Recently I heard the news that one of my favorite supergroups the legendary ‘Return to forever’ will reunite [ Return to Forever to reunite in 2008 ] And I have been looking forward to some really exciting live performances being recorded during this summer. Chick Corea has been a favourite musician of mine for as long as I remember. And I’ve been a fan of Bobby McFerrin ever since I heard ‘Dont worry be happy’ on the soundtrack of the movie ‘Cocktail’.
A few days ago while browsing some titles at my fav music shop I came across a couple of titles:
Bobby McFerrin/Chick Corea : The Mozart Sessions
Bobby McFerrin & Chick Corea : Play.
I had heard ‘of’ their collaborations but had never come across the tapes or discs, so picked up both just wanting to check out how these two awesomely talented musicians worked together. What follows is my enjoyment of this music created by ” two young children with sweet tooth on overdrive in a candy store without parental supervision”*If you ever thought that a vocalist making kidlike noises has no place in a Mozart concerto orchestration or ‘Round Midnight, think again. Bobby and Corea are not the ones who approach music conventionally. Two of the best improvisors in the music scene are in top form as they explore the music with passion, their skills are impeccable anyways. As they ‘Play’ exchanging notes after notes weaving poetry with animal sounds my feelings changes between pure bliss at the harmony and awe at their skills in creating such magic… It is a delightful experience as I am finding newer and newer feelings as I listen to these discs again and again, it has been a while since something like this had happened to me.
Highly recommended.
*Bobby’s comment in the liner notes of ‘Play’.
Saturday, July 05, 2008
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Nemo Goes Bananas
I'd run out of aftershave. Not strange, considering I have to shave almost everyday to keep up the pretense that I am a manager and it wont do any good to enter the office with a stubble.
I am an old school guy when it comes to cosmetics and I never use anything that contains soap or strong chemicals. I use soapnut. But I have to use a shaving cream and an aftershave. From as long as I remember, my choice had been simple : Old Spice. I have never felt like trying anything else. I just love the way 'whitewater' or 'fresh lime' smells.
Coming back to the point where I started this narrative, I'd run out of it. And I mentioned it while shopping with my friend. He's a good guy, but I realise he should have been in sales rather than in HR [I do agree that HR requires the same kind of sales skills and I am sure in his deepest thoughts, he accuses me of being a sales guy too]. So, he says he wants to buy an aftershave too... He picks up some variant of 'Axe'. I tell him I am picking up my Old Spice. He says nonsense, that is why you are still a bachelor. I ask him what's the relationship between me using Old Spice and remaining bachelor. He says, use Axe, a lot of bikini clad babes will hound you wherever you go. I am drooling now. Here I am, a 33 year old has been Casanova, under pressure from cousins and aunts to get hitched to some hapless girl and settle down. And I am being told bikini clad babes will hound me... Would you fault me when I succumb to such temptations? He's decided for me too. He picks up the pack which has 2 Axe aftershave bottles. I get one.
I cannot sleep that night, restless... Awaiting the next opportunity to use that seductive magic lotion. Next morning, I chicken out. I have to go to the office. I cannot afford to have babes hanging to my arms as I enter a very conservative workplace. What will my team say? I squeeze the last couple of drops of 'whitewater' from the plastic Old Spice bottle, grateful that it was not the old style ceramic bottle. I see that there is a little left of 'fresh lime' too. I resist the bikini babe temptation for a week.
On saturday, I decide to test my new Axe and go to Jayanagar area which has the highest density of 'oglable' babes. Forget hordes, even if one is hooked by this magic lotion, I can go back to tell the folks back home that they can end their useless search for my bride.
I usually hold my breath [I guess most guys using aftershave also hold their breath just before slapping on the liquid heat on to their chins] to numb out the sting of alcohol on skin. The anxiety of trying out a new thing, the anticipation of wonderous pleasures had made me breathless as I poured out my new Axe on to my palm. I slap it on my chins still holding my breath and closing my eyes too [perhaps my subconscious imagined that this would change the way I look too]. This was too mild, surprising me. Then I open my eyes and let out my breath.
I take in some air. It smells weird. I wonder what that familiar smell is. Smells like pineapple and bananas... someone's making a cocktail of juice, I think. Then I realise that the smell is much closer than someone else' house. I feel it on me.
I look at the bottle and read what's written on it. It says 'An arresting fusion of sweet juicy fruits'. I take a bath and rub my face furiously to remove the smell. I regret not having read that before getting myself embalmed in this idiotic fruity smell. I regret having been disloyal to my favourite brand. More importantly I regret that there wont be a bevy of beauties fighting over me.
