Poets of the Fall

No, I’m not calling myself that! Although, it does sound like an apt title, that’s bound to bloat my already inflated ego to astronomical proportions. Patience pays. If you keep reading, you will eventually figure out the meaning of the title.

 

Well, it seems blogging runs in the family. I just chanced upon my brother’s blog. Being much more geeky (or brainy, if you want it that way) than me, he split his blog into two – a guitar/music blog and a math blog. (Since mathematics is a rather touchy topic, we shall desist from discussing it here, ok?)

 

Anyway, so this chap was educated at an IIT – THE best institute for technical education in India, he is obviously a superbrain (or the other way round, if it pleases you). Actually, I’d like to believe that I’m no dud either, but ahem… I’m ‘not quite the brightest star in the galaxy',’ let’s say.

 

To cut a long story (of my brain’s processing power versus my brother’s) short, he reviewed a song by one of my favourite bands – Poets of the Fall (POTF). I simply love the poetic flow of the lyrics, the nice guitaring, and the overall feel of the music. I’m no techie and talk of blended genres, guitar chords, ‘grungy’ themes and deep meanings drawn from videos/lyrics just bounces off me.

 

But, the review of one of my favourite songs – Carnival of Rust that I read on his blog was pretty impressive. I won’t dwell much on it because I simply can’t. So, I suggest you read it for yourself here.

 

Meanwhile, I can utilise my core competency (please excuse the XLRI HR lingo) which consists primarily of CCP (cut-copy-paste). Simply put, I’m pasting a snippet of the lyrics to the song here, check it out too.

 

Come feed the rain
'Cos I'm thirsty for your love,
Dancing underneath the skies of lust
Yeah feed the rain
'Cos without your love
My life ain't nothing but this carnival of rust

P.S. Do try and listen to other stuff by Poets of the Fall (I don’t like saying POTF, so I type out the entire name) like ‘Late Goodbye’ or ‘Locking up the Sun’.

Long Ago…

 

Long ago, somewhere far away,

beneath the sky, a kindly blue,

we walked together, hand-in-hand,

dreaming away, just me and you.

 

Long ago, somewhere far away,

on days painted in lovely hue,

we spent evenings coated in bliss,

relishing the taste of love that was true.

 

Long ago, somewhere far away,

there’s a place, now vanished from view,

where the pieces of broken hearts lie,

some belong to me, some belong to you.

Desolate Thoughts

 

Flightless emotions,

trapped in a cage.

Struggling for freedom,

crying out in rage.

Earth Hour

I wanted to be a part of the Earth Hour yesterday. But, I had to attend dinner at a VIP’s house, where more lights than necessary were switched on. So, I could not participate.

 

However, I’ve resolved to do my part by ensuring that each day is Earth day, and each hour is Earth hour, by switching off all unnecessary electrical appliances around me.

 

I think if all of us resolve to do so, we would surely conserve huge amounts of power, and do a little bit towards the environment.

 

What say?