. He stood in front of me and looked at me. I felt little nervous, not only for I was with a mad man, but also the pictures and atmosphere in the room was little weird. He asked what my problem was. I said I have no problem and I’m as I usually am. He did the evil thing which scares me. He raised his right hand and this time, he was talking with the pictures framed which hung on the wall. That seriously scared the shit out of me. For one thing, that I shouldn’t play bad with him or snub him cuz he knows voodoo, which he might use on me if I tease him (I believed he would do it by the way he acted. It was fuckin’ weird). I was looking at him without blinking. He looked at one of the twenty Gods, which was the last by rows and columns, and he gave a sly look at it. Like a look given by someone when you joke with a hidden meaning and he manages to find what you actually meant. He winked at that picture and nodded as if “Is it? Is it?”. I was fuckin’ scared like I felt like running out from there. He was mad. He winked at a Hindu God and he was giving a sly look at it. He was becoming more insane as he talked with that picture. He then looked at me and laughed. I was out of immediate instinct to what has to be given in return to that smile. I just looked at him. “Don’t worry son. Everything is alright with you. Your future is good. Tell me a number between one to ten.”

“Seven” I said.

“Hmm. Ok. Tell me any four-legged animal”.

“Eh, Tiger.”

“Ok. Tell me any flower.”

“Hmm, Rose.”

“Good.”

He wrote it all in a book and did some calculation. He then gave the book to me and asked me to sign just below where he did his calculations. I signed. He said I don’t have to worry about anything and asked me to leave. I came out and gave everyone a bad tempered look and everyone knew I was mad. I sat where I was sitting. He went inside and disappeared for 5 minutes. He then came back with a shoe flower and two more flowers which was yellow with numerous numbers of small petals on it. The shoe flower had some burnt marks on the edge of its petals. He plucked one of its petals, mumbling some prayer and said “Eat it. The marks on the edge of the petals are the dirt in your heart. You should eat it to purify you”. How will eating dirt will purify something ? No logic. I had to eat it cuz my mom was pressing my hand hard which said- ‘Eat it for me’, when I had the petals in my hand. Like a fool, I ate those petals. It had five petals. I ate all five. I thought he would treat me like a donkey asking me to eat the other two flowers he had had in his hand and some more leaves and papers. But he said those flowers had to be kept near the Tulasi plant. Thank God.


We left to our grandma’s place soon after exiting from there. After our stay there for three hours, we returned back home. I tried to put everything up in front just to show how the picture was. How and what had really happened out there. And I think I was close. I am a kind of person who never believes in things like this. How accurately can someone predict your future more than yourself ? I thought he was to be a crystal gazer but he turned out to be a talking-to-invisible-people-with-his-right-hand-raised git. All what he did was funny to me but it might be a serious thing for people who earnestly seek him for their good will. He claims he can predict future. Is he God ? To my eyes, he just looked insane, more like a fool with no future. If he is so good in predicting future, why cant he foresee his future and make amends ? He can be a rich man. I have just three words for him- Get a life ! I will have to go to him again if I don’t get the “good” job that he said I would be getting. I would certainly tell him to go work for someone or do the households rather than doing a job like this. I don’t know his name. What do I name him ? ‘The man who predicts future and sucks at it’ ? I have no idea. Maybe ‘Loser’ suits him best. I made my mom promise that she would never go to people like this anymore. Or at least, not to take me with them !

Realization Of Pulchritude- The Radiant Art.!

