Maiden - June

Iron Maiden!

I desperately wanted to have a write up of the concert, this stupendous concert that happened on June 11. The desperation, more so because of not having written accounts of any of the 3 concerts that I'd attended till then - AR Rahman, Shankar Mahadevan and The Scorpions, in that order.

I was never a Maiden fan. All I knew is that they had performed in Bangalore twice, (both of which I shamelessly missed), they were from UK and they are all really old. Till I went to the Scorpions' concert in Bangalore, I didn't realise that people who are 60+ can have a great amount of energy.

Anyways, with Maiden, I started listening their songs much later, much much after I started listening to Scorpions. The first songs I had liked was from the album, 'Seventh son of the seventh son'. I really liked the way they linked the songs and had a theme, then moved on to Como estas amigos months, maybe years later. I never fancied them that much, you know.

All hell broke loose when Chetan and I started having discussions about 'Lightning strikes twice'. That went on from song to song and eventually I had a couple of favourites. All through this, strangely, I'd never heard of their entire work. Only after coming to the US, with a little more time devoted to listening music, I got their whole discography and went berserk.

Then, it was 'Flight 666' that made me really know about the band members and worship them. Maiden's songs are one of the highest rated and played on my iTunes. I'm very strict with rating, I must mention. No matter what state of mind I'm in, I listen to those leads of Dave Murray and it makes me cry.

So, when I learnt about their concert in Houston, I didn't want to miss the chance. I'd a fairly decent knowledge about their songs by then, and I knew how a live concert would be like. Just imagining Steve Harris and Dave Murray play gave me goosebumps.

With no much adventures on the way, we reached the venue near Houston at Woodlands. There were quite a bit of people, I must say. Dream Theater started the concert. I'm not a big fan, yet.

When Maiden came on stage, it was exactly the way I'd imagined it to be. Adrian Smith started off the leads of The wicker man, the rest came running in and then it was just explosive. I couldn't believe I was seeing them live. The ambience, the aura, their guitar riffs, Bruce Dickinson's vocals, simply put, everything.

Deftly, they moved from song to song, played most of my favourites - Blood brothers, Ghost of the navigator, Brave new world, Dance of death, Wildest dream, No more lies, Hallowed be thy name and lots more. The only songs I missed were Trooper, Revelations and Rime of the ancient mariner.

But nevertheless, it was like a dream. Listening to someone whom you adore so much, someone whom you worship. I still can't believe I saw them live. I remember, I couldn't hold back tears during Blood brothers and Brave new world. Gosh! It was a once in a lifetime experience. Shame on me for having missed their 2 concerts in Bangalore!

Up the irons! \m/

Time! The Time!

After nearly the busiest month ever, since I came to the US, I'm all set to officially graduate this summer, in the August of 2010. Don't know why, I don't feel very excited about it. But I'm happy.

Most of my blogs rant and rave about how things were, how things change(d) and destiny. Ok, maybe not most. But if one wanted to read such things, one wouldn't have to search for a long time in my archive.

June was supposed to be the Maiden month, and July, the Rahman month, christened so by me, in anticipation of the concerts that would be held in the months. June happened, the blog should happen soon too, [:D], but unfortunately, Rahman's show got postponed to mid-September.

Time is a very shameless entity, if I may dare to call it so. Like it is said, time changes everything. Time changes priorities, hell, it manages to change people. The kind of change is very debatable, something I don't want to get into in this blog. People fall in and out of relationships and few even state the clichéd 'Time teaches/heals everything'. If its an exam or a thesis defense like the one I just had a couple of days back, people get tensed. If its the same defense in progress and you go on blabbering, the time progresses pretty darn fast. If you are missing someone who's really thousands of miles away, you would feel time progressing very slow.

Thinking about the importance time has in our lives scares me. It is an entity that doesn't stop, no matter what, doesn't give a rats ass to what you feel, scared, lonely or happy. There would be situations which you wouldn't want to end, but time doesn't seem to care. Heartbeats get arrhythmic, every person would have experienced situations where in it would have felt like the heart would come out of the body and bounce away. Still, the second hand goes on at its own pace.