I keep that bottle open all the time and my bathroom smells like a juice stall. Heartening thing for me is : there have been no fights among beauties to use my loo. :D
I am an old school guy when it comes to cosmetics and I never use anything that contains soap or strong chemicals. I use soapnut. But I have to use a shaving cream and an aftershave. From as long as I remember, my choice had been simple : Old Spice. I have never felt like trying anything else. I just love the way 'whitewater' or 'fresh lime' smells.
Coming back to the point where I started this narrative, I'd run out of it. And I mentioned it while shopping with my friend. He's a good guy, but I realise he should have been in sales rather than in HR [I do agree that HR requires the same kind of sales skills and I am sure in his deepest thoughts, he accuses me of being a sales guy too]. So, he says he wants to buy an aftershave too... He picks up some variant of 'Axe'. I tell him I am picking up my Old Spice. He says nonsense, that is why you are still a bachelor. I ask him what's the relationship between me using Old Spice and remaining bachelor. He says, use Axe, a lot of bikini clad babes will hound you wherever you go. I am drooling now. Here I am, a 33 year old has been Casanova, under pressure from cousins and aunts to get hitched to some hapless girl and settle down. And I am being told bikini clad babes will hound me... Would you fault me when I succumb to such temptations? He's decided for me too. He picks up the pack which has 2 Axe aftershave bottles. I get one.
I cannot sleep that night, restless... Awaiting the next opportunity to use that seductive magic lotion. Next morning, I chicken out. I have to go to the office. I cannot afford to have babes hanging to my arms as I enter a very conservative workplace. What will my team say? I squeeze the last couple of drops of 'whitewater' from the plastic Old Spice bottle, grateful that it was not the old style ceramic bottle. I see that there is a little left of 'fresh lime' too. I resist the bikini babe temptation for a week.
On saturday, I decide to test my new Axe and go to Jayanagar area which has the highest density of 'oglable' babes. Forget hordes, even if one is hooked by this magic lotion, I can go back to tell the folks back home that they can end their useless search for my bride.
I usually hold my breath [I guess most guys using aftershave also hold their breath just before slapping on the liquid heat on to their chins] to numb out the sting of alcohol on skin. The anxiety of trying out a new thing, the anticipation of wonderous pleasures had made me breathless as I poured out my new Axe on to my palm. I slap it on my chins still holding my breath and closing my eyes too [perhaps my subconscious imagined that this would change the way I look too]. This was too mild, surprising me. Then I open my eyes and let out my breath.
I take in some air. It smells weird. I wonder what that familiar smell is. Smells like pineapple and bananas... someone's making a cocktail of juice, I think. Then I realise that the smell is much closer than someone else' house. I feel it on me.
I look at the bottle and read what's written on it. It says 'An arresting fusion of sweet juicy fruits'. I take a bath and rub my face furiously to remove the smell. I regret not having read that before getting myself embalmed in this idiotic fruity smell. I regret having been disloyal to my favourite brand. More importantly I regret that there wont be a bevy of beauties fighting over me.
I keep that bottle open all the time and my bathroom smells like a juice stall. Heartening thing for me is : there have been no fights among beauties to use my loo. :D
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Aerosmith Bangalore concert : June 2nd 2007
June 2nd 2007, Saturday
The day’s packed. I am sick of waiting for the “clients” who are supposed to come to our office. As the HR bumpkins scamper around trying to spruce up the place, I am reminded of a Kannada saying ‘boLammanige singaara maaDidru’ [they decked up the widow].
They were supposed to come at 12:00PM, finally they arrived at 2:30PM. Which meant that I’d be cutting it too fine for the concert. Pissed already because I’m looking like a jerk, dressed in formals on a Saturday when I should have been rightfully ogling babes in 4th Block, I curse out loud. I have to get home after this charade, quick change into something more comfortable for a live concert and rush back 15 kilometers… It’s not gonna be easy.
Thankfully, they hogged like err… hogs in the conference room and very not too keen on listening to our droning, so we were spared. It was 6:00PM when I got out of office. 15 kilometers to my place. Concert starts at 7:30PM
Do I dash home? Do I go to the concert looking like some honcho from Microsoft? I realize there is no time to do a Ham-let, so I quickly get transport and head home. I’ll take my chance… I reach home at 6:55PM. By the time I reach the main door, I am stripped to my waist… My neighbors usually don’t look into our compound, but if someone did notice my circus, stripping with one hand holding the bag in another and trying to get my black leather shoes off with the legs, tangling up and almost tripping, they would not have been surprised. They have seen me do crazier things.
