Somewhere Me

I wake up feeling lost and empty
Something tugging at my heart... an incompleteness
Fear of the unknown, worry of the known, dread of the sure .... all loom over me
Teetering on the brink of sanity I search for me, somewhere

CURLY FRIZZY UNRULY

CURLY FRIZZY UNRULY

that's my mane

drives me insane

conditioners and hair serum ... all down the drain

efforts to straighten the frizz are all in vain

mum sez 'its lovely hair!'.. i say its a pain

with a dowdy long plait i look like a plain jane

the frizzy rings behind my ears

move me very near tears

the frizziness atop my crown

gives me endless reasons to frown

Bohemian 'Symphony': Mozart's 38th

Courtesy (www.stevenledbetter.com)

Johannes Chrysostomus Wolfgang Gottlieb Mozart composed the D-major symphony late in 1786 for the city of Prague. The score calls for two each of flutes, oboes, bassoons, horns, and trumpets, plus timpani and strings.
The Prague symphony exists because of the long and happy relationship between Mozart and the music-loving citizens of the Bohemian capital during the last years of the composer’s life. Almost a year before composing Don Giovanni for Prague, Mozart wrote a symphony for intended for that city (true, it had its premiere in Vienna, but it was heard in Prague a month later). Like the later opera, it is in the key of D and begins with slow and powerful opening music in the minor, with tension building almost to a breaking point through dissonance and chromatic harmonies. Mozart had evidently learned a great deal from Haydn’s symphonies, because the first movement of the symphony, built out of arrangements and developments of motivic figures more than “themes” per se, is almost monothematic. Mozart avoids any hint of monotony by his brilliant reworking of all the ideas throughout the movement. The Andante is also based on motivic structures to an unusual degree, and its sweetly lyrical character sometimes seems on the verge of being overwhelmed with more tensions like those of the introduction to the first movement, until the chromatic harmonies disperse and the sun reappears from behind the clouds.There is no Minuet movement in the Prague Symphony. In any case, it is unusual for Mozart to write a symphony with only three movements, and we do not know exactly why he did so. The very first idea of the lively and brilliant finale carries with it the suggestion of operatic comedy; the theme seems to evoke physical gesture on the stage. The first audiences can hardly have failed to imagine that Figaro and Susanna, favorite characters from the Mozart opera they had loved so much, were back again, here in a purely instrumental guise.

The 38th Symphony was a temporary return to the three-movement, Italian-style symphony, but it is imbued with some of the musical ideas of The Marriage of Figaro, which was about to be staged in Prague. It is considered one of Mozart’s greatest symphonies. Several steps more advanced than anything in that genre he had composed before, it was wildly appreciated by audiences in Prague when it was premiered.

yellow curtain

I got my yellow curtain from Sarojini Nagar market. It was the kind I was wanting for some time then. Checked, cotton, with wooden buttons. When I spotted one, it made my day.

Putting it up was one task. As my window was bereft of a pelmet, I had to have nails hammered on either side. Without a hammer, I did it with a crumbly brick (how clever of me). So, several percussions and lots of brick powder later I managed to get the nails in, but realized (too late) that I had to get the spring and the curtain in BEFORE the second nail was hammered in. Now after much tugging, I got one nail out and did the needful. But ever since that, the second nail is precariously perched in a cave of sorts (the hole for the nail widened into this gaping thing) and the spring bearing my beloved yellow keeps falling off.

Now its been behaving itself. I hammered the incorrigible nail with a giant Vaseline jar and... bingo.. it worked!!

Crumpled thoughts

More gashes across the mindless disconnected sentences. More crumpled paper balls. Yellow crumples, pink, powder blue, and now I’ve reached the green pages of my notepad. Before I construct a rainbow of sorts, I’d rather stop. And what’s the fun in doing it on a computer? After the painful cycle of deleting and restoring from the recycle bin my attempts at rudimentary prose, I empty the darned bin so that the rubbish is lost forever. 0’s and 1’s lost in an unfathomable silicon maze.

