The potential to make someone very unhappy.
Someone told me that I had that once.

To give someone something. To have them enjoy it.
It will have been a pleasure.

Christmas Babies

Megan

Maya

Tama

I thought that Christmas was all about presents.
But it's not. Not really.
It's about eggnog!

heh :)
for Andrew's mom

Category: Happy Holidays

Christmas Carol

It feels lovely to be able to wake up when my body feels like it.


Category: Happy Holidays :)

It's not so hard to figure out what the important things are.
Even if all you have is a bad memory.

Strange. To the point

Truth. Fiction


Category: Poe

You hide from people not realizing that no one's looking for you.

Category: Dullard

Date: Sat, Jul 30, 2005 at 4:44 PM

Pi, I'm afraid that we'll end up end up having conversations that go


Me- ha!
You- hoo
Me- mother boo


Or something.


…oh well, life's like that.


Catch you around.


K

Going Nowhere

Ladies & Gentles,

We've been waiting a long time to make this announcement :)

Lounge Piranha's debut album Going Nowhere will release on Oct 12th with a show at the Alliance Francaise!

Following this, the band will hop on their own little bus for a two week road tour of India to promote the album! The tour will include Bangalore, Hyderabad, Chennai, Mumbai, Pilani, Delhi, and Manipal. The entire effort has taken months of planning and we hope our fans & supporters from Bangalore and around the country will help us make it a big success. Do visit www.loungepiranha.com for schedules and details and help us spread the word. During the tour our blog http://fullygaan.blogspot.com will continue to be regularly updated so do come by and see how it progresses...

What: 'Going Nowhere' album launch show
Where: Alliance Francaise, Bangalore
When: Sunday, 12th Oct, 7.30pm
How: 99 bucks
And: Album and merchandise will be on sale

and please not forget...
www.loungepiranha.com for one cup sykosis
www.myspace.com/loungepiranhamusic for one spoon noise

He thought I was racist
Because I acknowledged that Pakistani green was a colour.
It is
And I'm not.

Category 1: Shades of green
Category 2: I love Pakistan

Everytime I saw your name
I thought
AS IF!
:-)

Category: Abstention

Kerala

Scarlett

Did you hope that I would notice it one day and laugh??

I did.
:)


Category: Scarlett

Coorg

Some people leave you feeling warm all over.
Especially if they have dimples and light brown eyes.

:)

Category: Butterflies

'It doesn't dignify a response.' She thought.
So she neither dignified nor responded to it.

Category 1:People
Category 2:Strangers

Women do everything emotionally.
Isn't it?
ISN'T IT???
She asked.
(a bit emotionally, if you ask me)

Awake. Past night. Past midnight. Early morning. Birds.
And when I went outside the world was still. Very still. A suffocating sort of still.
The clouds, the air. My mind.

Being this way, it goes against my grain. How can I know a person and not care?
And yet, for me being social; making the effort to know people more. More people know.
More people. Know people. I'm getting carried away here:)
Being social is like that for me. It's like knowing people. Just not enough to care.
How could I be that way?

Category: Being that way

Saying goodnight sometimes means goodbye.

Temple Town

I wanted to go to a temple town. I imagined it would be like this.
Stone and cool against my skin. And that the world would stop.


Category: Hampi

An experiment

I'm being social.
:)


Category: Social

I can only wonder at someone who can tell a baldfaced lie and not remember it.

Unexpected. Quite.

The rational counters the emotional.

Kempt, rather than unkempt.


Category: Preferences

Now all you have to do is find the question.



:)

Observation, memory


If anybody wanted answers, here are a couple.

French Summer



Cathèdrale de Notredame

When people ask me if I'm excited about going, I smile excitedly and say, 'Yes! I surely am.'



Category: Fraud

simpletron

Ladies and gentlemen,

One simple announcement.

Lounge Piranha LIVE at Maya (3rd Floor, Bombay Store Bldg, M.G. Rd)
Sunday, 13th July, 2008
9pm onwards


and please not forget...
www.loungepiranha.com for one cup sykosis
www.myspace.com/loungepiranhamusic for one spoon noise

I remember telling him that I wouldn't tell him the answer (and there is an answer).
I told him that he would use it against me if he figured it out. But he wanted to know anyway.
So I told him that it was Newton's third.
And it is.
I don't think he'll figure it out. And even if he did, he'd never know where to use it.