7:00PM I rush out of the house while buttoning my shirt and hail the first auto that passes in front of my house. I tell the driver that I need to be inside palace grounds before 7:30PM and that my life depends on it. He thinks I’m a hero rushing to protect my girl. He grins and says OK boss!!! Rest easy.
I know it’s not possible, but why break the man’s heart? To be fair to him, he did reach quiet close to the place by 7:30PM, but the traffic police deputed to handle the influx of vehicles to the concert area were clearly incapable of handling such volume… so it took us 20 minutes to cover a couple of kilometers. Which in hindsight I could have walked in half the time if I had set my mind and not sat on my ass fretting and fuming at my inconsiderate bosses.
I reach the concert arena at 8:00 and by the time I get my turn to enter it is already 10 minutes and two songs into the concert.
They were singing some song I could not pay attention as I was intent on getting as close to the center of the arena to get better acoustics and view. A few hands shook and a few backs slapped and apologizing for pushing off, I reached my vantage point by the time the song finished… That was ‘Falling in love (is hard on the knees)’
For me the concert started with ‘Cryin’ [ Could I have been prophetic? ]
Steven Tyler swigging from a water bottle, gurgling and then spitting on the audience… pulling his t-shirt to display ‘lick me’ on his waist…
Eat the rich, Jaded, What it takes, Baby please don’t go [from Honkin’ on Bobo]…
Two wooden chairs on the extended ramp. Steven Tyler and Joe Perry start a acoustic version of “Hangman’s jury” and then move to “Seasons of Wither” which develops in to a regular electric version midway reaching a crescendo and continues into ‘Dream on’ as Joe Perry screams ‘Dream on baby’…
Last child, Livin’ on the edge…
Then Joe ‘fuckin’ Perry as he was introduced by Tyler takes the centerstage… he tells us that they’d been waiting to perform in India and that they were always fascinated with India for all the right reasons : not for the elephant rides, not for the colourful things that you put on your hands but for the Kamasutra. And then he explains that Aerosmith were always about messin’ around and what better teaches that than Kamasutra?
That was his way of introducing the trippy and bluesy ‘stop messin’ around’ which he sang brilliantly apart from the licks on the guitar with a few Jimi Hendrix imitations [simulated sex with the monitors on stage with the guitar, playing the guitar behind his back] thrown in…
Then Tom Hamilton is introduced and walks to the end of the ramp where he begins the signature bass lines which bring ‘sweet emotion’ to life…
Draw the line… and the band walks off stage.
The crowd cries out for more… and Steven Tyler comes on stage with a ‘Mysore peTa’ [Mysore Turban, a unique piece of headgear if there is one…] There’s no Run DMC this time around, but Aerosmith “walk this way”. And what the heck they are off again…
The crowd shouts for more and they are not going towards the exit yet.
Tyler comes out again as the crowd shouts for Joe ‘Fucking’ Perry and after a minute more, Tyler says looks like you got him and Joe comes out. Tyler says they will play 2 more songs. A mushy “I don’t want to miss a thing” later, the police surprise the band. As everyone leaves the stage, Tyler is heard saying apologetically: “they’re dragging us off the stage guys”
The crowd of about 25000 was well behaved… It was an evening they’ll remember equally for it’s magic as much as the music that the cops killed. Some of the best numbers were probably saved for the encore but were cut short.
I was there. Despite their best efforts, everyone who conspired against me [my bosses, my colleagues, traffic police, Bangalore’s lousy undisciplined drivers] that day, failed.
10 minutes, 2 songs. That’s all they could dock from my concert account. Fuckin’ Losers.
The day’s packed. I am sick of waiting for the “clients” who are supposed to come to our office. As the HR bumpkins scamper around trying to spruce up the place, I am reminded of a Kannada saying ‘boLammanige singaara maaDidru’ [they decked up the widow].
They were supposed to come at 12:00PM, finally they arrived at 2:30PM. Which meant that I’d be cutting it too fine for the concert. Pissed already because I’m looking like a jerk, dressed in formals on a Saturday when I should have been rightfully ogling babes in 4th Block, I curse out loud. I have to get home after this charade, quick change into something more comfortable for a live concert and rush back 15 kilometers… It’s not gonna be easy.