After every exams, I used to shovel the question papers, and other stuffs i used to take for the exam, in my bag and bring it home, Only to realize that i have them there when i search for a book in my bag for the next exam. I used to put every question papers in a drawer in my closet. After years, i got to arrange my closet to eliminate unwanted stuffs from it. While i came across this drawer, there were some hundred question papers filling the drawer. I don't know whether you'd reminisce looking just at a question paper which you've tried to answer, but i would certainly do. Because never a question paper that was given to me will have nothing written on it unless its a university question paper. I used to write something just to while away the time allotted to finish the question paper. Im an average student. Well, for the record, I'm a bit below average who fight wars to contain a 67%. So its obvious for a guy like me to write shit on a paper given to me to answer according to the questions given on it. Sometimes i used to do the general thing- shade all the circles with a pencil/pen (the circles include the circles in the letters 'a', 'q','b','g' etc.) just to make the paper look funny or- interesting. If that gives some more time which might provoke me (which never usually happens unless i study) to write something, I would usually write funny poems or captions or one-liners (which takes time to think as well as to write the same!). My personal option would be to write something rather than shading letters. I sometimes cartoon small character which resemble resistors and capacitors in my Electronics related paper and characters which resemble monitor and CPU in my Computer Science related paper. Now you might think how i managed to maintain an awesome percentage of 67 doing stuffs that wouldn't help me get more than 50%. Well, Im trying to find it out how. Its a miracle, i guess. Coming to what i was telling, i was going though all my question papers which i happened to find in my drawer and was laughing out loud just to bottle up a pang that kept telling me at the back of my head that i would've written something that the miracle would work out to get me a 70%. But i was happy, To see how beautifully i scribbled in all my question papers, and how beautifully i shaded every letters that not a mark of my pencil went beyond the circle, and how beautifully my poems sounded, and how beautifully my question paper looked. I always write what affects me the most. And i write it instantaneously as my mind says. My personal favorite is: "You took me to heaven, and i saw what hell is. Girls are fake". And sometimes i used to write "The questions given in this paper is no way related to ECE or at least the subject" at the top of the paper, just below the "JAYA ENGINEERING COLLEGE" heading. I also found some interesting stuffs in that drawer. There was a sheet of paper (the paper which was usually given to write the answers) which had three columns with names neatly written one after the other in every column. It was the names of all the pop and rock bands i know and was neatly written one below the other with no repetition. I just thought how much time i would've wasted to write that (probably most of the time allotted to finish the paper) cuz it takes so much time to think all name of the bands, write them down, then when i think again of a band name i would have to check it with the already listed bands, etc. Wow, ask me how to kill time in an examination for which the answers for the questions asked were unknown (at least for you!).

I loved to write lyrics of some songs (which my friends have hardly known of) in a paper and show it to my friends for their comments, claiming that it was mine. Some would find that it wasn't mine and some wouldn't; and some would comment on it. But eventually after any of the above cases, i would say that it wasn't mine. You might think what a sick job i've been doing when the class was going on. But it would be just wonderful to see the ones who comment for the lyrics written by some popular pop or rock artist. But i sometimes used to write something on my own. Some lyrics of just some random thoughts. I would get good comments or some turn out to be the sleuth and claims its not mine. Funny, either i plagiarize or truly wrote it.

When i was going through my 'question paper art' which took me to the good old days, i found a sheet of paper in which was written a poem- or so-called "poem". I dont remember who would have written it cuz there was no name. And am not that good in finding out who it could be just by looking at the handwriting. He probably would've got inspired to write this from.. well.. I don't have a clue. It goes like this (just as written):

"Whenever I feel, Im alone
I'l be thinking about you my dear
All the nights Im dreaming about you my dear
While Im walking,
While Im talking,
While Im bathing,
While Im ......?
I'll be thinking about you my dear
This is how the days of my life, have passed away
And that's how i came to know love is a sweet poison.

I can see your face on my book pages.
I'll be hugging and kissing my book pages.
The pages becomes wet, you are the reason for that
I don't want to blame you for that
But i want you to pay me, for the loss of my days.

It would be nice, If you are by the side of me
all the nights
No visa, no passport. I'll take you to heaven.
The doors are always open for someone like us my dear.
This is how i scribble versus on thinking about you my dear.
That may be the curses from God of love.
Whenever I feel, Im alone.
I'll be thinking about you my dear.. my dear.. my dear.. my dear.."

There was no name for this poem but i presume it to be "My dear". I liked it for what he tried to say, fighting my laughter. I wanted to share this with someone. So im putting it in my blog.

All my question papers are in my dustbin now. But it helped me take myself to the examination hall, seeing myself write shit on my question paper, never attempting to ask unknown answers to the person next to me, and the person next to me never attempting to ask anything to me for he would've known im either busy writing poems and one-liners or that i will have the faintest clue of what the answer might be. Reminiscing and repent the days simultaneously, for that miracle which would've got me a 70%. I hope another post would come up soon, as soon as i know where my answer sheets are stacked.!