Category: Newton's third

A priest came home to talk to me about Catholicism today.
And I was taken to another last week to be spoken to as well.
Word on the street's that I'm the last standing Catholic.
I'm a rarity. I'm valuable :) and a BASTION OF HOPE!


Category 1: Diminishing marginal utility.
Category 2: How to be a bastion

Now and again I glimpse the isolation that is me,that is everyone. It scares me because it's lonely.
Not alone.
It's like that ringing sound you hear in your head. Never exactly there.
Never gone.



Category: Doomsday prophet/ chasing after the wind

Lounge Piranha to the rescue

Winter was approaching and a jail cell was hardly a comfortable place to spend it. Well not in 19th century Paris anyway. In his cell tower in the north wing, God continued to fidget, waiting for his next opportunity to take it all back from the Pigs. It didn't look like happening anytime soon. The cell tower was a 6 storey building that rose from the ground like the top of a giant pencil. It only contained three cells in the top three storeys and a single door below which opened to a staircase leading straight upwards with access to the three cells. It was the most heavily guarded part of the prison. Only their most crucially important prisoners were kept here and a small platoon of guards were appointed to make sure that they stayed there. Pimpletron was in the cell just below God's. He looked out through the little ventilation slits in the walls at the rain outside and shuddered once again at the cold. Winter was approaching quickly and there weren't many people about in the streets outside. He thought he saw a strange creature moving through the shadows, he squinted at it and saw that it stopped near a wall, put up a poster, looked around to make sure it wasn't spotted, and then carried on. Half a minute later, it did it again. Apparently this creature was going to continue this routine through the course of the night and he wondered what the poster might be about. It didn't matter too much at this point, he thought to himself. With him in here and God up there, there wasn't much anyone could else could do. He wondered what would happen to Paris now that the Pigs had it. One thing was sure though. For the moment band night would continue to be on Sundays.

Lounge Piranha LIVE at Maya
Sunday, June 15th, 2008
Entry 150

come see some new songs this time.


and please not forget...
www.loungepiranha.com for one cup sykosis
www.myspace.com/loungepiranhamusic for one spoon noise

I named the new street dog today. We decided to call her Superstar (Soup for convenience). It was either that or Prince of Darkness.
And I ate the best mango ever.


Category: Routine, mundane

'I said which one of them should I kill first.
Not which one of them should I kill. There's a difference'


Category: Motherhood :)

Instructions to the baby

Megan sit with Maya not on her.


Category: Megan Pagan, Maya Papaya

READ ALL ABOUT IT!

The Piranha will debut in Mumbai this weekend! If you're in the city, come off for the show and if you're not, do tell your friends in big bad Bombay about it.. :)

What: Lounge Piranha LIVE in Mumbai as part of the RSJ pubrock fest
Where: Firangi Pani, Fun Republic, Andheri (W), Mumbai
When: Sunday 18th of May, 9.30pm

For those of you on Facebook, the event is at:
http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=13761208502&ref=mf

and this is Lounge Piranha's Facebook page by the way
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Lounge-Piranha/9233968029

and please not forget...
www.loungepiranha.com for one cup sykosis
www.myspace.com/loungepiranhamusic for one spoon noise

Loss

I lost my scissors, a bell from the chain round my waist and a little bit of weight.

Roopa-On Cheating

No baby, I'm not angry.
Now, DRINK YOUR ARSENIC.



:)

Prayer to Saint Jude- Patron Saint of Lost Causes

Most holy apostle, Saint Jude, faithful servant and friend of Jesus, the Church honors and invokes you universally, as the patron of hopeless cases, of things almost despaired of. Pray for me, I am so helpless and alone. Make use I implore you, of that particular privilege given to you, to bring visible and speedy help where help is almost despaired of. Come to my assistance in this great need that I may receive the consolation and help of heaven in all my necessities, tribulations, and sufferings, particularly - (Here make your request) and that I may praise God with you and all the elect forever. I promise, O blessed Saint Jude, to be ever mindful of this great favor, to always honor you as my special and powerful patron, and to gratefully encourage devotion to you.
Amen.