Such a divine creation is wasted, more often than not. Doesn't pain me. I do it all the time too. Only at times it occurs like a flash of brilliant light that reminds me for a few minutes that I need to work hard, that my brain is definitely capable of handling much more pressure than I have given it. Only once, till now, I've crossed that threshold, and it beautifully linked to my body's refusal to cope up with my mind.

All of us invariably end up respecting time, though it sounds a little too 'over the board', maybe? And why wouldn't we, after all its only time that can change the current time.

A trip in TX!

Whew! Almost made it. I was getting all panicky that my resolution of 'each blog a month' this year would also go down the drain. I can now safely say I've done well for the first half. I mean, I've not had 12 per year and even if I did, doesn't count that way. :)

I had initially planned of writing earlier but considering the number of events that I'd known were supposed to unfold, and that too at a feverish pace, lemme say a cliched excuse. I was busy. :P

First of all, after the not so adventurous canoeing, I was really looking forward to what would be one of the best trips of my life, till now, and boy, was it! Come on, with the right company, even sad places will look awesome, but here, the places were awesome too. Could I ask for more?

One of my very good friends had come down to Houston, for the memorial day weekend and his birthday on the 1st of this month. The trip was more or less planned, to San Antonio and South Padre Island. The very same place that is being pounded by Hurricane Alex as I write this. I hope there wouldn't be much damage to life.

San Antonio, TX.

We headed straight for the amusement park, the much talked about Six Flags Fiesta. Had my first roller coaster ride. Ever. I was almost certain that I'd not get alive out of it, when I recollected what I'd written the previous month. Go with the flow, man! The blistering heat notwithstanding, we took a mutual consensus to dive into the water, that was specially open during the summer. It was bliss.

From here, we headed straight to the downtown, to go see the River walk, photos of which reminded me of Italy (You know, I can't say that. I've never gone there). It was all of what another friend of mine who'd visited told, and more. It was R-O-M-A-N-T-I-C. I missed taking my girlfriend along (I actually can't say this, too). Everything was so serene about the River walk and its history, I ended up being speechless for this part of the day.

The next day wasn't very exciting. We went to see the number 1 tourist spot, The Alamo. I suddenly felt it would be nice to come back to this place, after 20 - 30 years. We rushed out of the museum, (was it one? sorry!) and drove a good 4+ hours to reach South Padre.

South Padre Island/Port Isabel, TX

Maybe not as beautiful as Miami, (again, politically incorrect, I've never been there!) but it was nice. It was a lazy 2 day outing here. Celebrated the birthday, with the birthday boy's selected cake (Its a pain to select for him, he's damned too choosy :P), went around scouting about the island (It really isn't one, though it can be assumed).

Went on a cruise the following day. Now this was awesome fun. A boring and slow ride through the waters of the Atlantic, with one hundred photographs being taken for every 5 minutes or so, it was serene, no doubt about it, but what came later was the fun part.

Trying to spot dolphins, one thing I've always hated, (How would you like if marine organisms came running behind you with menacing machines, just to check you out!) even when we tried doing the same in Palolem, Goa, wasn't that bad after all. Dolphins came pretty close to the boats, but there was no expected jumps. It was exciting to see them. The 'captain' was radioed and told that deeper into the gulf, there were dolphins spotted. He pushed the boat's speed limits and now transformed the ride into what could be called a cruise. The birds, the water, the waves crashing against the nose of the boat and water spurting inside, it was just awesome. No, maybe beyond that.

After the nearly 2 hour cruise, we decided to go to the beach. I have this thing for water, maybe most people have. Its such a nice feeling just to stay there and hear water roaring and rumbling, to get drenched in that God's eternal creation, to not think of anything, to not worry about anything, the flow that I've already talked about twice, now.

We were smart enough to not carry spare clothes or towels even. Its fun, unplanned. Result? We had to sit half naked in the car, till we reached the motel back in Port Isabel. We cleaned ourselves of the salty water and then headed to the jacuzzi in the motel, right outside.

The next day was reserved for returning, a 7 hour drive, back to Beaumont. I hated getting back, just like any other trip, but what I would hate earlier was to get back to routine. What I hated more now was Beaumont was a totally crappy place. Sorry, still is. Earlier, after a trip, at the least I got to enjoy decent facilities, in an insect free environment.