B-O-R-E-D.!

Im really bored now. So bored that im writing a post. For no reason. Nothing. Really nothing. I don't know what to write. But still im writing. My computer has gone dead. So you may wonder how i got to write this. I have cousins. And they have laptops. Its been two weeks since my computer went dead. What would i have done if my computer was ok? Man, i wouldve watched loads and loads of movies, compose songs, listen to Rahman songs, sit in front of it with an open Orkut page and wait for a scrap, read blogs and post some funny comment, play games, do shit! I wouldnt have bought three novels if it hadnt been for my computer's temporary death. Three novels. Rs.60 each. Man, i spent 180 bucks. I read two books already. And im with the thrid one. A little thicker than the two. My brother takes the CPU to his friend's home to get the problem fixed. While i'll be at home, with this thicker book in hand, flipping each page, with a thought that he'd come with a no-problem CPU. But in vain. ok. To while away time, i went out with my friend. We went to three different places, which were at three different places, each very far from the other. Now you might think that for sure the friend must have been a girl. No. Its a guy. He has the same wavelength as i have. And even he was as bored as i was. Now. To kill time for at least 15mins, i write this. Now if even u were to kill time, I think i helped you kill 5mins in reading this. If you think i've wasted your time, then GO TO HELL.!

My Composition..!

My new comp.. I've named it "Sound of South" cuz that's what it sounded to me like.. I've used synthesized sounds of Mridhangam, Gottuvadhyam, Morsing etc which was all tuned using software to get its tone (Not the actual instrument though!) and some strings, flute and damped keys.. This is just a 2:21min track.. Hear it and leave your comments.. [Software Used: FL 8]



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Condolence.

Yesterday, After passing the afternoon dozing, I woke up at at around 5:30 to hear a very bad news. That my class mate Vijay Saravanan's father passed away. I couldn't go over to his place to see the body right away. Instead, i prayed for him during my evening prayer. Today, Me and some of my friends went to be with him until the body was taken. I take this little space for my condolence. Let the eternal rest grant unto him and let perpetual light shine upon him. May his soul rest in peace. And i pray God to give Vijay enough strength to overcome the loss.

Rule of the world.!

"This is the rule of the world today
As it has ever been

The world bestows its smile on those
Who have the strength to win

Beneath all outward semblances
It looks for merit true,

It little cares how much you know
But asks what can you do?"

- ??

Desirous.!

People have desires. Each and every single human in the world have desires. Desires that some wanting for so long. It takes different shapes. According to me, its only of two- Ominous and Divine. When someone wants to achieve his desire, their endurance can shatter any barriers on its way. Human intentions are so strong that it would make us do anything for it. When desires are conventionally restricted to certain limits, we call it- Culture. I believe, 'Desire' and 'Culture' are two contrary words, well, in most of the ways. The things one crave to get is often restricted under the cloak of 'Culture'. Yet, its always the hidden human desires that dehisce to show its true form, which is often far away from the borders of culture. Yes. By some way or the other, everyone's manifestation asserts that they crave for sexual desire. It cannot be accepted when a person says that he never had sexual intentions in his life. You will look ugly in that person's eyes, when he can read your mind, when he can see what is on your mind very clearly. We always feel its awesome when we have the power to break in a person's mind. Its true that you'd hate him the very next moment after you see whats on his mind.

People have a lot of cruel intentions. Its that they dont overtly show it. When a person falls for an opposite sex, he will have zillions of cruel thoughts running in parallel in his mind. He tries to control his mind that he should never change the track. After all, mind is the most powerful thing in the world- You have it in you, and you dont know where it is.

When the word 'desire' is commonly said, it has got lots of meaning. I searched for its meaning in my dictionary and it showed- 1. unsatisfied longing or wish; 2. sexual appetite. By 'unsatisfied longing', one would think its something related to sex when it has thousands of other meanings. Well, i initially thought it has got something to do with sex. That was my instinct. Only then my mind shifted to search for other meanings. That doesn't mean that i always get all exited when i hear a sexual innuendo. That is what strikes one's mind when 'desire', 'unsatisfied', 'longing' comes together. After all we are human. And as i said, we have hidden desires that we conceal, that only you know how dark it is in. The more the shade of your mysterious archive comes to light, the more you become sombre.