Category: Comfort, repetition, prayer

Slight hope
dangles on a string
Like slow spinning redemption...

-Vindicated,Dashboard Confessionals

Pimpletron started to retrace his path back toward the huge black gates. As he came out of the cellars and into the prison courtyard, he sensed something different. He stopped in his tracks. His spider sense was tingalingaling. The courtyard looked the same but... it came to him in a flash - where were the guards he had knocked out with his flower of somnolence? A cold fear gripped Pimpletron. Before he could react a huge net fell on him from above. He tried to free himself from it but he only got more entangled in the mess. "It's no use Pimpletron", said a pig in an Armani suit stepping out of the shadows, "the more you struggle the more it traps you". "Capitalist swine!", Pimpletron spat towards him. "Better a French capitalist than an English fop", replied the pig with a smile, "Welcome to Paris Pimpernel, we've been expecting you". The guards had come around now and surrounded the prisoner. The pig lit up a cigar, "So you want to destroy us from the inside eh? Well we'll see about that won't we?" He stepped closer to Pimpernel, "Band nights", he said pronouncing the words slowly, "Are on Sundays. Take him away guards!"

Lounge Piranha Maya gig RESCHEDULED to Sunday May 11th 2008, 9pm

and please not forget...
www.loungepiranha.com for one cup sykosis
www.myspace.com/loungepiranhamusic for one spoon noise

"A seal from the leader?", the guard asked incredulously, "Can I see it?". "Yes of course", replied the cripple reaching into his pocket and producing a flower. The guard looked at him askance. "Go on, smell it", the cripple encouraged. Which the guard did and immediately feeling woozy, slumped to the ground unconcious. The cripple moved fast. He took the keys, opened the giant gates of the prison and scurried inside. A series of unconcious guards followed. He was in the most well guarded prison in all of Paris. He hurried through quietly until he found the cellar he was looking for. And there sitting on a lonely wooden bench, looking very very miserable, was God. "Pssst", said the cripple. "What" said God, barely looking up from the floor. This surprised the cripple. "Ahem", he cleared his throat and produced a piece of pad with a sheet on it, he looked at it carefully and then up at the man in the cellar. "I'm looking for a God, G-O-D? Is that you?". "Yes", replied the man in the cellar disinterestedly, "What do you want?". "I'm here to rescue you sir". God looked up with a little more interest and scrutinized the cripple. "You're not really a cripple, who are you?", he asked. "I believe we've never met sir, I'm the Scarlet Pimpletron, very pleased to meet you". God was all action now. "Scarlet Pimpletron?! I've been hearing good things about you man!" "Time is of essence", the Pimpletron whispered, "We need to go now". God thought about this for a moment. "The time for me to take back the universe is not yet ripe. The bourgeois pigs find it difficult to control you humans. We should destroy their structure from the inside. When their little flirtation with power is all but fallen to pieces, I shall step in and take back what is rightfully mine. Until then, with your help I shall direct the anti-revolution revolution from right here in prison". Pimpletron was immediately impressed and nodded his approval. "And when I do get the universe, the world and the seven days of the week back", God continued lowering his voice, "you can have Mondays for yourself. Consider it my reward to you". Pimpletron was delirious, "Very well then. I shall leave now. What is your first edict for overthrowing the pigs?". God went into a trance for a full minute before he came out to answer the question, his lips curving into a half smile."Band night", he said, "Bring it back to Thursday where it belongs".

Lounge Piranha LIVE and raucous at Maya!
(Maya is on the 3rd Floor of the Bombay Store building on M.G. Rd)
Thursday, 8th May, 2008
Entry Rs 150


and please not forget...
www.loungepiranha.com for one cup sykosis
www.myspace.com/loungepiranhamusic for one spoon noise

I'm pretty sure there's a "How to be an arse for Dummies" handbook out there for managers.

Courtesy:www.notesinmypocket.blogspot.com

Mayday, Mayday

Ladies & Gentlemen,

After several weeks, nay months, of relaxation, introspection, beaches & buses, motorcycles & elephants, new material and new songs being worked on, the Piranha is returneth to the blinding lights of the silver stage. One super show happened in Manipal last weekend following which this Sunday will be a gig with ANHAD and next week we will proudly return to Maya with a bunch of new songs.