Everything about this trip was just awesome. The drive, the lonely roads, the scenic beauty, the ride - a Chrysler 300, (one helluva car, I must say), awesome company - 5 of us in all, more or less similar temperament.

There were 2 drivers, and whatever I drove was the most I'd ever driven. Felt nice. 'Wish it wouldn't end so soon', again a cliched term after every fantabulous trip. But I'm happy all of us felt the same way. With everything in life, rather, everything good in life, one should feel that it would last a little longer. That is when you know how good it was.

And about the other events, it'd be sheer injustice for those events if I did say a line about them. So, you can expect them to be blogged shortly.

Anxiety or Premonition??

Its been close to 2 years since I arrived here in the US. I missed out on going to trips after coming here. Not that I was going out constantly when in India, but it is only after a while that I really started loving all the impromptu trips with friends. When you change location, it takes time, (not always) to make new friends of the same frequency and go on similar trips (not always, again).

I missed out on one such rare opportunity, when my room mates had gone to Louisiana, maybe a long time back. I'd to stay back and work at the lab, and stayed alone at home for those dreadful 3 days. It was very exciting, with nothing to do but stare at blank walls and entertain a stranger who came knocking at the door one night, asking for money, because her 'son wasn't keeping too well'. She surely isn't creative, her son would keep getting ill every 15 days or so then.

Over a period of time, the excitement of going to a trip, seeing a new place, getting to know people better all faded away. So when my lab mate just recently asked me if I would go along with them for a canoeing adventure, I was excited, happy and overwhelmed. Moreover, there would be 10 people going along. The more, the merrier. I was happy.

Then it started, crashed on me. Realisation, not water. :P

I don't know swimming. Not even enough to save myself. I've tried, but I must say, not enough. One of my friends had recently gone canoeing and had nearly drowned. People from Lamar had gone canoeing and I think one or two people who went, never came back. They got carried away in the current whilst their friends were busy rescuing a person who had almost drowned.

[This blog is obviously not exciting for readers as I'm here, typing away]

All sorts of thoughts came onto me that day. We were supposed to leave the next day. I'd drown. How would people send my body home, how everyone would be in trauma, how that sense of not being able to do what I wanted to do will always [is haunt the word?] me, what would happen to my precious belongings here, what if my phone also drowned, would I be out of reach forever and just go 'missing'. It didn't end.

I stopped walking, took a deep breath and smiled. Things that have to happen, happen no matter what. No point cribbing over them. What if tomorrow is indeed the last day, what would I do is what I questioned myself. Again a flurry of thoughts. Shit, I'd to talk to one hundred people, I'd to play the keyboard, I'd to do this, do that and do everything. EVERYTHING. I smiled again. Go with the flow man!

Another realisation. How would the mentality of a person who knew he was dying indeed, from some disease, a la filmy style, be in such moments? Would he have given up on life or would he be enjoying? I couldn't see myself anywhere. :D

That night, I slept for 5 hours. People who know me know that its not uncommon. What else happened was that I'd dreams that I was 'trapped' in a canoe with water waves as high as 70 - 80 feet crashing on the canoe, taking both the canoe and me down. I woke up with a jolt. Shut up and sleep.

The next morning, one of my friends had a dream about drowning too. I was smiling my nervous smile by then. Didn't know how to react.

Then the time finally came. You won't believe it, but I took a phone index, checked that I'd not written my name for identification, wrote it, and took all my ID cards, that I never take while on trips. We reached the place, the nervous feeling reducing already. I almost laughed at myself when I saw the water. It was almost still and looked very calm.

As we started canoeing, all the fear went away, so much that I removed my life jacket and put it aside, knowing fully well that the water was deep at times. Though the company was good, the surroundings were good, [it was a narrow stream flowing in the middle of a forest], no current in water was the damp squib. Sometimes it was the haphazard wind, sometimes the opposite current. Nothing life threatening. For most of the initial 2 hours, I'd taken the lead for the exhausting 3 hour 'almost boating' adventure. I just wished I'd my girlfriend along. It'd have been romantic.

