Addictive, this Conclave Obscurum!

Drop whatever you're doing when you check this out..
Don't try to understand it though. It's obscurity is precisely what's fascinating..
Don't forget to keep your speakers on...the music is haunting! as is the artwork....
Thanks, Satya....I have spent endless hours checking out everything on this website ....:)

To quote Satya,
check it patiently since it has a life of its own.

Churchill = Joy

Its quite a simple equation really...

Went to Churchill tonight after ages....obviously stuck to the same dish i've had every single time i've gone there...Baked corn and spinach(a creamy delight!)...that much cheese in one meal can't be very good for you...:P
...also shamelessly dug into the Trifolatis, Malfattis, Lasagnas ordered around me...

oh and i accidently ate chicken..:(

Terribly unhealthy , yet awesomely ( a new word i've picked up from Vh1) yummy food...

was too stuffed to order any dessert..yet not stuffed enough not to sample the Kahlua Torte, Irish Bailey Cake, Cointreau Mousse and Gooey chocolate cake ordered by my friends.. too many nots?

Why bother with such detail?
To make my IIT friends in various in various other cities miss home. Yes, I am that heartless.:)
And if you haven't been to Cafe Churchill yet, all is not lost...book your table immediately....and well in advance, for it as always packed...

Current Music: Humko Sirf tum se pyaar hain- Barsaat
some first year kid has decided to hang out in our lab and play his favourite songs...i'm not complaining...yet.

also, happy birthday KN!

I'm not religious at all, but i'm praying for Roswitha.

Awesomely Bad? I think not!

Last Sunday, during the brief period I was at home I managed to catch a show on Vh1 called 40 Most Awesomely Bad #1 songs...and was disappointed to see a song I really like, Owner of a Lonely Heart by Yes feature on it...
The reason it featured was it's apparently pointless lyrics:

Move yourself
You always live your life
Never thinking of the future
Prove yourself
You are the move you make
Take your chances win or loser

See yourself
You are the steps you take
You and you - and thats the only way
Shake - shake yourself
You're every move you make
So the story goes

Owner of a lonely heart
Owner of a lonely heart
Much better than - a
Owner of a broken heart (I don't care if the lyrics don't make sense... i still like this song. hmph.)


But these lyrics pale in comparison to that of "The Look" by Roxette

Walking like a man (A great way to start a song, don't you think?)
Hitting like a hammer
She's a juvenile scam
Never was a quitter
She's got the look

Heavenly bound cause heaven's got a number
When she's spinning me around
Kissing is a color
Her loving is a wild dog (that would make her terribly attractive)
She's got the look

Fire in the ice naked to the t-bone is a lover's disguise (huh?!)
Banging on the head drum
Shaking like a mad bull
She's got the look
Swaying to the band
Moving like a hammer she's a miracle man
Loving is the ocean
Kissing is the wet sand
She's got the look

*dies laughing*


Personally I'd place Hello by Lionel Richie right up on that list, followed by Can I touch you there? by Michael Bolton. Both songs make me want to crush plastic bottles between my fingers everytime i hear them.

The second part of this post is dedicated to Roswitha and TJ! And to all those who call me a music snob. (I'm looking at you, Salil)

Lucky Lips and Milkshake have both been mentioned on this blog earlier. What makes these 'downmarket' songs so special to me?

Confession time : I'm a sucker for a catchy tune. I said catchy, not sappy.

I listen to Beyonce . and Britney. and Justin Timberlake.
as Sups would say, *stands back to watch rapid de-friending*

Notice how i didn't say that i love them. But i really enjoy (and I'm probably dancing in my head to) some of their songs. So what if most of the ones i like are covers. They're well produced covers, with catchy beats, and that's alI i care about!
TJ and I would express our unabashed adoration of Beyonce just to watch Sod, p@me and Tidu cringe... :)

Currently grooving to (in my head) : Let the music play : X-shamur.
How great is this song?
:D


Note: If this post seems a little disconnected, its only a reflection of the state of my mind right now. I've been at an experiment for 17 hours now, and have another 13 hours or so to go.
The arthritic fingers are threatening to fall off. I'm taking solace in Jim Morrison and Clapton.
Now focusing all my energy on staying awake for my next reading timepoint.
:)

Grr!

Today's just one of those days when i might just scratch the eyes out of the next person who annoys me.

You do NOT want to tread on my nerves today.