Memories of my puerile attempts at rhyme, insisting that the last two words of consecutive lines rhymed thus twisting the sentences into syntax horrors - descended upon me. I’ve been trying for some time now, to put pen to paper for reasons FAR from academic. But words don’t come out. My thought process and imagination have been eroded by years of wasteful rusting... imbibing whatever was taught to me and faithfully exuding those imbibed fluids onto examination sheets. Unquestioningly, in a manner expected of a good obedient student, I have been corroding my intellect by that continuum of absorption and desorption, interspersed with periods of blank, thoughtless idleness. My thoughts amble like aimless blades of dried grass meandering in the mini currents of a stream. Some wisps adhere to the muddy bank, while some, enmeshed together, gather bits of skeletonized leaves from here and there. Others disperse and get lost in the gurgling rush. No thread of continuity.

hungarian dance 5

Move over Amadeus

I think I've fallen for Brahms

I don't think he's Aquarius

But i'm just in love with 'Hungarian Dance'

Electric-blue gladioli

They looked artificial. Just like the artificially coloured orchids at florists’. Never seen a gladiolus in that fluorescent blue hue. Realized the dyed-water trick used to colour orchids – the orchid stalks are inserted in little plastic vials of blue dye. Fine, but why that garish colour, that no flower could naturally acquire?
The usual mauve, flaming orange or pristine white that gladioli usually come in would’ve looked so lovely. These stuck out like sore thumbs.
Now someone once said that an ideal gift for an Aquarian gal would be electric blue heels. Well, however Aquarian I may be, I’d never wear a pair of those. Oh yes, I’d gladly accept them, model them in the privacy of my room wearing an electric blue feathery stole (that I bought on some weird whim and never wore) and that’s about it. The heels and the plume would sit in all their electric blue glory in one corner of my wardrobe.

Amazing Amadeus

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart must have been a quintessential aquarian. Well, his birthday is a day earlier than mine so I feel I can relate to his music. The frequent ups and downs… see I don’t know it in music terminology… but the modulations or whatever are so aquarian. Unpredictable twists and turns… like the 25th concerto. As for marriage of Figaro… its just super.

Guava bliss

Well, long ago, Leafing through Linda Goodman's Zodiac signs, I found that Aquarians can find the most unusual things funny, or unusual things can make them smile (like a red balloon stuck in a steeple.... something to that effect). Today I saw a vendor with a fresh harvest of green guavas. I don't know why, but it was a heartening sight. I stopped and bought some, and as I type this I'm munching on a salt sprinkled fresh guava. That's made my day!! If you're low, have some fresh fruit... off the tree. You'll feel an inexplicable closeness to nature, and true bliss.

Sip of Beer

I hate being prim and proper. Following the ethos... the 'done things'. Smile politely, wait till all have got their glasses, then say 'cheers' and take the traditional sip. So what if I took a sip before the hostess had poured out her glass. Well, a glare from my father jolted me out of my reverie and inadvertant sip. Sigh. The evening pulled along with the usual chit-chat. The beer did go to my head, but I felt great. Why the polite smiles? I mean, get to the point, don't be so cloyingly polite. Its ok, we're all humans, out for some eats 'n drinks. Lets eat and drink in our own way... however each feels comfortable.

Coleslaw and pineapple soda

What a day. Getting my papers together, print outs, photo-copying...Things weren't going smoothly. Kept misplacing the dratted stapler. Then the paper clips went missing. Dashed off to the market to get some. The courier service was in the opposite direction. Heaving a sigh I thought...'Ok. someday I've to garner the courage'. Its scary to take my little scooterette on the main road, especially where there are wild roundabouts where bus drivers go nuts is a disconcerting thought. Well, I've been wasting a lot on autorickshaws lately and its about time I started scrimping.
Horns blared around me, car drivers were frowning or rolling their eyes as I gingerly forayed into the main-road madness. I don't know how I made it but before I knew it I was at BlazeFlash courier service asking the sloppy-man-at-the-counter how much I had to pay to send the papers to Italy.
With the parcel sent, and me feeling all proud at my bravery, I stopped a 'Omelletes' and had coleslaw salad, fries and a pineapple icecream soda.
Wierd combination... but thats me.

Rain in my shoes

Om ganeshaya namah.
Finally I've managed to create my own blog. Not that its such a big deal. Its my laziness and perpetual dreaminess that distracts me while filling out on-line forms. Yawn. No, No... got to go through wth this.
So. How do I feel today. Lousy. Squelched about in my keds that got drenched as I pulled my scooterette out of slushy puddles. The rain just doesn't seem to go away this monsoon. Anyway, me and my squelchy shoes, went squelch squelch squelch slosh squeak in the department. And after that wrestling with my scooterette and squelching about... we didn't have class.
Came back to my room. Lazed and lolled around... after throwing my squelchers and peeling of my sodden clothes... and thought of creating my blog. Wow. I hope to be a regular blogger.