Every human have cruel intentions. When these intentions pile up, they pave way for cruel desires. Desires that will make you do anything. It controls you untill you bring them under your control. As i said, desire have several forms, but the most of it are often cruel. I believe that every human is an artist. Camouflaging their ominous desires that one always have and presenting a counterfeiting structure. A structure that will do the opposite of one's desire. Its better to be in disguise than showing our real selves. Desire- 'You will look ugly in that person's eyes, when he can read your mind'..

My Journey Of Life.. !

I tried to turn back to see how long I've walked. It was long. Very long that the road faded in the dark. I've crossed so many things and i've fought so many obstacles. I've jumped when there were ditches, and pushed aside things that'd hurt me. I felt I've chosen a wrong path when I'm half way down the road. I thought I'm on a road in which I'm not supposed to be. I was wrong. The only difference is that- I would've been a little more better than what I am now if I had chosen the other road.

When i started off with with my journey, there were labyrinth of roads ahead from which i was made to walk on a road i don't belong. I thought I'm gonna land in a much more competitive destination. So competitive that you may need to lose things you more possess. Now I've almost crossed half way down my road and still have no clue where it leads. I would have to devise each and every step of my walk to reach my destination. Or 'a' destination.

I walk with a trust that the trees, that adorns the road on both sides, would help me give shade when I'm tired. I was wrong. I thought all the sign boards were true. I was wrong. I thought there would be light when I walk in the dark. I was wrong. And then I realized I should be myself if I have to reach where I'm supposed to reach. It is better to be you rather than trying to be like someone else. I should believe in myself instead of stretching my hand for help.

I've learnt things that made me wonder, and sometimes surprise. I've seen the impossible happen. I've seen the blue skies turn dark. I've seen rainbows with more than seven colors. Everything I believed was deceiving, and more deceiving as I walked down on my way. The bewildered foggy roads threatened me when I made each step. I feared my next step would be on a ditch. One wouldn't be knowing that it was a ditch cuz it was covered beautifully with leaves and flowers from deciduous trees. Ditches that attracts you. You get closer to it without realizing what it really is. I didn't believe it was a burrow of wretchedness when people said it was one. I came to knew it, only when I'm in it. My journey would've ended when i had still been in the ditch waiting for someone to help me come out. Everyone who crossed by the ditch knew someone is struggling, fighting for relief, so wanted to come out. But no one helped, or wanted to help. I put myself hard enough to climb up and resume my journey. Of course I got hurt. But that didn't stop me.

I don't know where my road leads. I should find the right road that lead me to the right destination. It is hard when you have to choose a road from hundreds of road that divide from the one on which you are standing. It would have always been better if had chosen the 'other road'. You always feel you could have chosen the other road, that you believe would've taken you to where you want to be, when you are already on it. I've learnt that there should be no turning back. Time dies, but it sometime kills too. You never know you are wasting time regretting on the time you've lost. When you start to realize, you are left with less time to cross the river before the water starts to flow faster.

I believe the road I'm on would take me to where I'm supposed to be. Where I like to be. 'Faith' is the only map that i have. And I believe it takes me to the right place. I believe. My journey would never end until then..

Chennai- Cochin- Munnar- Athirampally tour..!

20-3-2009:

-> Deparute for Coimbatore by Intercity Express at 2:00pm. Had fun in train. Had more
fun with girls who traveled with us in the abreast compartments. By 'fun' i just meant the howling and hoy we threw at each other. Our pastime were nothing but cards, lurking and footling confabulations. [Chennai to Coimbatore- 497kms; Travel duration: 8hrs approx.]
-> Reached Coimbatore at 10pm. Had food in a hotel opposite to the station. Our next
train to Ernakulam was scheduled to be at 2am. We had some time to meander in the roads of Coimbatore.
-> Train to Ernakulam was at the station on time. Took a snooze and got up before we
reach Ernakulam. It was at 6am the next day when we reached Ernakulam and we were
taken to hotel Shalimar Residency by Subash, who joined us there. [Coimbatore to
Ernakulam- 206kms; Travel duration: 3 and half hours approx.]