Song for the day: You Oughta Know- Alanis Morissette


I want you to know,
that I'm happy for you
I wish nothing but the best for you both
An older version of me
Is she perverted like me?
Would she go down on you in a theatre?
Does she speak eloquently?
And would she have your baby?
I'm sure she'd make a really excellent mother

Cause the love that you gave that we made wasn't able
To make it enough for you to be open wide, no
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me you'd hold me
Until you died, till you died
But you're still alive

And I'm here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It's not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know

You seem very well, things look peaceful
I'm not quite as well, I thought you should know
Did you forget about me Mr. Duplicity
I hate to bug you in the middle of dinner
It was a slap in the face how quickly I was replaced
Are you thinking of me when you fuck her?

Cause the love that you gave that we made wasn't able
To make it enough for you to be open wide, no
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me you'd hold me
Until you died, till you died
But you're still alive

And I'm here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It's not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know

Cause the joke that you laid on the bed that was me
And I'm not gonna fade
As soon as you close your eyes and you know it
And every time I scratch my nails down someone else's back
I hope you feel it...well can you feel it?

And I'm here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It's not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know

Black eyes and brickbats..

I feel like I'm back in school. The fourth standard, to be precise.

Back then, I was wicket-keeper in a match with my 'building friends', and five minutes into the match, Anita swung the bat wildly and got my left eye. Actually, a little below it.
The next day I went to school looking like a raccoon.
The point is, everyone wanted to know who the strange looking girl was. Just so they could point and laugh at her, actually. That's also when I made friends with a whole lot of seniors who stubbed attempts to rag me on the school bus and during the lunch break.
Overnight, I went from nondescript to weird-but-famous.

Why do I feel the same again? Well, almost everyone I know in TIFR has come up to me and asked about my blog. Weirdly so, very few people from the biological sciences. People who I barely speak to come up to me and say "Hi, Bob!".

I've been called an exhibitionist and also told of my immaturity.
I can only defend my immaturity by saying that I accept I am immature, and I don't see anything wrong with that. But as Oook reminded me, anyone who chooses to believe that what I write on my blog is an all-encompassing insight into my personality, is mistaken, and that's their loss.

As for the exhibitionism bit, the person who told me that believed I liked the attention, and that's why I put up my thoughts on controversial issues so that I would get noticed for the opinion that I have. And that I secretly wanted to get noticed.

It did not occur to them that I'm aware I might have a very limited, possibly warped opinion about certain issues, and the only reason I put it up on a blog is (apart from being able to vent) so that I can get another perspective on the whole issue. I can be quite opinionated, and there have been times when I am absolutely unaware of any other take on the same issue.

SO for all those who got to the end of this post,
yay!
and
*pokes you out of your slumber*

Endnote: Most people from my department have gone for a trek to Mahuli. Would have loved to go too. But , conferences must be attended next week, and data must be generated for them. *sigh*

Was really glum last night, so decided to cheer myself up by watching Before Sunset. It worked! except that now I HAVE to watch Before Sunrise again. I may be a total love scrooge and cringe at regular romantic comedies, but i ADORE both these movies. And Ethan Hawke, of course.

Get outta my face!

Judging by my illustrious on-screen history, I suppose it was only natural that there was more spotlight coming my way...

First there was Outlook, then DNA and now Doordarshan!
Only pictures were taken for the first two, but with Doordarshan,it was much more traumatic. Capturing close ups of the insides of our fridges seemed like a good idea to them:

"Open the fridges very naturally, please, and pretend to take out some tubes"
"But it's messy!As is my hair!"
"That's okay, fridges in research labs should look worked in"

The cameraman then decides to move away from the fridges ON to extreme close-ups of our faces.
Can't imagine which of the two will turn out less scary.

Spotted: One student frantically typing away and flipping through pages of a textbook , trying to complete her immunology assignment
Also spotted: An oppurtunity to embarrass the child by shooting close-ups of her pretending to read the book.


The photographer from Outlook was atleast creative. He wanted to take a photograph of my boss sitting at my table (apparently it's the only one that looks like any work can get done on it) . except he wanted to take it through my hands pipetting some 'colourful' liquid out of a tube. I consented to this nonsense when he told me that only my hands would feature. Of course i regretted my decision entirely when they proceeded to take approximately 47 shots of my Boss from seven different angles and three different lighting schemes.
What eventually featured was a really grumpy photo of my boss, and i was entirely edited out of it. Phew! Close shave.

Did i mention his ideas were original and creative? Another pic (of Rajesh Gokhale, NII) he took for that article:





As for the DNA article, nobody was ever told about it because it was really shoddy journalism. I don't blame my boss for not wanting to be associated with DNA.