Thankfully, they hogged like err… hogs in the conference room and very not too keen on listening to our droning, so we were spared. It was 6:00PM when I got out of office. 15 kilometers to my place. Concert starts at 7:30PM
Do I dash home? Do I go to the concert looking like some honcho from Microsoft? I realize there is no time to do a Ham-let, so I quickly get transport and head home. I’ll take my chance… I reach home at 6:55PM. By the time I reach the main door, I am stripped to my waist… My neighbors usually don’t look into our compound, but if someone did notice my circus, stripping with one hand holding the bag in another and trying to get my black leather shoes off with the legs, tangling up and almost tripping, they would not have been surprised. They have seen me do crazier things.
7:00PM I rush out of the house while buttoning my shirt and hail the first auto that passes in front of my house. I tell the driver that I need to be inside palace grounds before 7:30PM and that my life depends on it. He thinks I’m a hero rushing to protect my girl. He grins and says OK boss!!! Rest easy.
I know it’s not possible, but why break the man’s heart? To be fair to him, he did reach quiet close to the place by 7:30PM, but the traffic police deputed to handle the influx of vehicles to the concert area were clearly incapable of handling such volume… so it took us 20 minutes to cover a couple of kilometers. Which in hindsight I could have walked in half the time if I had set my mind and not sat on my ass fretting and fuming at my inconsiderate bosses.
I reach the concert arena at 8:00 and by the time I get my turn to enter it is already 10 minutes and two songs into the concert.
They were singing some song I could not pay attention as I was intent on getting as close to the center of the arena to get better acoustics and view. A few hands shook and a few backs slapped and apologizing for pushing off, I reached my vantage point by the time the song finished… That was ‘Falling in love (is hard on the knees)’
For me the concert started with ‘Cryin’ [ Could I have been prophetic? ]
Steven Tyler swigging from a water bottle, gurgling and then spitting on the audience… pulling his t-shirt to display ‘lick me’ on his waist…
Eat the rich, Jaded, What it takes, Baby please don’t go [from Honkin’ on Bobo]…
Two wooden chairs on the extended ramp. Steven Tyler and Joe Perry start a acoustic version of “Hangman’s jury” and then move to “Seasons of Wither” which develops in to a regular electric version midway reaching a crescendo and continues into ‘Dream on’ as Joe Perry screams ‘Dream on baby’…
Last child, Livin’ on the edge…
Then Joe ‘fuckin’ Perry as he was introduced by Tyler takes the centerstage… he tells us that they’d been waiting to perform in India and that they were always fascinated with India for all the right reasons : not for the elephant rides, not for the colourful things that you put on your hands but for the Kamasutra. And then he explains that Aerosmith were always about messin’ around and what better teaches that than Kamasutra?
That was his way of introducing the trippy and bluesy ‘stop messin’ around’ which he sang brilliantly apart from the licks on the guitar with a few Jimi Hendrix imitations [simulated sex with the monitors on stage with the guitar, playing the guitar behind his back] thrown in…
Then Tom Hamilton is introduced and walks to the end of the ramp where he begins the signature bass lines which bring ‘sweet emotion’ to life…
Draw the line… and the band walks off stage.
The crowd cries out for more… and Steven Tyler comes on stage with a ‘Mysore peTa’ [Mysore Turban, a unique piece of headgear if there is one…] There’s no Run DMC this time around, but Aerosmith “walk this way”. And what the heck they are off again…
The crowd shouts for more and they are not going towards the exit yet.
Tyler comes out again as the crowd shouts for Joe ‘Fucking’ Perry and after a minute more, Tyler says looks like you got him and Joe comes out. Tyler says they will play 2 more songs. A mushy “I don’t want to miss a thing” later, the police surprise the band. As everyone leaves the stage, Tyler is heard saying apologetically: “they’re dragging us off the stage guys”
The crowd of about 25000 was well behaved… It was an evening they’ll remember equally for it’s magic as much as the music that the cops killed. Some of the best numbers were probably saved for the encore but were cut short.
I was there. Despite their best efforts, everyone who conspired against me [my bosses, my colleagues, traffic police, Bangalore’s lousy undisciplined drivers] that day, failed.
