My first musical composition:
http://www.filefactory.com/file/4a4fdb/
Its based on my fantasy story "Galaxy Skiing in Yellow Rocket".
Hope you'll like it :)
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Monday, September 24, 2007
Galaxy skiing
One of the many stories that go in my mind ...
... Galaxy Skiing in Yellow Rocket ...
The alarm rang. He was near it. Captain Art Ramaran's long journey had finally got him to his dream place and it was only 209 light seconds away.
His hands quivered in excitement, eyes wide open, mouth shut and nostrils wide open sucking in large amounts of oxygen generated by his Recylogen system. This was it. All his calculations, predictions, guesses and finger-crossed decisions had paid off. How wrong they were! How foolish! not to believe him.
He jumped in his throne and pushed the blue button. No, he did not have time to fasten his seat belt. He had to do everything so fast! "Oh my God! The landscape’s killing
The Yellow Rocket veered from its path and took a sharp turn towards Sinitron barely missing Nohola-13. Nohola-13, the second most beautiful galaxy in the universe. Its sun's shimmering magenta corona has always been inspiration for all queens of the many worlds in this universe. Yet Capt. Art Ramaran lusted to see the mythical Sinitron. No one had seen it. There was no record in any of the local registers. Not even the great civilization of Arkouset Arkenen with all their technology could ever get a clue of its existence! And here, Capt Ramaran was near Sinitron.
He had dreamt it. He had talked about its beauty with his comrades. Yes, they all accorded about its beauty. But it existed? "Never!", they swashed.
Capt. Ramaran's Yellow Rocket was now only 121 light seconds away. All he saw was pitch black. Absolutely nothing. Was his Heisin-Flux Directograph gone wrong? Was he heading towards a black hole? Beads of sweat rolled down his temple and his sides. His eyebrows curled in anxiety. Were his calculations wrong? Did he cross his fingers incorrectly in taking one of the decisions that Physics had no answer to?
His heart beat faster than the Recyclogen's pump. And before it could explode the Directograph alarm went off again! It was the "Proximity Warning"! It's frequency increased by the second! Capt. Ramaran's mind was now blank. He started to believe it was his end. His eyes did not bat. All of his ship's alarms were in a cacophony. And then...
There it was, out of the black. How could one describe beauty for which no words were ever imagined? He was her prisoner from the moment the first quanta of light touched his retina. Sinitron's arms of million stars engulfed the yellow ship. Capt. Ramaran clutched the armrests and leaned forward to see the celestial princess. His eyes were in disbelief, and his jaw dropped. He just stood there as his Yellow rocket dossed into the largest and brightest silver globe of Sinitron. The globe only got bigger.
No one knows where Sinitron is. No one. Only few are privileged with the dream and fewer who pursue the dream and then disappear. No one to tell about Sinitron.
Saturday, September 1, 2007
i like reading
A few Sundays back i was lazying at home with nothing do. It was raining and gloomy clouds covered the blues.
I slept, woke up, stared at the ceiling fan, slept again till it was time for lunch. I did not want to set my foot out in the rain. I feasted on some home cooked rice and dal and made my breakfast hungry stomach happy. Suddenly I had this spurt of energy and the will to do something... something like wash the big pile of clothes or study something or read a book... yeah! Read a book! Complete the book i started a long time back! yeah! I looked out of the window. Sunlight! this must be a dream! everything is falling into place. I must make best use of this. I want to finally complete the thumb thick "Time travel in Einstein's Universe" by Richard Gott. In an involuntary movement of my body, i grabbed my bike keys, stuffed the book in my backpack and of course put on some decent clothes and headed straight to Mulshi!
On the way i picked up a pack of Lays potato chips and Maaza. It was nice, sunny and 'bikerful' until it poured. It POURED. "AAHH! NO!! $%@&@#!!!". I screamed through my helmet. "No! it will stop! Maybe it is will-power testing time, I will read 'Time travel in Einstein's Universe' at Mulshi". My bike roared through the curves, through the towns, through the villages, through the fields, through the puddles... till I took a bio-break.
I waited for some time near a small road side stall. I waited for the rain to calm down a bit. It did. And it stopped. "YeeHaa!". I hopped on the saddle, pulled the handle and galloped all the way to Mulshi. What a familiar sight. Yet, what a beautiful sight. It was just me and my bike on top and a rain drop on my nose. Then another on my shoulder, then my hand. It was back again. hmmmpfff!
So it was after all no reading for me. I gave up fighting with Almighty and took out my snacks. As usual i just soaked in nature's beauty to the fullest.
