Thursday, 5 September 2013

My Thoughts on (Parts of) Ulysses. Part 1.

In one of my last posts, I was talking about how I had started reading a lot again. Whenever I'd look for recommendations, I'd see Ulysses by James Joyce high on the recommendations as one of the best, if not, THE best work in English. Other people disagreed with that, saying it was a heap of exaggerated trash, too self indulgent, whatnot. I decided I'd give it a try myself.

I read a bit last year, on Wiki. I wasn't in a mood to pay much attention, plus it's hard to on the computer, so I gave up pretty much before I began, promising that I'd try properly, later.

I forgot about for a few months and kept reading books that I COULD finish + understand (including, but not restricted to the ones in the list I put up). Then, I remembered what I said to myself. 

Remembering the warnings about the inscrutable use of language in the book, I picked a day I'd not be distracted by anything else, and when I'd have a 'heightened awareness'. I went to the library, made straight for the fourth floor and found their copy of Ulysses and went through the first chapter.

I had to read the introduction to get a sense of what to expect, and the annotations. There was an appendix in the back of the book I had to keep referring to to get a sense of the context and meanings of certain words (Latin, French, Irish Gaelic, Irish English - so far) and cultural aspects (mostly dealing with Catholicism and Irish and British culture of that period) and politics (Irish republicanism and unionism, British imperialism and apologists - but this at least I already had a good idea of because of the IRA and stuff and the history of 'our own' British Raj). I had to refer the appendix pretty often but I don't think there would have really been a way to get into the atmosphere otherwise, since 1904 Irish/British society/values are totally alien to those of my my own (which themselves are alien to me).

That day I finished the first chapter, Telemachus. I really liked it. Granted, it was still pretty simple compared to the rest of the book, but it serves as a good starting point to gradually (?) get into the feel of the next book. Though, the links with the Odyssey, I didn't get. It seemed normal, but had lots of quirky turns. It had a sense of simmering frustration on the part of Stephen Dedalus, the main character, especially with Ireland. It went suddenly, at random, into his thoughts, usually diverting from what was going on, or his own musings on them. 

Another day, I came back and read chapter two, Nestor. It was like the first but there were more internal musings, because it's set in a school where Dedalus teaches, and he's bored/frustrated with the kids (who wouldn't be). He makes some references to stuff related to Irish history, that I needed annotations the understand. He speaks to a fellow teacher and they talk about the state that Ireland is in, and once again we get the sense of Dedalus' frustration with his nation.

I tried reading chapter 3, but it was too vague and rambling. I skipped it for another time, and settled on chapter 4. This dealt with Leopold Bloom, an Irish Jew. Chapters 4 and 5, both with him as the focus, were less heady, but not easier to read, as Bloom has a very wandering mind and breaks his train of thought frequently for trivia. It dealt with more 'current' stuff, and day to day things. Both the chapters ended with things I can't imagine people writing about in the period Ulysses was published (1922) and so I was shocked. Chapter 4 starts with him hogging on meat and ends with him taking a dump. Chapter 5 has him thinking of women and checking out one, and ends with him ejaculating. Yes, shocker, hah, coming from someone using language like that while writing, to write about something like this and describe it too. (Not graphically though, thankfully)

That's all that I've finished successfully. I'm working on another post, about what I felt about what I've read so far (I know it's not enough to give a proper judgement, but bear with me), and the parallels I felt between India and Ireland (I was surprised by this), about his use of language, use of internal monologues, and things I could relate to in the book -- making it not just some piece of literature, but something relevant and insightful as well.

I wanted to include it with this post, but thought it'd be too big. Plus I want to make it good, and work on it, it'll take a while, what with exams and general laziness. More than a month probably. 

Wednesday, 28 August 2013

Indie Band Plan.

Been sick, so couldn't update and post about the books. I'll save that for later though.

So yeah.
My friend and I have been jamming some 60s/70s/80s stuff for a while. At first it was for fun, and without direction, but 3 months ago we kinda hit upon a sound for ourselves, pretty different from the other bands in the city. We finished some covers and got some own comps laid down.

We didn't have a backing band, but we thought we'd keep it 2 piece and acoustic till we did. We were aiming for a 70s ish type style. Semi jangly chords, with harmonized vocals and R&B type call and response stuff. Dancey bass and some Indian elements in the rhythms.

