Pigs On The Wing

Never actually studied anything in the engineering coaching classes, but met some rare gems who lived beyond the PCM syllabus. one of them introduced me to Pink Floyd. not just the hits, we traveled beyond. Along this journey, I stumbled upon a track, which I think is one of best "love" songs ever. Finally a song which said - i'm fucked, you are fucked. we might be bigger fucks together, but let's stick around for company. a line in the song goes -

" ....we would zig-zag away, through the boredom and pain, occasionally glancing up through the rain..."

The blogger wishes to thank,
- Sanju, for being there in the coaching class. and bringing me to Floyd.
- Bonita, for letting me have the album Animals which was meant for Sanju. (he was a fan, he already had his own copy.)

The blogger wishes to ignore,
- Anyone who thinks David Gilmour is a better songwriter than Roger Waters.


five years later, someone covered it.

A Question

So we say we've evolved. We've judged people on the music they listen to. we've rolled our eyes when a car playing loud thumping remixes zoomed past us. nodded our heads when the actual fans discussed Radiohead catalogs. got free food by playing covers of pink floyd songs. smoked up weed with groovy "world" music in the background. reached a high when people just talked about sufi music. Chose Rabbi Shergill over Sonu Nigam. wore loose flannel shirts and talked about how cool it'd be to be in Seattle in the early 90's while listening to the Vedders, Cobains and Cornells. wished we were born in the 50's America so as to enjoy the entropic 60's it produced. Sipped chai and munched on jalebis while discussing the arty-ness of the Velvet Underground.debated on whether it was David Bowie or Lou Reed. longed to have troubled childhoods like those of the people Smashing Pumpkins talk about in their songs. Admitted that Joan Baez is hotter than Marilyn Monroe.


Why is it, that after all of this, we still scream the loudest and dance the funkiest at Bryan Adams' Summer of '69 and Sukhwinder's Chhaiyyan Chhaiyyan ?

The Invisible Band

Travis' third album, and their first album that I bought. It was Bihu in Assam and the year was 2002. Ma gave me money to buy sweets for guests. I wasn't fond of guests. No sweets. went to this tiny cassette shop, Melody in Ganeshguri. hadn't heard any reviews about the new Travis album, or for that matter any of their earlier albums. But our otherwise cruel cable operator, let us have Mtv2 for a couple of months, and I remembered a band in a dining hall fiasco video which had something to do with an octopus being flung across the room in slow motion.

A week later, I was in love with Travis. Still am.

Open Source Opinions...

Discovered a brown carton on returning home this winter. My Cassettes. I almost... no, I didn't cry. but you can probably guess how it must have felt. from compilations to obscure albums, each cassette was the result of some kind of forgettable sacrifice... or kleptomania. from shriveled inlay covers to torn ones, from scratch-less ones to mark-your-territory-by-writing-your-name-in-weird-fonts ones, this treasure, if laid out in a particular order, told the story my growing years, the story of the evolution of prices and choices.

the sad part is, I don't have a cassette player anymore.

So, I've decided to start a blog where everyone can talk about music they like, they hate, they play....
Yes, it's open for all. just mail me your posts at beyalora@gmail.com and I'll upload them as soon as possible.