The Bombay Orkut meet was a blast! All vik had to do was casually mention that an NDTV crew wanted to feature us as part of a segment on Online Social Networks. Result: One of the largest turnouts for a Bombay Orkut meet.
NDTV chose Mocha as the venue for this interview, subsequently ensuring that none of us could go back there for atleast a month (they took three takes of us entering and leaving Mocha in a single file,before they finally accepted that there was no way we could look "like a bunch of friends on a regular outing")

An hour of shooting inside Mocha, and another out on Victorias at Nariman point gave us our very own forty seconds of Fame on NDTV!

Cousins called in from distant cities (ok so Bangalore isn't exactly distant) to say that they had spotted me on tv....after having assumed that two other girls were me, that is. Another uncle called in to say that he was proud of me, and his son had just announced that he was inspired to the point that one of his ambitions now was to feature on National Television atleast once in his life. Irrespective of the relevance of the feature.

The common complaint was that they had no idea what the story was about, and didn't understand a word of what I said. Thank Heavens, for I made the closing statement of that segment, and it was something along the lines of:

"We're not here to date people..ok , maybe he is.. *points to Vik* "

The flipside: the story was called "Mumbai Youth Opt for Virtual friendship"
EEEKS!
that would make us virtual buddies. double eeks!

Moving on.....

What is it with Tulu weddings and dancing? Or maybe it's just my family. Everyone's so 'talented'. Some sing, others dance on plates.

Recently, at a wedding, I was asked by a random aunt (they always seem to hang around at family functions and ask the most pointless/embarrassing questions)

"So, don't you sing or dance or anything?"

"ER....I ...er...study?"

"Oh"

*gives me a we-know-who's-never-going-to-be-lapped-up-by-any-self-respecting-tulu-boy look*

OOPS! I did it again

I hate to quote Britney, but i'm getting the feeling that i can't do anything without offending people.
Apparently my post on guys at TIFR has got them fuming, and they've even posted a link on an institute server:

Its a challenge to all the guys of TIFR: Kate - Read under "General Rant" and tell me, can you get more desperate than this ?

And what's better, they have a song for me! Complicated, by Avril Lavigne, Dedicated to kate!
*blushes*
Aw, shucks, you guys, you shouldn't have.

I started off being pissed off with this sort of response, but now i just find it amusing.
It's a blog, for heaven's sake. Everything is exaggerated. Obviously some of you didn't find it funny. Am i sorry?Yes. Will i edit the post? No.

Will somebody please point out what was soooo offensive about that post?
/me is puzzled.

I welcome comments, though i must add that nothing in that post did not actually happen. Yes, i have had guys telling me that Women aren't smart enough for Math or Physics.(I know I'm not..:D).

A day in the life..

6:15 Irritated by the phone alarm ringing. Hit snooze,and promise to budge out of bed ten minutes later.

6:43 Having switched on snooze three times since, stagger out of bed cause the incessant yelling gets intolerable. Look at watch and realise there's no time for a bath today. or breakfast. Demn.

7:17 Run to the bus stop, and watch three consecutive empty double decker 338 buses pass by you. @#$%! Miss out on the air rushing through your hair on the upper deck of the bus. Again.

7:26 Get your daily darshan of open gutters and men at um, work next to them. Atleast the cows floating in the gutter ( after 26^th July) have been cleared.

7:47 Wonder why there are a zillion people waiting to get onto a train at a quarter to eight in the morning! Assorted abuses and a few pokes later, manage to get onto the train. Barely. But that’s ok. You enjoy hanging out of the train.

8:25 Look at watch and panic. Twenty minutes to your next class. No time for breakfast. Sprint towards the bus stop, elbowing people out of the way on the subway.

8:42 Finally make it to TIFR. Rush to class, as being late for a class taken by your thesis advisor is not an option. Grin sheepishly as you realize you are the first to arrive.

8:44:50 The advantage of working in a lab right next to the seminar room is that you can always drop in to check mail.

8:56 Get glowered at for entering the class late. Make mental note to curb incessant mail checking.

9:00 Fall asleep. Bob from side to side until your friend pokes you. Thank her, and resume bobbing.

10:05 Look at watch. Realise that with every passing minute your chances of catching a decent breakfast (or any breakfast at all ) are greatly diminishing.