10 minutes, 2 songs. That’s all they could dock from my concert account. Fuckin’ Losers.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Saturday, April 07, 2007
My personality type...
| ENTP - "Inventor". Enthusiastic interest in everything and always sensitive to possibilities. Non-conformist and innovative. 3.2% of the total population. |
Friday, April 06, 2007
The Blu Magnet
In death, there is redemption
- Captain Nemo
The old man sat cross legged on the balcony. Back ramrod straight, staring into a distance, unaware of the restless movements of the young listeners around him, some lying down on their sides, some on their backs, some sitting in awkward positions. The night was cool without being chilly. After a while of silent staring, the old man slowly got back to the present from wherever his mind had wandered. He cleared his throat and started :
A long time ago, there was a young boy who was full of life and love for everything around him. His closest friends said he had strange supernatural powers, they called him the Blu Magnet : Blu is short for Bad Luck. He could not predict future but whatever he suggested to his friends turned out to be the best possible alternative, but soon after the success of the other person, Blu’s effort would fail. Such successes of others and failures of Blu ranged from passing exams to getting a job to holding on to a job. If he touched someone ill, the person would get well soon and some of the symptoms would appear in Blu. He seemed to be unconcerned about all these happenings, willing to help anyone in trouble, living on whatever limited resources he could mobilize, attracting others bad luck and being a nobody to everyone who did not know him. Sometimes, strangers would come to him for advice, hearing about his success as a counselor from someone… He never accepted that he was a healer or a miracle monger and laughed off all such suggestions.
Blu was an orphan. He had lost his parents at birth… mother died at childbirth and father as soon as he got the news of his wife’s death. Blu grew up in an orphanage without ever getting to know who his parents were or where he belonged to or if he had any siblings. Some people thought it was unnatural that he did not even show any curiosity to know about his origins.
He went to school and made some friends who started realizing that there was something strange about this boy with wide, shining eyes and dimply smile. There were a few things missing in his life… fear, sadness and self-pity. He had never been known to cry for himself. He spread cheer around wherever he was. A wise counsel, healer, brother, friend.
On his 22nd birthday, he accompanied a friend to the hospital. He had met the friend accidentally while on his way for some important work. As he stood in the lobby waiting for his friend to fill in the required form, he saw a girl being wheeled in to an emergency ward after collapsing while climbing stairs to attend her final year degree classes. Her ragged breathing and her glazed eyes caused an intense pain in Blu’s heart. As he moved towards her, his friend held him back realizing what was happening. But Blu couldn’t be stopped. He moved beside the stretched out form and held her hand wishing with all the will at his command for her to get well and for his friends’ belief that he was a healer to be true. For the first time, he felt sadness and fear, they shone in his eyes.
He forgot about his work that he had set out for. He forgot about the birthday get together that his friends had planned for that evening. He did not even notice the strange stares of the girls’ parents, friends and relatives, he just sat outside the ward while the doctors and nurses ran in and out, wheeling her in and out for tests with oxygen bottles to help her breathe and intravenous infusions running into her all the time…
The girl was diagnosed to have a serious heart condition after a day of tests. On the second day, the girl opened her eyes and mouthed a few whispered words into her waiting father’s ears. The surprised father asked Blu to come into the ward, the next time the doctor allowed visiting. He had not eaten or drunk anything throughout that period despite pleas from his concerned friends, who had come to take him back, but stayed back after seeing his determination. They all waited for a miracle to happen. As he heard the invite, Blu’s eyes lit up for the first time in two days.
He walked tentatively into the room, not knowing what to speak to the girl he did not even know, but felt a tremendous love for… He held her hand and kept looking at her calm sleeping face, after a while she opened her eyes and smiled. Blu smiled back and said : “I wish you life and love.” He stood there for some more time, looking into her eyes. They were no more glazed, instead they glowed, full of life. As Blu walked out of the ward, he was smiling his old dimply smile.
A week later, the doctors amazed at her recovery, allowed the girl to leave the hospital with a recommendation that her heart condition has to be monitored frequently to avoid emergencies.
As he stood outside the hospital and watched the girl leave, a content Blu knew he would never have to fear again or feel sadness… That one time was enough. He had been redeemed by his maker as he collapsed and died.”
The disquieting story had stilled all movement from his young listeners. It was quite for a long time before the obvious questions piped up. Who was the girl? What happened to her? Why did Blu have to die to save her?
The old man replied with a smile : She is someone you all know, she still lives a happy life… Blu died so that you all could come into being and live.