21-3-2009:
->At nearly 8am, Everyone bathed and got ready to wander. We went to a nearby
temple and took some pics. At 9:45am, we started on our way for sight seeing. At
10am, we reached Ferry Boating. We were taken to two islands which had two
important sites- St. Francis Church and an Archaeological Museum. We also saw the
Chinese Fishing Net, which is very famous in Cochin. Tripunithura Palace is where we
stopped next. It was beautiful. Before leaving for our hotel we went to Chottanikkara
Temple. At 5:30pm, we returned to our hotel after having our lunch on the way. It was
hot as hell in Ernakulam and we were drenching in sweat.
-> That night, at the hotel, we got to know that students from SMC have come for a
tour and staying in the same hotel where we stay. Soon it bruit about among us. Had
fun lurking about for girls and some more fun.

22-3-2009:
-> At 6:30am, we depart for Munnar by bus. It was a tiring 4 and half hours travel. On the way, we took pics at Rajamalai. The roads of Munnar were simpy awesome.
Munnar was never less of a heaven. We reached S.N Hotel at 10:45am. The hotel was
awe-inspiring and was very neat. There was no fan since its very cold up there. It was 17*C at 12 noon and less than 10*C in the night. I think only me and Guru bathed. The rest did'nt cuz the water was so cold that it'd numb your skin.
-> By 1:30pm, we started on our way for sight seeing. The ghat roads en route was simply dreadful.
-> By 2:00pm, we reached some place where they take you on elephants for a ride. It was too coslty to go for a ride on them, so we took pics with the elephants.
-> In another half an hour, we were at the Echo Point. Everyone howled their names
and all we got was a meek echo. There was boating too, but we had less time to go for a ride.
-> At 3:15pm, we went to Kundala Dam. There was boating and everyone gave it a shot
except me. The entire place was picturesque. The place serves as a reason to leave no memory space in your camera.
-> We came back to the hotel at 7pm after shopping some spices, home-made
chocolates and tea powder, for which Munnar is famous.
-> At 8:15pm, we had lunch in S.N restaurant, very close to our hotel. We had to eat
early cuz all the shops will be closed by 9pm.
-> We started out for a walk at 9pm. It was fun cuz it was pitch dark and i was carrying a torch that helped us show way. It was so cold that the words coming out of our mouth turned to smoke in the cold air. We went few kilometers and came back cuz of Prakash who got scared cuz of the dark roads that were ahead of us. It was 10:20pm when we reached our hotel.
-> We slept a little early, were others were paying cards untill they fell asleep.

23-3-2009:
-> Got up at 6:15am cuz we had to leave for Athirampally early. By 8:00am, we
checked out of the hotel and left. We stopped on the way near a tea estate to take some pics. By 3:30pm, we reached the Athirampally falls after 7hrs journey by bus. We had lunch on the way. [A humorous incident happened at the hotel. Me and Shanmugasundaram had a burger and a sandwich which we thought might help us on a journey that goes 15kms high altitude. All the Brahmin guys said they wont have lunch in 'Veg and Non-Veg' hotels. They needed pure Veg hotels. Me and Shanmgasundaram, after having our burger, waited in the bus. The rest went to a hotel which was some few mts away from the hotel from where we had our lunch. They had ordered for Veg Biryani. While eating, Santhanam found two dead cockroaches in it. The funny part is, he had put the dead cockroaches aside and continued eating his food. And then he found a worm in it. Only then he realized that the food has gone bad. He complained and they canceled all their orders].
-> We got a news that actor Jayam Ravi has come for a movie shooting in
Athirampally. I dont know how far that was true. Or even true. We never saw him.
Took many pics there. The place looks beautiful but one has to be very very careful near Athirampally falls. Cuz the rocks were very slippery and was in no good shape. I got slipped once, but managed to climb up with no injuries. Ram Kumar and Yugasirpi got hurt when tried to move from one rock to the other. The rocks were sinister and
scared the hell out of everyone. Soon after we got off the water, it started raining. It was beautiful.
-> By 5:30pm we left the place and reached Trichur station at 7pm. Trivandrum Express was scheduled to be at the station by 11:10pm. It was on time. Me and Paramesh shared a lot of things in train and slept a while later. I got up the next morning at 5:30am. After everyone was astir, we played cards again. There were some northies traveled with us in the same train but in S7 compartment (we were in S9), so we had to go there to feed our eyes.
-> We thought the train wouldn't stop at Perambur, but it did. Not at the station, but before the station that we had to jump off the train. It reached Perambur at 9:45am. I reached home at 10:00am, on 24.03.2009. [Trissur to Chennai- 628kms; Travel duration: 10 and half hrs approx.]