ANHAD (Act Now for Harmony And Democracy - www.anhadin.net) is a Delhi based organisation who we have supported in the past with a show in Ahmedabad, and we continue to support fully with the show this weekend. It will be an evening of art, theatre, poetry and music celebrating cultural diversity. For those of you who are opposed to the forces of communalism which have permeated into our society, this might be a good opportunity to come show your support for more communal harmony.

Venue: Samsa (outdoor amphitheatre behind Ravindra Kalakshetra, next to the Town Hall)
Date: Sunday 4th May
Schedule: 4pm onwards - artists, painters, designers, photographers create for communal harmony
7pm - The Barracuda Blues Band
8pm - Lounge Piranha


and please not forget...
www.loungepiranha.com for one cup sykosis
www.myspace.com/loungepiranhamusic for one spoon noise

Sleepy Sunday- Emerald Isles

Horton Hears a Who!
:)

Respect women.
I CAME from a woman.
My Momma is a woman!


-Wyclef Jean

:)

It's hard to unknow what you know.

It wasn't about being comfortable.
More about not being uncomfortable.

Deep in the human unconsciousness is a pervasive need for a logical universe that makes sense. But the real universe is always one step beyond logic.
-from 'The Sayings of Muad'Dib' by the Princess Irulan

Lounge Piranha

Brendan Fraser was feeling awkward. The three men seated across the table were not amused. "So where exactly were you?", they wanted to know. "Look I had a rough year - it happens to the best of us no? And I just needed to disappear completely..", he stammered. "You have responsibilities here which you neglected, projects left half finished", they countered. "I know I know but I'm back now and I'll take care of it", he tried. "Take care of it?", asked one of the men leaning forward and taking off his sun glasses, "How do you plan to take care of it?". "Look I saw the mountains and I saw the sea, I saw the forests and I felt the glory. I thought about it and I know what I need to do now. Can I have the part?". There was a moment of silence. "You were good in part one, but too expensive for part two, if we cast you in part three how do we know whether you'll be around for part four?", they asked him. "I give you my word. As simple as that. Scouts honour. How's that?" The three men looked at each other and nodded.

So anyway, George is back from the jungle.

Lounge Piranha is alive at Maya.

Sunday, 9th March, 2008, 9pm onwards

Hundred and fifty bucks entry.


and please not forget...
www.loungepiranha.com for one cup sykosis
www.myspace.com/loungepiranhamusic for one spoon noise

My mother told me that anger begets anger
And that I should be kind.





Bekinbekindbekindbekindbekind

When we have, we don't need.

Megan Pagan, Maya Papaya

She wondered how long it would be before she broke under the strain of interest genres and niceties.





Category 1:Corporate
Category 2:Corporate Whore?

All my mind could think of was Solomon.
If anyone could understand that.


Category: Chasing wind

Catch Lord K, live

While surreptitiously taking a U-turn at a NO U-turn turn, Lord K is suddenly accosted by a 'Yain Saar??'
'Me, no Kannada speakings.' Lord K pleads illiteracy in perfectly rubbish English and carries on turning.

In the mean time,Inspector Subra whips out his Inspector cap, straightens his Inspector badge and communicates his Inspector communications to Sub Inspector Mani at the end of the road.

'Baddi magane catch madu.' He growls into his high performance radio transmitter. ' Avanu alive ir bayku.'
Which when loosely translated would mean,
'Catch the bugger. I want him alive.'




Yainu? (What)- 777 (Lord K) live at the Fireflies Festival
Yaawaaga? (When)- 23rd February 6:00pm to 24th February 6:00 am
Yellidhe? (Where)- Fireflies Ashram, Dinnepalya off Kanakapura Road
Yaake? (Why)- Because we like him


777

Me- Mamma, I'll move out and live on my own?
My mother- (Barely looking up from what she's reading)mm ok.



....
that was easier than I expected.

Pagan

Kiran/Megan

When I want to feel content I make a sandwich.
And for a little more contentedness – I add cheese.


Courtesy: http://spazsimchasm.blogspot.com/ (extract)
Funny :)

'Don't run on the grass.' The old man said as the little girl ran around in circles laughing.

