transumptive "after" thoughts

After my first (and last) disastrous attempt at writing in Hindi, I solemnly swear on my blog never to repeat the mistake! It’s amazing how many laughs (not counting swears) I received over it. To those who laughed, fuck you bitches... and to those who swore, ditto! I get it people, I won’t bother again. In order to make it up to my mates (who felt tortured just reading it), here’s something me and my cousin were working on yesterday. Unfortunately, this one is heavier on music than lyrics. I’m hopeless with notes, else would’ve provided that for the music readers. However, I can help with the fact that the music is very 80’s style, heavier on the keyboard than guitar. This one is to all my friends. I won’t name them (if I forget anyone, I’ll be in shit trouble). And please consider this a big THANK YOU to all those lovely people who always paid my tab for I’m forever broke! I know it isn’t much; we are still working on it. Should there be any "better" de

The below song/whatever-you-want-to-call-it is a dedication to my fiancé, Rakesh. On his request I’ve made an attempt at writing in Hindi! Not that I don’t know Hindi, it’s just been so long since I wrote anything in my national language that the flow of writing is broken! However, I hope whoever reads this has only basic knowledge of the language; else they’ll probably find too many errors. Goes like this… Kuch tanha se baethe the hum Yunhi soche kab aayenge voh Mudke dekha jab yunhi humne Samne humare khade the voh Zindagi ke yeh pal bade yaad aate hain Zindagi ke kuch pal muskura jate hain Ruthne manane se fursat kaha Ki chan baatein bhi hum karle Aapko apne kaam se fursat kaha Ki hum dil bhi thoda bharle Zindagi ke yeh pal bade yaad aate hain Zindagi ke kuch pal muskura jate hain Shopping to hum harooz karte Lekin paise deta kaun? Shikayat bhi hum harooz karte Lekin humari sunta kaun? Zindagi ke yeh pal bade yaad aate hain

The below song is a dedication to my brother Amrish. We wrote this song in complete haste only because he was in one of his music composing moods! Its based on a personal experience when traveled to B’ham, N. Ireland, Cyprus, Delhi and Mumbai. Its just a song that was written randomly, but from the heart. Hope you’ll like it as much as much we enjoyed making it  J   Everywhere I’ve been I’ve heard the same sound, The sound of people and the sound of cars The cries of children, mingled with laughter The bursts of horn, the obscenity Yet everywhere I go I’m different to them, Is this what they call hell today? Everywhere I’ve been I’ve heard the same sound, The sound of people and the sound of dogs The neighbor’s dog barking, all night disturbing The construction guy going on and on Yet everywhere I go I’m different to them Is this what they call hell today? People with Afros, People with Gold The Oil-rich mofos, And the people with Om The whi