I am a Keralite, but i don't used to go to Kerala very often. Im more of a Chennaite than Keralite. I love Kerala for the place itself, beautiful girls and eye-catching houses. All three are stupendous in its kind.

Yes, it was a very normal tour cuz i've been to Kerala so many times since its my hometown. But its always special when with friends. The more the friends, the more the enjoyment. We were 23, and it was rockin'. I never know if we get to go for a tour like this again. But if we do, i'l be the first on the list for sure.!

Connections- Mann Chandre karaoke..!

This is the karaoke of the song 'Mann Chandre' from Rahman's "Connections". Like Manmohini Moore (Yuvvraj), even this song chivvied me to compose a karaoke for it. I heard it so many times that i was able to find some of the instruments Rahman have used in this song. Its not very easy to find the instruments in a Rahman's composition (I think all the instruments i've guessed were right!). The singers of this song were Sukhwinder Singh and Shraddha Pandit. Rahman's made a good choice of singers (like he usually does!). I loved it the first time i heard it. After all, its a Rahman's composition.!
I hope this karaoke will fall very close to the original track. Hope you will like it. [Software Used: FL 8]
Dhanyavad.!

Click here to download.


Please leave your comments..!

Rahman Made History..!

Yes. He made history. He made the whole India feel proud. Being the fourth Indian to win the precious Oscars (First was Bhanu Athaiya for the movie "Gandhi" in 1982 in the Best Costume Design category, Second was Bengali filmmaker Satyajit Ray in 1992, Third was Resul Pookutty in Best film sound mixing category in 2009, just before Rahman), He also holds the record of the First Indian to ever win two Oscars.

I, like billion other fans of Rahman, wished him luck and prayed for him to win the most coveted Oscars. It was said that the results were to be announced on 22nd. Yesterday, I was at my friend's place, curious to know when the Oscars results will be announced. From the news channel, it was confirmed that the Oscars will be telecasted live on Star Movies exclusively. We (school mates) had a small get together meet at my friend's place but wretchedly we had no source to know about the Oscars cuz we had no TV in his room. If we had to watch the TV, we would have to wake up his parents who were sleeping in his house down stairs (Actually it was two floors where we took the top). I was then informed by my friends that the Oscars will be telecasted tomorrow morning at 6 30 am. We all went to bed sooner than we supposed to, just to save some energy to watch the Oscars live.

Rahman's 'Jai Ho' and 'O Saya' were nominated for the Best Original Song and he was also nominated for the Best Original Score. Every single Indian wished Rahman to win atleast one Oscar. Even me. I never thought he'd win one for the Original Score. When the results for the Best Original Score was announced, I jumped off the couch and whistled so loud that all my neighbours came running to see what happened. I believe it would have been a reaction given by everyone who was watching the Oscars live. Even for a person who was not a fan of Rahman, would have become his fan by the speech he gave with the award in his hand. He was so humble, unprejudiced. The best part was that, even at the Oscars he uttered the most used line by him in tamil "Ellam Pugazhum Iraivanukke". Soon after recieving the Oscar for the Best Original Score, he also won another Oscar for the Best Original Song 'Jai Ho'. But before the results for original score were announced, he performed 'O saya' and also performed 'Jai Ho' soon after 'Down To Earth' by singer John Legend. While Rahman was singing 'Jai Ho', John Legend joined with him singing 'Down To Earth' and the combo was really good. While recieving the award he said "All my life i've had choice of hate and love, and chose love, and im here. God bless". Again i drew all my neighbours attention by whistling with all my breath.