'But what's the point of grass if you can't run on it, (or eat it if you're a cow).'
I thought.



Category: Crochety

You can't be on both sides of me at the same time, I smilingly tell him.
He tries anyway.

"How's my pussycat??" :-)
"I'm not a pussycat Nanna, I'm a Marlene!!"


Even as a little girl; she was always her self, never anything else.

You script me into your life. I wonder how well I'll play the part. If I'll play at all.

It sounds like rain falling. But it's leaves.

Carry all your thoughts. Across an open field.
-Augustana; Boston

Home

Kiran- Laura ask Dadda where to get kites in Cox Town.
Laura- Dadda where do you get kites in Cox Town?
Dadda- Tights? Go to that Crocodile shop. Why do you want tights?
Laura- Not tights Dadda, kites.
Dadda- You don't get kites anymore. It's not kite season.
Mamma- Why do you want tights?
Dadda- Put two broomsticks across your chaddis and make your own kite.
Kiran- I used to make my own kites. I think Rafi taught me.
Laura- Chee Dadda, don't be dirty. *Laugh laugh laugh*
Kiran- What did Dadda say?
Laura- He said put two broomsticks across your chaddis and make your own kite.
Kiran- Chee *Laugh laugh laugh*
Laura- See? You're laughing too!



-Home

It took less than a moment for the severing to happen. He never knew that we were attached in my mind. He doesn't know that we're not anymore. He doesn't know why.

I'm my Mother's secretary.
Who would have imagined that this is what I'd end up doing.
Who would have imagined that she'd get a secretary for free.




Category: Secretarial course
Mood: Amused

Most things aren't as in depth as they sound.
In case anyone was wondering.







:)

It turned out that we were fallible, human and fallible. Even you.



Category: Leveling the playing field

He used to say something about lasting relationships.
And about taking things easy.
I'll never forget your warmth.
And relationships do last.
Even if only inside my head.


For M

Happy Birthday boys and girls

I've finalized the birthday present list. As below.

-White pants (which don't look like Elvis pants)
-Green fake silk curtains (4 nos)
-Himalaya drug company kajal
-The box that never came


That's all.

She encouraged me to leave.
And so somewhat perversely, I stayed.
To watch the people that surrounded you.
To judge you by them.


Category: Judgment seat

Picture

(Subjects: 1)Nitin Pradeep 2) Jumeirah Beach)

Laura Pora & Maya Papaya

I told her that I crossed a black cat's path.
She wanted to know if the cat died.

Late; never

Lord K stood hands-crossed, eyes-scrutinizing, (or was it eyes-crossed, hands-scrutinizing?) over the construction mess in Dwarka. Once this magnificent palace was built the rest would be easy. Where was he at this time last year he wondered to himself with a smile. His pager beeped.

Back in Hastinapur, the Pandavas were now back in control. With the evil Karuravas defeated and decimated, and their shared trophy wife's honour redeemed, all was where it should have always been. The mood was generally lax, almost to a point where the bloodshed they were so happy to leave behind 2 years ago would now be a welcome distraction from their everyday... from their everyday... from their every same day.... Arjuna sat around dreaming about a princess he'd met in Manipur a few years ago. Where was his bow and his quiver of arrows? Was he a warriror or a god-damn day dreamer? Ah yes, he remembered, Dr. Evil had it. Where was Dr. Evil these days? His pager beeped.

In fact at that moment Dr. Evil was hurling abuse and invective at Megatron who was tearing off the San Francisco Bay Bridge and hurling it at Absent who was in his spaceship zooming over Dr. Evil and dropping neutron bombs everywhere. Their cell phones went off at the same moment.

All of them had the same message from Gonzo Garbanzo.

Sunday, Jan 13th
Lounge Piranha LIVE and raucous
at Maya (3rd Floor, Bombay Store bldg, MG road)

It's back to roots and time to regroup! Happy New Year Fools!

... and www.loungepiranha.com for one cup sykosis...
... and www.myspace.com/loungepiranhamusic for one plate music

They were everything.
Everything I swore I'd never become.

26

If you didn't have that. You'd have nothing. You said.
Nothing to believe in.
How could I land the weight of my contentment on you?
Don't listen. Don't listen to me.