But i am going to finish this book. Maybe at Diveagar beach? hmm not a bad idea. hmmm ;)
I slept, woke up, stared at the ceiling fan, slept again till it was time for lunch. I did not want to set my foot out in the rain. I feasted on some home cooked rice and dal and made my breakfast hungry stomach happy. Suddenly I had this spurt of energy and the will to do something... something like wash the big pile of clothes or study something or read a book... yeah! Read a book! Complete the book i started a long time back! yeah! I looked out of the window. Sunlight! this must be a dream! everything is falling into place. I must make best use of this. I want to finally complete the thumb thick "Time travel in Einstein's Universe" by Richard Gott. In an involuntary movement of my body, i grabbed my bike keys, stuffed the book in my backpack and of course put on some decent clothes and headed straight to Mulshi!
On the way i picked up a pack of Lays potato chips and Maaza. It was nice, sunny and 'bikerful' until it poured. It POURED. "AAHH! NO!! $%@&@#!!!". I screamed through my helmet. "No! it will stop! Maybe it is will-power testing time, I will read 'Time travel in Einstein's Universe' at Mulshi". My bike roared through the curves, through the towns, through the villages, through the fields, through the puddles... till I took a bio-break.
I waited for some time near a small road side stall. I waited for the rain to calm down a bit. It did. And it stopped. "YeeHaa!". I hopped on the saddle, pulled the handle and galloped all the way to Mulshi. What a familiar sight. Yet, what a beautiful sight. It was just me and my bike on top and a rain drop on my nose. Then another on my shoulder, then my hand. It was back again. hmmmpfff!
So it was after all no reading for me. I gave up fighting with Almighty and took out my snacks. As usual i just soaked in nature's beauty to the fullest.
But i am going to finish this book. Maybe at Diveagar beach? hmm not a bad idea. hmmm ;)
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Mulshi trip at night
May 29th, 2007.
We dropped Divya to her Hostel. When it was time to go back home i casually asked Omkar “want to bike around?”. “yeah”, he replied in his characteristic 'of course, what else?!' style. So we discussed, “Pune Bangalore ghat?”, “not much petrol in my bike”. “What about Pune Mumbai highway?” “yeah, we can go there, but its a straight road.” “hmm, not much fun”. “We could go to Lonavla, about 70 kms from here.” ”hmmm...” “Or we could go to Lonavla on the old Pune highway”, “we could try that sometime later, its 20:15 now!”. “Ok lets go to Pirungut highway. Its a nice curvy road.” “Awright.” ”There is a Shell petrol pump on the way.” “aahh!”
Khehhahak, gudu gudu gudu.... my bike came to life and we started our route towards Pirungut.
We crossed Chandni chowk chowpati, overtook slow trucks, equally slow but sounding fast PMT buses and reached Shell petrol pump. "Namaskar!", greeted the attendant. “Namaskar!” i greeted back with a smile on my face. When was the last time a petrol pump guy greeted you?!
Khehhak, fooroo fooroo, frooooo frooooooo! My bike feels different, no knocking sound. This petrol is good. I've decided. This is the petrol pump from where ill be filling my bikes tank, even if it's around 10 kms from Pune! Off we go from here...
With my bike singing at 60-65 kmph and i hitting the curves with a zeal seen in a 10 year old kid pedaling his first bicycle, we reached Pirungut ghat. From the top the view was majestic. The mountain range in its glory, shaded in deep purple gray. The purplish blue sky painted with stripes of cloud washed in moonlight. Low down a glittery town. And an inviting downhill smooth road with just perfect curves. I raced my engine from to the better side of 60 kmph and took out the best i could from my bike. Accelerate on the short straight, leave the accelerator just at the start of a curve, a hint of front brake, a tap on rear brake, downshift, keep the engine on boil, tilt the bike and a perfect end to end smile on my face... and then you see the next bender. Moksh attained.
At the end of the ghat my bike seeming happy to the treat i gave her (away from the doldrums of city life), i waited for Omkar to join me. “We should go to Mulshi”, i said. “The road ahead is too good”. “he he ok!”. And then we started all over again. Hunt for the curves and hit them hard.
As we moved away from civilized world and in to the world of moon lit landscape, i couldn't satisfy myself with the beauty that we humbly call nature. This is art at its best. The best painter, God, only can create it. It is something that cant be described in words on paper, but ill try :). Imagine this, you are driving steadily. There is a a long mountain on the left, dark and unassuming. Dark blue sky. 3/4th moon with halo of a saint, graced by her cloudy disciples. On the right you have a vast expanse of land, lovingly showered with blessings from the saint... breeze so pure and fresh it reminds you of your first crush in school. And ahead, you see the road, with your lights off. Bliss. Amen. You cant savor everything in a moment thats called life.