Unfortunately. He's left to Bangalore :\ And I'm now filled with these song ideas and these half finished songs just waiting to be jammed and finished. What's worse, I've found a backing band, a bassist and drummer who are ready to jam as well. But I need to decide what to do about the lead vocal/rhythm guitarist/co songwriter position. It's a real dilemma. Aaargh. 

Thursday, 22 August 2013

Back! And here's a list.

Okay, so I'm back after a hiatus. My net's been back for a while but I've been too lazy to update for some reason. Meh.

Lot's happened since I was last active. Too much, in fact. Someday I'll get around to writing it down here, maybe.

I've been reading a lot of stuff for the last year or so. After not having read much for like 3 years before that. They opened a library near my house, a pretty massive one with a huge collection of stuff... And well. I started reading a lot, I guess to compensate for those 3 years. Anyway. Here's a list of some of the stuff I've read since then, with a rating out of ten, with ten being the highest. Rated not necessarily by quality, but by how much it was relatable and made sense/made me think/rethink my view of things.

  • The Dice Man, Luke Rhinehart - [8/10]
  • The Search for The Dice Man, Luke Rhinehart - [7/10]
  • The "A Song of Ice and Fire" Series, George R R Martin- [9/10]
  • Galapagos, Kurt Vonnegut - [3/10]
  • God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater, Kurt Vonnegut - [5/10]
  • God Bless You, Dr. Kevorkian, Kurt Vonnegut - [7/10]
  • Choke, Chuck Palahniuk - [2/10]
  • Time Out of Joint, Phillip K. Dick - [7/10]
  • Book of Disquiet, Fernando Pessoa - [11/10] (Yeah, you read that right!)
  • after the quake, Haruki Murakami - [6/10]
  • In The Miso Soup, Ryu Murakami - [4/10]
  • My Melancholy Whores, Gabriel García Marquez - [3/10]
  • Strange Pilgrims, Gabriel García Márquez - [7/10]
  • South of The Border, East of The Sun, Haruki Murakami - [8/10]
  • Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?, Phillip K. Dick - [7/10]
Etc etc. There are lots more but yeah. I'm not gonna write them all down.

All this reading's really changed my perspective on stuff, since it was after a period of not really reading much other than masala stuff or thrillers/spy books.

After a long, long time of being bogged down with work and being tired, and other stuff generally, I've started appreciating language and the subtlety of words more, and their intricacies and imagery. I've started appreciating the smaller subtleties in life, the settings and scenes of day to day things. I've started getting more emotionally involved while listening to song lyrics, especially when it comes to stuff like 60s/70s music. Stuff by guys like Dylan,The Beatles, jazz singers, bossa nova musicians, folk musicians, CSNY, Floyd, Steely Dan and others gained additional dimensions suddenly. There's this willingness to see things from many perspectives at once, and see the pros and cons of each, that grows once you're past your selfish, selfcentered  mentality of your teens and start listening to people and what they have to say, and have the courage to admit that they might be right or to even consider things like that.

There's more I want to say on the subject... Especially concerning certain books specifically. When I post next (tomorrow, hopefully - but probably not, knowing me)!

Saturday, 20 April 2013

No Internet Blues.

My internet's been down from the New Year, and I've not been able to come online much, much less update my blog. I've written some stuff that I'll post once I get back.

Till then~

Wednesday, 2 January 2013

The Ambience Yatra (?)

I was fooling around on my phone and thought I'd write something to pass time, with the Color Notes app. This is the result. I gave it a tentative title of  "The Ambience Yatra". It's from the point of view of a young man from Chennai who's driving on a road (one of the national highways). To Kathmandu via Bangalore and
Pune I guess (NH7).

I'm sorta happy with the result so far! Though it's pretty rambly.

~
The nostalgia in travel is dwarfed by the memories of places we've wanted to go to, that we've simulated in our heads. When you leave, you're leaving to something familiar - It could even be your home.

But in spite of loads of precautions I still feel apprehensive.

The haze on the road at night is everywhere. It's thicker than the incense from Durga Puja.

