skillz that thrillz!!

so there i was familiarizing myself with the ball they have given me. it was a size 3. smaller than the standard size 5 and as such harder to control. so red bull, the sponsor gave all the participants the aforementioned fizz. djuice gave them shirts.
now, i have seen my share of free styling but honestly, the creativity of that lot was astonishing. one participant balanced the can on his forehead, placed a ball on top of that and in one swift motion balanced both on the base of his neck! wow! i wish i was that good. There were pathans that had driven in and irani boys that talked fast and juggled even faster. long story short, i was in heaven. i did every trick i knew in the 2 minutes they gave me. hehehe... itna maza aya. music (sexy bitch :D) blared is the background. the crowd clapped, hooted. i kept on thrillin with me skillin.
so far... the new year is going well. not is a single moment without magic. i even scored the equalizer in the dying seconds yesterday. let there be magic!

who's really on fire?

so john mayer is lapping up the praise like he wrote the songs. two of my all time favourites, i'm on fire by bruce springsteen and free fallin' by tom petty have been covered by the young man. fine renditions, no doubt. good variation, soulful (fine!) vocals nice tempo waghaira waghaira... but please! please! and i cannot put this in simpler words, you are not a patch on my heroes! so when rj frootie or whoever the hell says 'here is john mayer with i'm on fire, which i think, is even better than the original by springsteen' i want reach into the radio and somehow convince her to swallow the microphone she is blaspheming into.
I have seen the way sprinsteen contorts his face, almost in agony, to carry a note. the way he howls during each performance. the countdown before each song. the energy. hence, the fitting name... boss.
Once springsteen was playing the harmonica in a live performance and he kept stomping his foot. He stomped it so hard, over and over again that in due course a pitcher full of water (for the boss's hydration, ofcourse) resting on a nearby table tipped over and fell to the floor. shattered. the boss, unphased just went on playing. Why? Because he's all about the music. Nothing else. If you've heard the original 'i'm on fire' you'll know what i'm talking about.
Free Fallin' ost Jerry Mcguire plays in the movie at a point when the protagonist knee deep in anxiety and tension, finally gets his big break. He tunes the radio back and forth until he reaches a song that sings to his heart. He smiles, drums the steering, sings along.
So a word of caution to the mayor of music :D. sing. you are good. If there was anyone in this day and age that i would trust with my music it would be you... but... be careful bruv... tread softly... for you tread on my dreams, bitch.

2010... 1984.

I figured that moving through air would pretty much be the same as moving through water, and to my dismay it wasn't. It took me a while to realise that floating in this medium had nothing to do with how I flapped my arms or paddled my feet. Like molasses, like a rudderless sailboat on a still day, I meandered through the air. Apparently, floating through the air had everything to do with the mind and nothing to do with the body. I had to take a mental snapshot of the room, visualize myself cutting through it, and it would be so.
There were colorful couches on both sides of the hall. The floor was polished marble and a grand crystal chandelier hung from the center of the ceiling, and there I was heading straight for it. "Look out!" came a shout. I looked down and saw SK. "What is she doing in my dream?" I wondered. "Assalamoalaikum Jee" came a reflex action. "Baita, please fly lower, you'll hurt yourself", she half scolded. I visualized me descending a lower altitude, and so it was.
Down the lobby was a picture window. I could see the most beautiful conifers against the snowcapped mountains. Beams of dazzling sunlight fell on pine cones and revealed the blazing hues of exotic birds in flight. It was like heaven. But as I continued down the sharp bend, it slowly became colder. The hall became barren, no luminous chandelier, no picture window, only a long chilling passageway that grew darker and darker. I could no longer float and slowly settled on the chilling floor.
I was standing on a diving board like platform and there were gushing streams of water under me. Artificial, dark, hateful. I knew I had to jump into the gushing stream and swim up. It was impossible! I couldn't be done! Then some force pushed me off the platform.
I woke up feeling strange, disoriented. A good friend provided interesting insights, analyzed my subconscious visions. Thank you for that.
Be as it may, this new year’s resolution is never forgetting how to fly and to never standing over gushing waters alone. Carpe Diem!