The Ubiquitous Telecaster

The Telecaster -- it's everywhere!







(This is the result of too much spare time and too few Photoshop skills.)

Angels and Playboys

They say nothing is an accident but I can't come up with an explanation of why these songs came up on the iPod when I hit shuffle for June:

* "Walkin' Blues," Lucille Bogan
* "The Factory," Warren Zevon
* "I Want Let You Go," Ray Charles
* "Crazy Lemon," Joe Ely
* "Bluin' the Blues," Bob Wills & the Texas Playboys
* "Say, Man," Bo Diddley
* "Everybody's Talking," The Resentments
* "One of These Days," Emmylou Harris
* "Stray Cat Blues," Rolling Stones
* "Knowing," Lucinda Williams
* "Wind Me Up," Alvin Crow & the Neon Angels
* "It Wasn't Me," Chuck Berry
* "Orange Blossom Special," Johnny Cash

I'm currently working to add "Stray Cat Blues" to the list of Stones' non-hits that I can play in mediocre fashion. It's basically C's, D's and G's.

Calling All Angels !

Created in 1959 by the French team Ren Goscinny and Albert Udrazo, Asterix is a tiny but indomitable Gaul warrior. With the help of a little magic potion that gives his superhuman abilities, he and his friend Obelix defy the all conquering Romans in a series of hilarious comic book adventures.
When Uderzo recently sold his Asterix copyright to publishing giant Hachette, his outraged daughter Sylvie declared that she would fight for the little man, "it is as if the gates of the Gaulish village have been thrown open to the Roman Empire." No news yet of whether she has found any magic potion !

Ice Breaks on The Potomac !!

Martin Luther King Jr's dream comes true as a black man becomes America's great white hope !
But should you really buy the 'Obama' hype just yet !!?

Make no mistakes.
There are many admirable things B. H. Obama does; he inspires, he promises, he stuns with his jaw dropping ability to shame a TelePrompter.
But surely I am not committing any diplomatic boo-boo in suggesting that, yes he can bore, too, with his 24x7 earnestness and political correctness !
And that if you are not bored yet, you will be soon.!

BUt
What Do These People Mean For India ?


Joe Biden, 67
Vice President

A university football player, he overcame stuttering by reciting poetry for long hours in front of the mirror.
Was chosen as Obama's mate because of his experience in foreign policy.
Last year, he and Obama co-sponsored a Senate bill to triple non-military aid to Pakistan.
In January, was awarded the Hilal-e-Pakistan for his consistent support to Pakistan. Voted for the Indo-US nuclear deal.


Hilary Clinton, 62
secretary of State

The civil rights movement turned this early Republican into a Democrat.
Organized a two-day strike at her college to protest the assassination of King Jr.
When husband Bill was elected president in '93, she became first First Lady to have a post graduate degree.
At he nomination hearing, she talked of looking at "Pakistan and Afghanistan together". Popular among Indians, she voted for N-deal.


James L. Jones, 66
National security Advisor

A former four-star general of the US Marine Corps, he played basketball for the Georgetown Hoyas.
As NATO commander, he oversaw operations in Afghanistan. Told the Senate Foreign Relations Committee in September '06 that the Taliban is headquartered in Quetta, Pakistan.
Endorsing reconstructions efforts in Afghanistan, he said, "Anything we do military is perishable."


Lawrence H. Summers, 55
Director,
White House National Economic Council

Son of economics professors; also Nobel laureate Paul Samuelson's nephew.
At 28, was one of the youngest tenured professors in Harvard's history department.
Resigned as Harvard prez in '06 for controversial remark on intrinsic differences in abilities of men and women.
Favors regulating the financial sector; this could impact the flow of fund to India.


Richard C. Holbrooke, 67
Obama's special envoy

Likely to handle Afghanistan-Pakistan, has had a checkered career spanning 40-dd years as diplomat, magazine editor, author, professor and investment banker.
Shot to international fame in the mid-'90s for bringing peace to the Balkans as Clinton's special envoy.
Nominated seven times for the Nobel Peace Prize; is likely to get another shot should he be able to bring peace to South Asia

Tomorrow's Amber

The best investment is one that pays back a generous return after some years, and what better investment could there be than a great single malt? To celebrate its recommissioning, tullibardine(no puns intended with the first two syllables)- which sits on the site of Scotland's oldest brewery first established in the 12th century- has set aside some of their first distillations. These can be bought now, but only consumed after a minimum of 10 years, when they have matured fully. but if you wish to visit the historic distillery in the beautiful Perthshire countryside, you could sample a small taste of future delight.