10:45 Breathe a sigh of relief and push people out of the way to the canteen, only to find out that the last cheese sandwich was taken by the person three spots ahead of you in the line. Decide to make breakfast out of chocolate cookies. Notice your advisor entering your canteen. Pray he isn’t going to spot you and join your table.

Phew. That was close.

11:13 Rush back to the lab, having suddenly remembered that you started a culture last night (of bacteria/yeast/insert appropriate model system here). Rush to the culture room to realize that some moron switched off the shaker. Again. Oh well.

11:14-11:45 Tell everyone who passes by that your experiments are always sabotaged and that’s why you never get any work done.

11:46 Look at watch and realize the canteen wont open for another forty five minutes. Damn.

11:47 Realise that you are alone in the lab with your advisor. Panic! You could be spotted and asked about the status of your work. Try to sneak into the adjoining room of the lab without being noticed. Tough luck.

“ So, Bob. What’s happening? How are things?”

*unhappy face hidden under a stupid grin*

“Things are , um, okay!”

“ Come in, let’s discuss a few things”

1:07 Your one-on-one was interrupted by a timely call from the Dean’s office. (Thank you God!)

1:07:50 Scurry off to the canteen, only to be met with a disappointing Menu.

MAXICANE- a TIFR creation, that doesn't taste remotely like a mexican dish. It has brinjal, for heaven's sake!
THOU IS POT- Thousand Island Potato.
METHI MALAI MUTTER- Ugh.
VEG CLEAR SOUP- Brown water.
and other unappealing items.
Decide to make lunch out of dessert and fruit juice.

1:33 Head off to the TIFR seaface for a refreshing walk. Hang around and take in the fresh air until your senior labmate reminds you that some of them have real work to get back to.

1:47:50 Check your mail. Notice that your invitation to dinner has been accepted by Sagar. Realise you forgot to sign out of your gmail account the last time, and one of your labmates has been naughty.

1:59 Realise you are alone in the lab again. Grab a couple of books and decide to work on your assignment in the library. The perfect sleep inducing temperature and tranquility overcome your sincere will to work on the assignment, and you plonk off to sleep, only to be poked by the librarian ten minutes later.

2:01 Decide that you can never get any work done in the library and trudge back to the lab. Remember that you had frozen some earlier cultures and you can work on them instead. Also remember your advisor's subtle hints on Multitasking and the average no of experiments that should be carried out in the lab everyday.

3:35 Teatime! Yay!

3:52 Get back to the lab, and work sincerely on your experiment. Decide to do two experiments together( both of which you're doing for the first time) so that you can impress your advisor with your sincerity.

6:52 Still working hard at both experiments. You've passed your 6:30 extreme hunger pangs timepoint without noticing it because you were working like a sincere child. Decide to take a break and go to the glass corridor. Watch the sunset and get depressed about having to spend evenings at the lab when you could be out enjoying a perfectly nice sunset at the seaface.

7:42 Labmates try to convince you to catch dinner before the canteen shuts. You tell yourself that small sacrifices have to be made for the love of science, and keep going at your experiment. which is beginning to get on your nerves, btw. Textbook protocols are a scam! Everything takes four times as long as is mentioned in the protocol, and you realise you'll have to stay over at TIFR to get the experiment done.

7:43 Notice your advisor is about to leave, and loudly ask your labmates to have dinner without you, as you are busy with your experiment.

7:44 Move into happy place. Your advisor has left the building! But today you are a good child.Keep working.

10:44 You want to sit on your slides, and throw the beakers of culture supernatant out of the window.Why did you think you could handle both experiments together? Your neck is about to fall off, and Just, chill, chill, just chill! on the computer is not helping.

10:45 You have an hour long incubation, and decide to spend that time checking mail and playing Chuzzle, the latest mindless downloadable game you have discovered on yahoo.

12:15 You have exceeded your incubation time, thanks to yahoo messenger. Tell yourself that it's okay, as long as it doesn't happen again.

12:16 Everyone's heading off to MacRajan, a late night eating joint that is run by a man called Rajan. Terribly creative, you tell yourself.

12:46 Having wasted enough time at Mac consuming CHA and Akka's fresh Parotas, you trudge back to the lab.

1:48 You are now getting increasingly distracted from your work. On one computer, some labmates are watching Joey. Others are watching (for the fortieth time) videos from the last party held in your department. Two metres away, you're slaving away at your experiments.

3:02 Finally done with your experiments. Now to head off to the microscopy room and check if they have worked.

3:04 They haven't. Weep.

3:06 Back in the lab. Start laughing hysterically. Labmates get worried about you, and ask you to head off to the room.

