Monthly Archives: March 2008

Rock Shop Jargon!!

“Well” as I’ve said it before,I’ll tell you again, WELL is my favourite word to start anything.This was something that happened recently when Rik (Kevin Moore) Sen,Daniel(Steve Vai) Raju, Me and an anonymous person who doesn’t want to be named where having lunch in Daily Breads. For those who don’t know what Daily Breads is, its a restaurant in the Gourbet Avenue in Pondicherry.

Now Daniel, rik and me started discussing some new rating of top ten guitarists that I recently saw on some crappy site and the rating had Kirk Hammet at number 4, but names like Steve Vai,Paul Gilbert and Yngwie Malmsteen failed to appear. I felt deeply hurt(god knows for what reason) and was openly damning the site. The anon sitting next to me was surprised and was wondering who all these people were??

Now the three of us launched into a great discussion on the proper rating that must be drawn when it comes to guitarists. Unanimously( am not considering anon) Hendrix was  number 1. Now after much debate we  arrived at the conclusion that Satch was second and Vai and Petrucci shared a common third. Though Vai could play the guitar totally out of the world; Petrucci’s powress in the solos of the Dream theater numbers should not be forgotten.

But Daniel still wouldn’t agree. He brought up Ritchie Blakmore and that reminded me Steve Morse. Then the discussion turned to how Deep Purple would have fared if Satriani had continued in the band after his brief stint or should I say guest performance. I still personally wish he could have continued( damn the record commitment with Sony crap). Now who could forget Micheal Angelo?? The anon for sometime thought the conversation was coming back to sane grounds and started something about David and the Sinistine Chappel. You should have been there to see the look on his face when Dan said he meant the guy who invented the “over under technique.” The Great Debate was in no verge of ending. Who more could be added to the list??

Rik just then came to a should I say sane conclusion that ranking guitarists is next to impossible. By then all three of us had also discussed stuff like, whether the timing of Dream Theater in Stream Of Consciousness( Album : Train of thought (2003)) was better or  was it Take the Time( Album : Images and Words(1992)) ?? We had also thrown light on lyrics of Spirit of the Radio. The reggae part in the song had lyrics that are similar to Simon and Garfunkel’s “Sounds of Silence”.

Well now that I’ve come here. The Spirit of The Radio says

For the words of the profits were written on the studio wall
Concert hall
And echoes with the sounds of salesmen

And the sound of silence has lines that say

And the signs said, the words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.
And whispered in the sounds of silence.

Now we know why Neal Peart’s such a great lyricist apart from his drumming abilities.

This was going way too far for our anon gentleman who had silently heard the names and words he had never even dreamed about in his life. He suddenly made his presence felt by ordering the waiter to bring the bill. The other three of us realized that by now we had spoken for more than 3 hours about what I would later hear Mr.Anon call Bullshit. Mr.Anon told me that if the food had not been good and had he not been intently eating far more than his share he would have walked out in the first half an hour. Mr.Anon without us noticing had finished not only his 3 course meal but also had tasted whatever the others has ordered, no wonder that I felt hungry just after reaching home from lunch that day. What more can be said?? Never eat with rock maniacs if rock ain’t your cup of tea and even if you have to do so make sure you have company with you,else you will land up like our dear Mr.Anon here and listen about the greatness of things beyond your comprehension.

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Madagadipet the cosmopolitan town

Well.. I know its a bad thing but I always manage to start every para/blog/email with well. People who correspond with me regularly know that I’ve this habit

So well well well…. MADAGADIPET located at about 23Km from pondicherry its nearest small town and 11Km from villupuram on the NH45A. Mada as I have started it calling fondly is a great place to pass through.

The very first thing that you think when one waits in the busstand in sweltering heat is that why the hell are there no trees?? and why on earth is there an open drain just behind the busstand. Why does the briyani asshole who runs the shop throw the remains into the drain?? Ooops did i call it a drain somebody once told me it was an irrigation canal. The shops there don’t know what a dustbin is. Everything from beer bottles to top up cards find there way into the drain. Cleaning it is out of question. Then there would exist a very healthy mosquito free atmosphere. I almost forgot the chat bajji and all other knick knack shops that crop up in the banks of the drain in the evenings. Where do they throw there plastic plates?? The great drain takes it all

I was actually a very happy person the day the bus shelter came up in the busstand. But alas no use they are now used to tie goats on Tuesdays( the day the santhai opens). Now the bus shelter also serves another purpose. people can poop behind it even in day time without being seen. what a brilliant idea!!

The next thing I’m actually impressed with mada is the number of tailor shops. Last time u counted 7. And 5 of them where on the same road. 3 of them in the same mall.When I say mall here i mean one of those buildings whose staircases are used for people including students to smoke discreetly, and the staircases are what say a foot wide. I wonder if somebody as obelix says well covered wanted to climb what will they have to do? The malls also have a balcony for each shop in the top floors through which one can see the world below which one can also use as suicide points to jump into the great drain or the busy NH45A highway below.

Now another one fact one must always remember is that there exist as many as 4 internet browsing centers on the same goddamn road. All of them are owned by a young man whom the people around consider as a geek. These great men as i’ve noticed have the habit of pressing the break or the home key every time windows boots. what is the use??Ask them not me. Now all these internet centers have an average of 3 computers and 2 monitors that are just lying around. They don’t have CD burners nor can one print papers. All this is actually too much to ask from mada where the only shop that sells CDs charges you Rs12 for some goddamn local CD and Rs14 for a sony CD.

Well the worst part comes when you are trying to cross the road. there is one of those huge rountanas with an abstract pillar in the middle for vehicles to go round and round. Does anybody actually go around?? No!! why?? don’t ask me ask the great people.

Well apart from all this if u really want to know mada get into a villupuram bus after 10am so that u don’t get suffocated by the college crowd and get down. Take the lanes you will bump into an old temple. Come on a tuesday you are still in luck. Witness the typical cattle market of south india where everything is sold and taken back in tata aces!!

Madagadipet all the way!!!

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