Prices start at just under Rs. 1 lakh per cask !!!

Twilight Hues, my symphony, my reflection...my festival...

A sleepless night in despair
Vivid thoughts of a sweet affair
Emotions and memories, simultaneously I weigh
Confused amongst the riddles between the black and white and gray

My blood rushes to my brain
My tears narrate the story of this day so insane
With a bouquet of orchids, I fade at the grave
Too afraid to lose, reality I waive

Broken pieces of my bleeding heart
Summoned together with courage, but yet apart
Where did you go? why alone?
Silent prayers in a corner, I moan

Skipping every possible heart beat
Choked by every breath, but still I breathe
The desire to hold your hand again...
Laugh, jump, dance with you in the rain

I drift to sleep hoping be nudged awaken...

Emotions and memories, simultaneously I weigh
Today was the day my life swayed, God betrayed

Hope and misery, simultaneously I weigh
like 'Today', I wish could go away...

aah Moments !

Leisure hours
allure crawls,

A chat
& melancholy falls.

Sharing drivel
exchanging giggle,

Duets crooning
we mingle.

Modest flirting
so amused,

Elating infatuation
very bemused.

Blushing cheeks
lips fold,

Moonlight sprinkling
night unfolds.

Starry eyes, dreamy heart,
Hugs & kisses...
we depart......

Chew on this...

look at that...sum1 plz help the guy out...
spotted at the munirka crossing...about 2:38 PM...poor guy doen even wear ne seat belts...no red lights applicable...no "challans"...prob the policemen thought even if the guy crashes into sum car...his ride was equipped with an air bag...damn wat was i thinkin :D :D

this ones my favourite poem...don't ask me why...




The tops of the beech tree have sprouted of late,
Are changed and renewed from their withered state.

When the beech prospers, though spells and litanies
The oak tops entangle, there is hope for trees.

I have plundered the fern, through all secrets I spy,
Old Math ap Mathonwy knew no more than I.

For with nine sorts of faculty God has gifted me,
I am fruit of fruits gathered from nine sorts of tree--

Plum, quince, whortle, mulberry, respberry, pear,
Black cherry and white, with the sorb in me share.

From my seat at Fefynedd, a city that is strong,
I watched the trees and green things hastening along.

Retreating from happiness they would fein be set
In forms of the chief letters of the alphabet.

Wayfarers wandered, warriors were dismayed
At renewal of conflicts such as Gwydion made;

Under the tongue root a fight most dread,
And another raging, behind, in the head.

The alders in the front line began the affray.
Willow and rowan-tree were tardy in array.

The holly, dark green, made a resolute stand;
He is armed with many spear-points wounding the hand.

With foot-beat of the swift oak heaven and earth rung;
"Stout Guardian of the Door", his name in every tongue.

Great was the gorse in battle, and the ivy at his prime;
The hazel was arbiter at this charmed time.

Uncouth and savage was the fir, cruel the ash tree--
Turns not aside a foot-breadth, straight at the heart runs he.

The birch, though very noble, armed himself but late:
A sign not of cowardice but of high estate.

The heath gave consolation to the toil-spent folk,
The long-enduring poplars in battle much broke.

Some of them were cast away on the field of fight
Because of holes torn in them by the enemy's might.

Very wrathful was the vine whose henchmen are the elms;
I exalt him mightily to rulers of realms.

Strong chieftains were the blackthorn with his ill fruit,
The unbeloved whitethorn who wears the same suit.

The swift-pursuing reed, the broom with his brood,
And the furse but ill-behaved until he is subdued.

The dower-scattering yew stood glum at the fight's fringe,
With the elder slow to burn amid fires that singe.

And the blessed wild apple laughing in pride
From the Gorchan of Maeldrew, by the rock side.

In shelter linger privet and woodbine,
Inexperienced in warfare, and the courtly pine.

But I, although slighted because I was not big,
Fought, trees, in your array on the field of Goddeu Brig.



The above poem, an early Celtic work of great antiquity also known as "The Battle of the Trees," was originally composed by Gwion and is found in the Book of Taliesin, a Thirteenth Century Welsh manuscript. The work documents a battle between Arawn, King of Annwfn and a ploughman named Amaethon. The hostilities ostensibly arose through an act of theft committed by Amaethon. The crux of the poem centers on the use of a magical staff which transforms trees into fighting men and is believed to be the recordation of the powers ascribed to the trees at that time.
There are many varied translations of the original version...the one which appears here was taken from "The White Goddess" by Robert Graves.