The sheer inefficiency of people around the workplace is starting to get to me. I mean, why can't we be more professional? Why can't people raise their hands and take ownership, rather than always looking for excuses not to work?
I mean, do they themselves realise how they are wasting the best years of their professional lives? Or do they actually think that they are smart because they are getting away without doing any work?
Aug 23, 2007
Aug 6, 2007
Blue
Desperately, devastatingly, dangerously blue since morning. Don't know what the fuck brought in on.
Need to do something to come out of it. What do you usually do?
Need to do something to come out of it. What do you usually do?
The song is over
'This song is over
I'm left with only tears
I must remember
Even if it takes a million years'.........The Who
If I could have asked for 3 boons, one of them definitely would have been for a chance to be a teenager in London in the swinging 60-s. I mean, can you imagine yourself in those glorious years of the british invasion? Being one of the first few people to hear bands like Beatles, The Who, Floyd, Kinks, Stones, Derek and Dominoes, Ramones etc etc etc, collecting bootlegs, queueing up in underground pubs to watch them play live, the psychedelic shows, the guitar smashing concerts, the LSD, the flower girls..
And can you imagine the devastation on hearing about the mindless deaths and breakdowns? Duan Alman, Hendrix, Morrison, Stevie Ray Vaughn, Lenon, Bonham, Barrett, the Lynrd Skynrds, Buddy...again the list is endless.
My last trip to Calcutta put me through a similar experience. A couple of musicians I knew have died. Bands I used to love have broken up. Some have given up the gig scene altogether. And the places where I used to be on first name terms with most of the people are now full of unknown faces.
And I felt old.
'The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death'.
And it wasn't a nice feeling. I think its not always a good idea to revisit the places from your past.
I'm left with only tears
I must remember
Even if it takes a million years'.........The Who
If I could have asked for 3 boons, one of them definitely would have been for a chance to be a teenager in London in the swinging 60-s. I mean, can you imagine yourself in those glorious years of the british invasion? Being one of the first few people to hear bands like Beatles, The Who, Floyd, Kinks, Stones, Derek and Dominoes, Ramones etc etc etc, collecting bootlegs, queueing up in underground pubs to watch them play live, the psychedelic shows, the guitar smashing concerts, the LSD, the flower girls..
And can you imagine the devastation on hearing about the mindless deaths and breakdowns? Duan Alman, Hendrix, Morrison, Stevie Ray Vaughn, Lenon, Bonham, Barrett, the Lynrd Skynrds, Buddy...again the list is endless.
My last trip to Calcutta put me through a similar experience. A couple of musicians I knew have died. Bands I used to love have broken up. Some have given up the gig scene altogether. And the places where I used to be on first name terms with most of the people are now full of unknown faces.
And I felt old.
'The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death'.
And it wasn't a nice feeling. I think its not always a good idea to revisit the places from your past.
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