The ride further was different. I could smell fresh turmeric coming out of the fields. An occassional hut giving you the pleasure of home cooked food smell for home-away bachelor boys like me. A glimpse of flickering temple lamp. Smell of mud after early season monsoon.
Then we made our way on top to Mulshi sunset point. Absolutely no artificial light here. You are on top of a mountain. Its misty, cold, breezy. Behind you have the reservoir filled with shining water. A river meandering through the land below. The rays of light of a distant vehicle, probably another enthusiast coming here. Glow worms dancing in trees. You see the dam with its pale orange lights running down its wall. The faint sound of a jet reminding you of life.
My bike equally soaking in natures best. The engine ticking. I don't want to go back. This is life. No morning headache with corrupt politicians bogus on anti-corruption. No traffic woes. No sitting in the same position for 10 hrs in office. No choking in smoke. No running after things you cant get.
This is peace. I' m coming back with my camera in few days... it will be a full moon night.
We dropped Divya to her Hostel. When it was time to go back home i casually asked Omkar “want to bike around?”. “yeah”, he replied in his characteristic 'of course, what else?!' style. So we discussed, “Pune Bangalore ghat?”, “not much petrol in my bike”. “What about Pune Mumbai highway?” “yeah, we can go there, but its a straight road.” “hmm, not much fun”. “We could go to Lonavla, about 70 kms from here.” ”hmmm...” “Or we could go to Lonavla on the old Pune highway”, “we could try that sometime later, its 20:15 now!”. “Ok lets go to Pirungut highway. Its a nice curvy road.” “Awright.” ”There is a Shell petrol pump on the way.” “aahh!”
Khehhahak, gudu gudu gudu.... my bike came to life and we started our route towards Pirungut.
We crossed Chandni chowk chowpati, overtook slow trucks, equally slow but sounding fast PMT buses and reached Shell petrol pump. "Namaskar!", greeted the attendant. “Namaskar!” i greeted back with a smile on my face. When was the last time a petrol pump guy greeted you?!
Khehhak, fooroo fooroo, frooooo frooooooo! My bike feels different, no knocking sound. This petrol is good. I've decided. This is the petrol pump from where ill be filling my bikes tank, even if it's around 10 kms from Pune! Off we go from here...
With my bike singing at 60-65 kmph and i hitting the curves with a zeal seen in a 10 year old kid pedaling his first bicycle, we reached Pirungut ghat. From the top the view was majestic. The mountain range in its glory, shaded in deep purple gray. The purplish blue sky painted with stripes of cloud washed in moonlight. Low down a glittery town. And an inviting downhill smooth road with just perfect curves. I raced my engine from to the better side of 60 kmph and took out the best i could from my bike. Accelerate on the short straight, leave the accelerator just at the start of a curve, a hint of front brake, a tap on rear brake, downshift, keep the engine on boil, tilt the bike and a perfect end to end smile on my face... and then you see the next bender. Moksh attained.
At the end of the ghat my bike seeming happy to the treat i gave her (away from the doldrums of city life), i waited for Omkar to join me. “We should go to Mulshi”, i said. “The road ahead is too good”. “he he ok!”. And then we started all over again. Hunt for the curves and hit them hard.
As we moved away from civilized world and in to the world of moon lit landscape, i couldn't satisfy myself with the beauty that we humbly call nature. This is art at its best. The best painter, God, only can create it. It is something that cant be described in words on paper, but ill try :). Imagine this, you are driving steadily. There is a a long mountain on the left, dark and unassuming. Dark blue sky. 3/4th moon with halo of a saint, graced by her cloudy disciples. On the right you have a vast expanse of land, lovingly showered with blessings from the saint... breeze so pure and fresh it reminds you of your first crush in school. And ahead, you see the road, with your lights off. Bliss. Amen. You cant savor everything in a moment thats called life.
The ride further was different. I could smell fresh turmeric coming out of the fields. An occassional hut giving you the pleasure of home cooked food smell for home-away bachelor boys like me. A glimpse of flickering temple lamp. Smell of mud after early season monsoon.
Then we made our way on top to Mulshi sunset point. Absolutely no artificial light here. You are on top of a mountain. Its misty, cold, breezy. Behind you have the reservoir filled with shining water. A river meandering through the land below. The rays of light of a distant vehicle, probably another enthusiast coming here. Glow worms dancing in trees. You see the dam with its pale orange lights running down its wall. The faint sound of a jet reminding you of life.
My bike equally soaking in natures best. The engine ticking. I don't want to go back. This is life. No morning headache with corrupt politicians bogus on anti-corruption. No traffic woes. No sitting in the same position for 10 hrs in office. No choking in smoke. No running after things you cant get.
This is peace. I' m coming back with my camera in few days... it will be a full moon night.
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