The call of the destiny

I firmly believe that God exists. I won't be foolish about the fact, I'd also say that an anti-God exists. When I say this, and when I regard God as the creator of practically everything in and out of the world (read earth), the creator of the anti-God too, it makes me think that why God would do such a thing. Then I soothe myself saying that its just that there exists a 'good' entity and something equally negative in energy, that we have come to call by various names over time.

People, the lame people, us, of course if you believe that you are in the world for some reason, and have been put here by an entity, would agree with me, that when you were created, it'd not be tough for that entity to create a path for you in life. The path is all created, one not being able to see it or not is again, a different thing. Say, you'd be destined to become a painter in your life, you realise that you are good with the brush after doing PhD. Stupid, I know, but its hypothetical, or come to think of it, quite rarely possible too. You get this urge to put everything you did all this long, and curse yourself for not recognising the hidden potency in your own self. You'll get conflicting thoughts that would put a Gemini to shame. More so, when you've a family to support and you are the only source of income. Do you think you can paint your way to earn bread? Agreed that you'd be happier doing what you wanna do, but such things look good on paper. Is this God's way of telling that, 'See, I gave you a path, but my negative counterpart asked you to not go there, I can't do anything', so, is God an entity that gives you good and bad both at the most vulnerable times?

There would be this section of people not agreeing with me by now, and shaking their heads in reluctance. Such people would like to tell, that they create their own destiny. I'd say, its just that these people realise early in life what they can do, have a clear view of how it'd shape up later on in life. Now, again, does that mean that they are entering a new area and creating a destiny for themselves or did they just go into their 'pre destined path' and bragging about it big time, just because they beat others to it?

I don't know. Its complicated. All I believe is that, the light is already glowing in one path, and it'd take 359 or lesser angles to probably see it and identify it with one self. :)

The fascinations, their extents

Since I can remember, I've been totally fascinated by the universe. It surprises me that I've never made a written account of it. Well, almost, I should say.

The earliest memory was the Haley's comet we studied at school, and the hoopla about a meteor shower, that was not visible, and the Hale Bopp comet. Eclipses never fascinated me. They intrigued me.

That interest also encompasses the global warming phenomenon and the existence of life on earth. I know it is like writing about 3 different parts of science. But, I'm quite sure my audience isn't that specific.

I used to make these reports when back in school, on things that fascinated me, and called them "PROJECTS". The universe was my biggest project ever, that I eventually lost out to careless formatting. I was heartbroken.

Just recently, I read a book (after a long gap) about how stuff formed on earth, how things happened, how we evolved. I loved it. Venkat, suggested I see 'The universe' that was aired on the History channel. I never watched that channel. But yeah, I did download it and was dumbstruck.

It is not that the super visuals/animations made me gape at it. It sure did, but my complex mind had one hundred things going on. Ever since I had been thinking about how things are in space, as strange as it may sound, I never felt the need for wanting to know if life existed beyond earth. Maybe I'd learned to be self sufficient or something, I don't know. But it never even came as a fleeting thought. As I read more into it, I was awed by the way scientists made calculations and arrived at conclusions about planets, stars, et al. That was THE thing for me. Without advanced telescopes, if they could do this, imagine what their grey matter was made of!

Finding out more about planets, to an extent is fine by me. I mean, its interesting for sure to know where we live, what surrounds us and how safe we're. We do it after moving into a new colony, so, there is nothing wrong in that. After seeing a few of the episodes of 'The universe', I realised, we are living in a dangerous zone. A totally unpredictable one at that. One solar flare, one solar wind or one asteroid flung by Jupiter's magnetic field, or just about anything could happen as I write this. And we worry about petty things in life. :)

My first reaction was, 'Oh shit, what if an asteroid struck in 5 days?', very typical of me. Then I realised that the life on earth isn't a very different situation. Call it God's loop of life and death. The existence of earth or life on it is totally left to the discretion of an entity that created it. It started to fascinate me all over again.

As I said, to an extent, all this is good. But yeah, its a perspective. Its probably defined differently by people who are in various fields. Sending satellites up in space - reason? Selfish needs, by the whole of mankind that has reached proportions that has made us impossible to survive without phones or internet. What happens to satellites after they die? Space pollution. Not a different situation on earth, is it? We polluted earth enough that we now pollute outside it. It pains me when people and organisations talk about 'searching for water on Europa, or Mars' and spend billions of dollars for that. It seems very unwarranted for, to me.