- Captain Nemo
The old man sat cross legged on the balcony. Back ramrod straight, staring into a distance, unaware of the restless movements of the young listeners around him, some lying down on their sides, some on their backs, some sitting in awkward positions. The night was cool without being chilly. After a while of silent staring, the old man slowly got back to the present from wherever his mind had wandered. He cleared his throat and started :
A long time ago, there was a young boy who was full of life and love for everything around him. His closest friends said he had strange supernatural powers, they called him the Blu Magnet : Blu is short for Bad Luck. He could not predict future but whatever he suggested to his friends turned out to be the best possible alternative, but soon after the success of the other person, Blu’s effort would fail. Such successes of others and failures of Blu ranged from passing exams to getting a job to holding on to a job. If he touched someone ill, the person would get well soon and some of the symptoms would appear in Blu. He seemed to be unconcerned about all these happenings, willing to help anyone in trouble, living on whatever limited resources he could mobilize, attracting others bad luck and being a nobody to everyone who did not know him. Sometimes, strangers would come to him for advice, hearing about his success as a counselor from someone… He never accepted that he was a healer or a miracle monger and laughed off all such suggestions.
Blu was an orphan. He had lost his parents at birth… mother died at childbirth and father as soon as he got the news of his wife’s death. Blu grew up in an orphanage without ever getting to know who his parents were or where he belonged to or if he had any siblings. Some people thought it was unnatural that he did not even show any curiosity to know about his origins.
He went to school and made some friends who started realizing that there was something strange about this boy with wide, shining eyes and dimply smile. There were a few things missing in his life… fear, sadness and self-pity. He had never been known to cry for himself. He spread cheer around wherever he was. A wise counsel, healer, brother, friend.
On his 22nd birthday, he accompanied a friend to the hospital. He had met the friend accidentally while on his way for some important work. As he stood in the lobby waiting for his friend to fill in the required form, he saw a girl being wheeled in to an emergency ward after collapsing while climbing stairs to attend her final year degree classes. Her ragged breathing and her glazed eyes caused an intense pain in Blu’s heart. As he moved towards her, his friend held him back realizing what was happening. But Blu couldn’t be stopped. He moved beside the stretched out form and held her hand wishing with all the will at his command for her to get well and for his friends’ belief that he was a healer to be true. For the first time, he felt sadness and fear, they shone in his eyes.
He forgot about his work that he had set out for. He forgot about the birthday get together that his friends had planned for that evening. He did not even notice the strange stares of the girls’ parents, friends and relatives, he just sat outside the ward while the doctors and nurses ran in and out, wheeling her in and out for tests with oxygen bottles to help her breathe and intravenous infusions running into her all the time…
The girl was diagnosed to have a serious heart condition after a day of tests. On the second day, the girl opened her eyes and mouthed a few whispered words into her waiting father’s ears. The surprised father asked Blu to come into the ward, the next time the doctor allowed visiting. He had not eaten or drunk anything throughout that period despite pleas from his concerned friends, who had come to take him back, but stayed back after seeing his determination. They all waited for a miracle to happen. As he heard the invite, Blu’s eyes lit up for the first time in two days.
He walked tentatively into the room, not knowing what to speak to the girl he did not even know, but felt a tremendous love for… He held her hand and kept looking at her calm sleeping face, after a while she opened her eyes and smiled. Blu smiled back and said : “I wish you life and love.” He stood there for some more time, looking into her eyes. They were no more glazed, instead they glowed, full of life. As Blu walked out of the ward, he was smiling his old dimply smile.
A week later, the doctors amazed at her recovery, allowed the girl to leave the hospital with a recommendation that her heart condition has to be monitored frequently to avoid emergencies.
As he stood outside the hospital and watched the girl leave, a content Blu knew he would never have to fear again or feel sadness… That one time was enough. He had been redeemed by his maker as he collapsed and died.”
The disquieting story had stilled all movement from his young listeners. It was quite for a long time before the obvious questions piped up. Who was the girl? What happened to her? Why did Blu have to die to save her?
The old man replied with a smile : She is someone you all know, she still lives a happy life… Blu died so that you all could come into being and live.
Thursday, November 23, 2006
I am the Sun...
You are The Sun
Happiness, Content, Joy.
The meanings for the Sun are fairly simple and consistent.
Young, healthy, new, fresh. The brain is working, things that were muddled come clear, everything falls into place, and everything seems to go your way.
The Sun is ruled by the Sun, of course. This is the light that comes after the long dark night, Apollo to the Moon's Diana. A positive card, it promises you your day in the sun. Glory, gain, triumph, pleasure, truth, success. As the moon symbolized inspiration from the unconscious, from dreams, this card symbolizes discoveries made fully consciousness and wide awake. You have an understanding and enjoyment of science and math, beautifully constructed music, carefully reasoned philosophy. It is a card of intellect, clarity of mind, and feelings of youthful energy.
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