3:10 Calm down and pack your stuff. Make your way to the flat to realise your favourite bed is occupied. Swear under your breath and choose another bed.

7:10 Wake up to find a Pigeon on your leg. Yelp.

(repeat)

Shamelessly inspired by this.
I hope that's okay, Nitin.

Site Meter is such a wonderful thing!

The guilt of not having posted in nearly a week finally got to me.....How can i disappoint my loyal (?) readers in Japan, Spain and The Netherlands? :D

Since I've spent the week fixating on my experimental failure, let me just go ahead and harp on about it.
Six consecutive experiments failed this week. Each of which was a twelve hour procedure. Each of which required the processing of 2-10 samples, which had to be grown two a day in advance for each experiment. The growth medium for which requires 6 different components. One of which contains 13 amino acids.
I feel like a pharmacist.

I have tried three different protocols, none of which have yielded results. Needless to say i was successful (unreproducible since) the first time. The more time and sincere effort i invest in an experiment, the less likely is it to succeed.

All i can think of is the Blasted Yeast that refuse to Fluoresce!

Taken the day off today.

As is obvious, I'm not very good at embracing failure. Could be because i was brought up to believe that failure is not an option, and i've never really had the oppurtunity to experience it. Before i came to degree college, that is.
First year Physics at Xaviers taught me otherwise! :D

It's just been downhill since.

I remember staying up till eleven (considered very late then) the night before my hindi exam in the sixth standard, and crying (more like wailing) because i didn't know one long answer well enough. I also remember staying up till three the night before my biochemistry prelim exam in the third year of degree college and laughing with Sarada about how i didn't know one Section of the paper. Amazing how progressively shameless i've gotten over the years. :)

Oh well.Getting sick of staying at home. I think i'll head off to the lab and bury myself in doomed experiments.

Happy Dussehra?

Big Brother is not just a corporate worry..:(
Thanks anyway, Sups and Golu..

General Rant

Is it the height? or the perpetual grumpyness ? or maybe it's the boooming voice! Do i come on too strongly (by making conversation in the absence of an absolute necessity to do so)?
I remain puzzled.
Throughout college, and even at TIFR men seem to treat me with a little extra caution. To put it mildly.

There was this guy in college, J., who had the misfortune of being teased with me....and would run up the hostel stairs everytime he spotted me anywhere on the 'woods' . Boys panicking at the sight of me was a new concept, and that it prompted such mature behaviour from a boy in degree college amused me to no extent....when we both walked down the same corridor in opposite directions, and no one else was around, he'd pretend that it was possible to not notice me. At five feet ten inches, i'm anything but inconspicuous, and i'd just burst out laughing right at his face. Which of course meant he'd panic, break into a sprint and vanish.

Once i was no longer offended by these attempts to avoid me, i would use it to entertain myself..
A, another guy from Xaviers was rumoured to think of women as unworthy of conversation. And women in biology! couldn't be caught dead talking to them...what would all his physics department batchmates think?

Bad enough that despite being introduced to me on atleast two separate occasions, he would refuse to acknowledge my presence. Obviously, i would make it a point to yell across "Hieeee" or wave furiously at him just to embarrass him ... :D

Now the double standards just sicken me. The same guys who act as if women are beneath them (not in the fun way), and think the biology department at TIFR is full of women because that's the only thing they can manage, and are not smart enough for Math or Physics are also the ones to master the names and daily schedules of all the girls in the new batch of biology students within a week of their arrival.

Just face it. You think we're cute, and the whole must-stay-away-from-biologist-women thing is just an excuse for not getting any.

Note: I'm not generalising. While it has it's fair share of weirdos, a lot of guys at TIFR are far from emotionally stunted.They actually make for very pleasant company! :)

Why do we put up with so much?

Was she interested in him?
Not in the least bit.

Was he interested in her?
Fat chance. In fact, he'd only call when he had to talk about this other girl. Late night after late night ( about a zillion nights in all) she'd listen to his anxious voice (looking for reassurance , or atleast for someone to listen to his endless drivel).
She would listen. She always did.

She'd tell him not to make such a fuss about it, and just ask her out already. He'd say no! I don't like her! Why do you keep saying that!
She'd reassure him, saying that he was wasting too much of his time (and hers!) by pretending that he didn't feel for Jane, and he should just stop being a sissy.
He told her that he didn't stand a chance with Jane, cause had done something slimy, and she'd be disgusted if she found out. Of course, he wouldn't tell her what it was, and after a while she stopped asking. Understanding that she was, she left it at that.