I agree and understand that humans are afraid to die. We don't want to die, ever. Wish it were that easy. Wish it were in our hands. When the whole thing is so damned unpredictable, I wonder how people come up with ideas of 'going to another planet, in case the earth gets sucked up by the sun', or, funnier, 'how to send a missile from earth to deflect an asteroid from hitting the earth'. For all you know, when you are going from Earth to either Mars or elsewhere 40 years later, if the time is yours, an asteroid may come hurling toward your spacecraft. :)

Its nature, time and God, either one of them or all 3 put together that governs every being's existence. Things were meant to happen this way. Bacteria was supposed to form, I was supposed to be born, people who are dead, were supposed to be dead, I was supposed to write this blog, and it goes on. There is a course that has already been devised for each one of us. We could use the money being spent on sending a robot to Europa to clear half of the world's slums. I wish the place we've been given to stay is made better, rather than giving up hope and exploring other lands to live. It is, in all possibility, a better option.

But yeah, many people wouldn't agree with me. They would feel all this is a possibility, we could evade cataclysm and the likes. It is a never ending debate. We are selfish. 1 in 100 would donate money of their own to benefit a third, unknown person. The minute one has more money, he would wanna buy a costlier car and a bigger house. Similarly, people have money, they wanna send robots in space and find another place to turn it into a living hell. Next, they'll want to send some organisms to see if they can mate in space and make a new, hybrid organism. Gosh, its never ending. But, nevertheless, its very interesting. :)

The Best is yet to come, They say

The Best is yet to come.

You ain't seen nothin' yet.

Smile, It could be worse.

A few lines of inspiration, if you may say so.

All of a sudden, I went blank. What I'd been wanting to write since yesterday appears lost in the complicated twists in my head. Of course, I'd a topic today morning, but almost the whole of yesterday I managed to control my urge to just write and ending it up shabbily.

There is a link I HAVE to post in this blog. Considering the number of times I've done this (count that zero) it must have really meant something to me.

Here's the link: http://news.stanford.edu/news/2005/june15/jobs-061505.html

When I read this, I thought about the guy who wrote screenplay for 3 Idiots and especially the line 'Kaabil ban, kamyaabi jhak marke peeche aayegi' [Roughly translates into, Never run behind success, make yourself success-worthy first, and then you'll succeed]. Maybe he could have done a lot more in life, maybe he is, maybe the best is yet to come.

I'm sure all of us, sometime or the other in life, would have lamented about a day, an hour, or a week at work, or otherwise that the period has been the worst. What's worse, during that unfortunate phase, we'd get something more, that is worse than what we thought was worse. It takes you to that point of hopelessness that makes you wonder if what you are doing was 'designed' for you at all.

Its totally on the person involved, if he could take it up as a challenge and say, 'Bring it on, mate, you ain't seen nothin' yet.' But really, practically, one can't be so ideal at all times. We are prone to all this, I'd say, we're humans you know, [not considering the fact that my mind is complicated one teeny weeny bit].

Life's simple, I have told myself many times, it is in fact, what one makes it to be. Its worked for me till now, and it will, in future too. But when we are distressed with trivial matters, that surely don't seem trivial to us, I think about that entity because of whom all this is happening. Call it divine, call it time, I don't give a damn. But when there is something happening, someone is making it. There is no magic in that.

How would it look from the outside if it were to be seen? A distressed person, having all the goods in life, worried to death about some trivial matter, nothing life threatening, when there are a number of people striving hard to live, to eat, to lead a normal life. Such is the irony of the world. A person may forgo his lunch so that 2 of his small kids may eat, and one guy may strive hard to buy a Lamborghini. Priorities are so different.

2 of my very good friends helped me edit an idea, that would become a song later on. Its all about life. I learnt a lot from that song. The meaning of the song is so simple, if someone asks me what it is, I can just say 'Its about life' in a single line, just like that.

The bottom line is, as someone coined, It could be worse. Smile. Live for the moment.