Rahman has etched his name on the walls of Indian history. Histroy that Indians wished to happen for a long time. Rahman made it happen.

There was also another Indian who won the Oscars before Rahman recieved his- Resul Pookutty for Sound Mixing. In the order by which the Oscars were announced, he was the thrid Indian to receive an Oscar. He was equally previliged even though he was one among the three (the other two who recieved the award along with him were Ian taap, Richard pryke) who won the award.

I personally feel that this was not Rahman's best composition. He has done many outstanding compositions which was not globally recognized. I wonder what would Rahman get if all his songs were put to light at the International grounds. After the winning of 2 Oscar awards, im sure that he will be Globaly recognized and has a favourable chance to write scores for more International movies and to win more Oscars.

Today was a great day for India and for all Rahman fans. I felt very happy for Rahman as if he were my own brother. Kudos to Rahman. I wish him more and more success in future. Jai Ho.

Bigger than big.!

It was in the music competition that happened yesterday in my college in which we won prizes and more. I didnt expect that we'd win. But eventually we won first prize. The judges were two musicians from Laxman Shruthi, a famous orchestra. The first prize didnt impress me at all. I was put to feel more than 'impress' when the judges asked the audience to give us a standing ovation for our performance. We did a melange of songs. We did three songs in which the first one happened to be thala's (A.R.Rahman's) Vellai Pookal (Roja). I did the guitar strumming well that it sounded good. And i knew it was good from the response i got from the crowd. Next was Nenjukkul Peydhidum from Varnam Ayiram. I am pretty thorough with the chords and stumming of that song cuz when you search for Nenjukkul chords in Google, the chords which i posted in my blog comes first (Wow.! Worked hard on it though). So i was pretty good in re-creating the original guitaring. That brought me a good round of applause from the audience. Next was again thala's Mana Madhurai (Minsara Kanavu). For this song i played the bass guitar with which i think i did well (Cuz im not that good with the bass guitar. But since i wanted to sound professional, i took notes the previous day by listening to the track keenly and practiced much with it). Even this sounded a little good.



When to tell about my performance, i would say i managed to convince the crowd with my guitaring. As a team leader, when to tell about my team mates, they were really good at that particular time period ie., on stage. We had a good set of keyboards (Korg O1W) and good guitars and drums. Everyone did their role well and knew when to do what.



After the performance, we were told to wait on the stage cuz the judges wants to talk something. They lauded us for our performance and also said we sounded professional. And then came the big thing- a standing ovation. It was flattering when every single person whole heartedly stood up and applauded. We have won plaudits for half the cultural competitions we have participated in (Cuz some of them were really competitive), but this one was/is very special. I was glad.

Though the program was not that big enough (after all its our college's!), we managed to get good comments from people who knows music better. The one thing (actually many) i hate with my college is that they are still old fashioned. The high level management have to update themselves with the recent cultural trends. They run college with a bunch of lowbrows that the college still sticks to the old times. The way an event is organised is totally immature (a hard word though!). Even when it is students who has to organize the events, they are pulled back by the management so that they wont get into (or atleast touch the borders of) a 'real organised event'.


Team Mates: Arjun, Priya, Saranya, Vijay, Rekha (Singers), Me (Guitars), Vinod (Drums), Anurag (Keyboard).(This is my new team. My old team was best where this one was better.)

After all, yesterday was a great day. Had fun. Lurked about and ogled at girls (Not from our college. The frumpiest can be seen in our college.!). Had a great time. And do you know what.? My college princiapl wanted us to perform for half an hour in our Annual Day function. I think that is going to be something our college have never seen before. Cuz its always 30mins of fun (that includes dance, light music, other events etc.) and 3hrs of speech (chief guests, principal, and the someones who sit abreast to the chairman on stage). And thats why we always have students stay at home rather than coming to college on our "Grand Annual Day" function. This time, it would be fun to guess!

The Dissembling of Humankind..!