He lived in denial for a year or so.

And then she ran into him when she was out with friends. He was with Jane. She could see the embarrassment on his face, as he shoddily introduced her (only cause she was standing in front of the two of them for about two minutes). Jane couldn't care less, and it was all very awkward.

Later that night, he messaged her.

SO you finally met her
Yes, and now you can stop living in denial.
She doesn't have feelings for me. I just know it.
Have you asked her?

No........*endless drivel for about an hour or so*

She didn't hear from him for months.
Last night, she got a call. Looking at his name flashing on her mobile screen, she thought to herself, something must've happened with Jane.
He asked her to call him back. As always, she called back. (she always had to call back.he'd never call himself)

So, what's up with you? How are all the men you're seeing?
huh?

A couple of other attempts at small talk followed, and she decided to help him out.

So what's happening with Jane?
Oh, yeah. wanted to tell you. We might have something going.

Oh wait . I'll call you back.

She waited for about twenty minutes or so, knowing that he had probably received a call from Jane, and therefore he wasn't likely to call back. He always did that. Put everything else above her.
On each of those night when he'd call her, he'd always hang up when some other friends called him. But she couldn't recall a single occasion on which she did the same for him. She always took his calls, left dinner tables to attend to him( cause he'd insist that she do that) and put up with a lot of general crap.
Another thing occurred to her last night. This friendship was a rather raw deal for her. He only called when he wanted to discuss stuff in his life, and never to find out how she was doing.
And then she made up her mind.
He called about three hours later, when she was fast asleep (somehow he always managed to do that).
She answered the call.

It's twelve thirty. I was asleep. I'll talk to you some other time.
What? er...Okay.
Goodnight.
*beep*

She smiled to herself and went back to sleep.

Panterrrrrrrrra!Seppppppultoooora!

So i went for what was possibly the 'last ever' Independence Rock yesterday (only cause Farhad is being a regular townie and is refusing to host it anywhere but Rang Bhavan)...

Mosh-pitty stuff for around an hour and a half, followed by (*squee*) Classic Rock...courtesy all the fifty plus men who've performed at various I rocks over the last twenty years.( and ONE woman, who did a fantastic Whole Lotta Love.... for once she desisted from going with the overdone What's up?)
I, of course was looking forward to part two, and had enthusiastically worn my Zeppelin tee. Far from being a lone classic rock fan, i spotted atleast six others with zeppelin tees and some forty people with morrison/Doors tees.
But of course, all of them dissolved in the flood of Korn, Slipknot and Cannibal Corpse and GnR tees.

Demonic Resurrection is *such* a wannabe band. Though i must admit that yesterday i was actually not cringing through their entire set. Did i say DR was wannabe? i meant PDV. Pin drop violence, apparently. Pin Drop Ughh, if you ask me.

At one point, there were these two pint-sized mosh-pitties in front of me yelling to the band

"GET THEM OFF! GET THEM OFF!"

while they were breaking before their next number. I was thinking whoa! Gutsy shrimps.
I couldn't resist, and leaned over (more like bent over) to ask them if that was the name of a song, or if they really didn't like the band, and fancied getting themselves beaten to a pulp by the band's scary fans.


*Dirty look*

"It's a song."
"Oh."

*sheepish grin*

'Nuff said about the mosh-Pitty stuff.

So yeah, following PDV were Sceptre, who turned down six consecutive yelling-fan requests for One (Metallica) and instead decided to churn out fascinating originals. oh, and they were billed on teh passes as Seeptre. Poor things.
AFS (yummeh Bruce is back in town :D ) did the token RATM no, and some other song i can't recall.

Then the oldies took over. Extremely talented white-haired and paunchy men who churned out L.A.Woman, Break on Through and Roadhouse Blues by The Doors, Rock and Roll and Whole lotta love by Zeppelin, Behind Blue Eyes by The Who, standard stuff like Smoke on the Water, My Sacrifice, Knockin on Heaven's Door, Paradise City, Sweet Child of Mine, and even Comfortably Numb.
An obscure Doobie Brothers no. followed, and finally the evening came to a close with Mustang Sally.
All in all, it was wild. Having to wake up for an 8.45 lec the next morning at an institute twenty miles away wasn't.

Surprisingly i didn't lose my voice, and one Brufen was enough to drive away the Neck-ache and all the assorted joint aches.

Oh and my friends from TIFR are probably worried about me now.