There' Never Enough Places

I've been meaning to write for sometime but just haven't had the bandwidth to sit down and do so. It's been a travelling Feb for me and once again it was a series of trips one after the other.

Going back to Raleigh was fantastic, I really had an awesome time (quite unexpected really) I spent two years of my Master's life there which doesn't necessarily translate to me getting all nostalgic 'bout the place cos quite frankly I don't. But it was different to see the place in a new light. As a visitor. Friends were visited, close friends were wined and dined with, I apparently was engaged in a skirmish with a certain Mr. Vishwas (for some reason I referred to him as bharosa.com) I leave the interpretation of 'some reason' to the reader :)

San Jose was the next destination. Even closer friends were visited, dined with and end of it all hugs were exchanged and thats it. Nothing particular to write home 'bout.

Time to change destination, Houston. It is this whole other country where 'massive' 'huge' 'vast' is literally the order of the day. Texas, people, doesn't know what it means to be conservative, pragmatic etc etc. Everything (and I mean everything) is large and expansive. Be it the roads to the buildings to the parking lots to the Texans. I was also able to put face to one of the blogs I've been a regular at; which was one of the upsides of the trip. Apart from that I'm content just knowing Houston houses NASA and all that jazz. Good, very good but thank you very much.

A quick pit-stop at Dallas, a night with mom and the kiddos and I was off to San Diego.
San Diego. Aaaaah! Doesn't the mere mention of the city change your expression? No seriously, doesn't it? Laid back Southern Californians, old town native Mexicans who still find it hard to digest the fact that the city is no longer a part of Mexico, beaches, I can go on but I will stop at that and change topic to my long lost best friend. I meet him after eternity and he's become this cool chap sailor guy with a house in the north side of the city. Perfect life, no?

Cutting a long story short, Binoy is running out of cities to visit in the North American continent. I'm back to Portland and gladly so. Couple of quiet weeks/weekends will be followed by another trip to the other side of the world. Next stop, Pune. -- Kay Ata!!

P.S: A big thank you to Ms. Dhara Parikh for introducing me to the Tiramisu at CPK, I owe you for that.

An Effort

I am rather appalled to see how things work in this world. I am not the revolutionary kinda guy; out here to change society but I think I have enough motivation to do whatever I can to let the deserving people get their due. And thankfully this time I have the resources to see it through.

Let me re-iterate this once again, I am only just trying to use the system to do something that seems the right thing to do. I am determined not to get worked up if this doesn't work out but I think I am smart enough to pull it off. Rest let things take its own course.

Old Dirt Hill

Dave Mathew' one of a kind. He just seems to go on and on doing his thing and boy is he brilliant or what? This is my current favourite track and symbolizes everything that seems to be going on in my tiny lil brain. All the fun, the naiveness, the thrill, the risk, the nostalgia, everything... just everything seems to come out in this song.

Try and see his live version that he performed at Radio City. I know of many people who just can't seem to understand what he is upto. That's precisely it, he writes as he thinks, doesn't matter if the world agrees or comprehends, it sure makes mighty sense to him. And if you are able to relate to it, then it so bloody hell does make sense. Watch the master doing what he does best and you'll know what I am talking about. If not, what the heck, it makes for a good listening.

Old Dirt Hill

"Bring that beat back to me again

Come on take me back, can't catch me can't catch me
Bring that beat back to me again
Come on take me back, can't catch me can't catch me

Can't catch me ride my bike down the old dirt hill,
First time without my training wheels.
First time I kissed you I lost my legs,
Bring that beat back to me again.
I hear scream and shout out loud of innocence
And days when all we did would never end.

Bring that beat back to me again
Come on take me back, can't catch me can't catch me
Bring that beat back to me again
Come on take me back, take me there, can't catch me can't catch me

Smoking under the railroad bridge
I used to ride my bike down that old dirt hill
The first time I kissed you I lost my legs
Bring that beat back to me again
I hear scream and shout out loud of innocence
Days when all we did would never end

Screaming down that old dirt hill

Bring that beat back to me again

She stole __
That's when the days I remember seem so far away

That's just a kid. That's what I miss. Just a kid.
That's what I miss

Oh take me back, take me back to that beat again
Smoking on the railroad bridge

Bring that beat back to me again
First time all with good, good friends.

(Can't catch me, can't catch me)
Bring that beat back to me again

Take a bow.