..The golden shades of dusk fell on his body adding more picture while he was organizing his memories. Standing on just a piece of concrete of breadth not even the length of his foot, he was fighting the wind to balance himself against the gravitational pull. Tears were chill due to the wind and directs its flow to his ears. Sorrow and conscience pulled him back to stay, untill he made his final act of his life. He was confused. Controlling the balance and his emotions his thoughts goes back to his happy times. Happy times which faded like his tears, even before realizing the true happiness of it. Despaired of ever getting back to his life again, his contempt for himself, made him to become what he is now, right now. Before he takes his step, he wondered how could his life be so miserable. He never wanted to be the way they wanted him to be. But he had to. He had no options or choices but to obey. He shouted at the stars, which he was told by his mother that every single star has his mother's love for him. He now believed that his mother was watching him from above, behind the blanket of silver dotted love, with tears in her eyes, wanting him to get to her. He closed his eyes for the last time and pictured heaven, as he believed he would go there where his mom is. He assumed he never had any other relations other than his mom. He had defeated the lion hearted, devoured the incompetents. Yet he is not successfull. Now, as he could see the eagles fly right in front of him in a cirlce, he thought they were there for him. He gave a beatific smile that he had never given ever in his life before, he streched his arms wide and did his final act of his life- taking one step further. He felt his gut on his back. The rush of wind smothered him. With his arms wide open, he felt he was God. He turned his head to sides to inhale some oxygen but in vain. Ironically, He never needed oxygen then. He observed the looming earth. Earth was what he thought it was. The distance between the ground and his feet was extensive. He pictured the prospects of himself in a couple of seconds, Yet relished his final few seconds. With his hands and legs spreaded, he maintained to stay in one direction of the fall, with heads facing the ground. As he observed the gradual increase in size, of which, a few minutes back seemed to him as tiny humans, he knew what he was going to become. The precipitaion of his identity into someone loathsome, someone whom he never wanted to become. The someone people never wanted to see or flinched after seeing. The body which gained force twice the gravitaional pull, hit the surface as hard as rock. Bounced back to a certain height against the gravitation due to ginormous force with which it fell. The fall formed a circle of dust around him brushing it away from him radially. At the first hit, he felt a thundering shock wave passing through his arms, dislocating his shoulders from its sockets, when he ignorantly tried to protect his body from hitting the ground. That was his instinct. Before his second hit, a few meters above the ground, almost every brain cells died, his face was twisted such that even his close ones will not be able to identify him. At the second hit, which was less intense, a puddle of blood hid most part of his face. Most of the bones were visible, which apparently were not white but were red with pieces of flesh still sticking. He appeared more chronic under the neon lights of the streets. The dry shades of his tears were now mixed with traces of blood. With a final death rattle, his eyes closed with a last drop of tear that stayed at the corner of his eyes. His life faded as did his heart beat.

Next morning, A newspaper, which took the part of a calling bell, flew hitting a door. A young lad opened the door with a coffee in one hand and took the newspaper with the other. He squinted at the headlines which read "Terrorist Committed Suicide".

Happy Bithday Rahman..! You're the Man of the World..!

Today, the 6th of January, is the birthday of India's most notable music composer A.R.Rahman.. My admiration and love for Rahman is echt and can be measured to the length equal to the stretch of the blue sky.. I always wonder how he composes songs that eventually becomes a hit.. Does he have any magical powers.? Like when he stike the keys of his piano with his dextorous fingers, music conjures up that gives him unfailling sucess..? World knows he is a hard worker.. But still.. And for a person to be so highly admired, respected, envied, how could he yet be so humble and differential.? Personalities who have achieved nothing close to Rahman, make excessive claim to what they do, or what they are, or what they've become, show off shit.. But how could Rahman, after achievng so much in life, be so down-to-earth.? Not only his amicable charater that helped him fight through wars, his talent that had been revealed to the world with his first movie Roja.. His way of compositions are unique and easily adored by listeners of all age.. Let his legendary musical works continue to give birth to lot of hit songs to which, we fans, are looking forward to..

On his 43rd Birthday, I would like to wish him my hearty wishes on his birthday through my blog..


"HAPPY BIRTHDAY THALA..!"


I wish him more success and prosperity in his life.. Awaiting for his future hits..
'Rahman.. Magnificient you.. India is proud of you!'