I look around at the road. Thousands of people have died over the years, I thought to myself. Armies, from Indian - Tamil, Telegu, Maratha - to Turks and Mughals, to Europeans - French, Dutch, Portuguese, British. And now there's nothing to show for it here. Just a sign saying 'Muthu hotel - Vegetarian meals available' and signs with Tamil writing scrawled over the front.

I think to myself - Is it good that we, as a civilization have put our defeats behind us, or is it a sign that we will be - as the cliché goes - doomed to repeat the mistakes of our past?

I shake my head. I'm too tired to think about it. It's been quite a while since I last slept.

~

Tuesday, 11 December 2012

The Ghost of Two Years Passed.

Today, I was bored. And I was on Facebook. I was thinking of a friend of mine who I've known on and off for 5 years now. Right now, I haven't really spoken to her for a while. And I used to talk to her a lot last year. So I thought, what the heck, and clicked on the 'See Friendship' option on my profile. I was going through the old posts and I was hit by this wave of nostalgia. So many old experiences and inside jokes, now relegated to corners of my mind. I sat back for a while and let it swirl around me.

And then, I went through my old photos. I saw old comments, from years ago, from friends I no longer talk to, from experiences I regret, things I'm embarrassed about, things I regret I did in a certain way, good times, crazy nights, things I was scared of but now would scoff at, etc.

I made my FB profile only like 3 years ago. And most of this activity is from Jan 2011 to the present. Though, there's lots of earlier stuff. So basically, it's the ghosts of two years. From Jan 2011 to Jan 2013.

I was thinking - So much change, would I have recognized my present self? So many things I could've done differently. So many friends lost, so many friends gained. So many forks in the road. But it all made me who I am now.

The whole experience was like gazing at the ruins of a fort. You can feel the empires and armies of the centuries grow and die around you and at the same time, you superimpose this image of the present on top of that.

You were there, but you weren't. You are here, but you aren't. You're somewhere in the middle, but you're also everywhere.

It's such a profound and humbling feeling, the events of the past few months led up to this. I don't think it'll sink in for a while. I am awed and I have a new found respect for the enormity of human experience and human relationships which I don't think I'll forget. And it's not sudden either - It's more like a climax of months of thoughts and dreams and memories.

As I sit in this state of climax, the soundtrack that plays in my head is this lovely song I found today. It's by an Indian band called Them Clones.



I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing. I guess it just is. Things change, whether you want them to or not. There are loads of metaphors about the flow of time in Indian and Chinese philosophy, especially Buddhist teachings. You fight against the flow of time, and the water weathers you down. You. Just. Can't. Fight. It. Instead, you have to flow along with it. Adapt. Persevere.

And learn.

It does sound pretty obvious, but, it doesn't strike your consciousness and you try to ignore it or deny it for a while, to cling on to some semblance of stability, thinking that admitting change is something you're not ready for. It's something you read about and see in movies. But hindsight always sees through crystal clear lenses, as opposed to the present's rose tinted ones. 

Friday, 7 December 2012

Downbeat Bass Blues~

So I'd been feeling down for the past week or two. It was a weird sorta low. It wasn't an angry sorta low, but rather a frustrated, pensive low. I was seeking release and couldn't find any.

Then, I thought I'd listen to some music to help as usual. The usual stuff I listen to when I feel low didn't work this time because it was a different kind of low. I still craved release though. I thought about what I was feeling for a long long time. And it hit me what type of music I needed - Frustrated, spacey music.

I immediately put on some Yellow Magic Orchestra and Porcupine Tree.

The Porcupine Tree stuff in particular felt amazing. It hit me like a ton of bricks. I was listening to their old albums, like Stupid Dream, Signify, Up the Downstair and some others. The music was perfect for what I was feeling that time, though I'm not surprised, I'm pretty sure Wilson wrote most of those albums while in periods such as these!

An example :


So, I listened and took all the music in and let all the feelings be acknowledged, and in that moment, they weakened and dissolved. Finally could move on.

Ironic, as just the past month I had been listening to Porcupine Tree and I didn't feel much of a connect, and I was wondering why. I had been listening them to ages, but for the past half a year or so PT had stopped making a deeper connect/impact on me. I was thinking maybe I had heard too much of their stuff, grown out of it (if it's even possible to grow out of this sorta music), moved on, etc, but it didn't seem that was it.

Steven Wilson. Just what my iPod's shuffle ordered!