Modern & Contemporary American Poetry

Kemmangundi - The trip that was

One of those posts.
You decide to write about a trip. You open a gvim file. And start adding sentences.
Next thing you know it is seven pages long, filled with details that you can't yourself read again.
Even to try to condense it into some manageable length.
You give up.
And forget about it.
Then one day, you have a mail that says: Alert: UNIX Home Directory is 85% full.
You start to delete useless documents occupying precious space in your home area.
Then accidentally chance upon the once concocted drivel.
Decide to start typing directly into the 'New Post' window in the blog.
Without looking at the gvim file.
About the Kemmangundi trip.
Directly from memory.
Heavily condensed. Repetitive.
Using mostly phrases for sentences.
So that - if not for anything else -  waking up at 4:30 AM on a Saturday morning on the 8^th of September, 2012 gets recorded.

Yup. This is one of those posts.

Here we go.

The top points of the top points of the trip.

Mullayanagiri, the highest peak in Karnataka, was reached first.

Stone steps were climbed. 

Through the clouds.

Through horizontal rain.

Through gales of wind.

To the temple on the top.

It was cold. It was wet. It was great. 

There was amateur spelunking involved.

Discarded chips packets and old water bottles were discovered in the caves.

There was amateur photography too. As shown here.

Z Point, Kemmangundi was reached the day after.

The mud was verified to be red.
Red mud paths  were trod upon.
Through small leeches.
Through greenery.
Through Shanti falls:

Till a certain height was crossed when Nature changed.
Red mud tracks were now trod upon:
Through the clouds.
Through horizontal rain.
Through gales of wind.
To the Z point.
It was cold. It was wet. It was better than great.
Bread was had. So were biscuits. Not sure about the biscuits though.
Nature was wonderfully furious.

(Be warned: The Z point picture above captures none of Nature's fury)

Hebbe falls was the last place to be visited before heading back.
Badly kept roads were traveled on worse kept jeeps.
Longer distances were trekked as usual routes were blocked.
By gatekeepers of the coffee plantations.
Through the forest estates.
Through the realm of leeches.
Through streams along the path.
To the breath-taking falls.

 

Literally.
The water was too cold to breathe in.
All of twenty minutes were spent in the water.
Before making the trek back.
Through the realm of leeches.
Through the streams along the path.
Through the forest estates.
In the opposite direction.
Uphill this time.
And without drinking water.

The sight of the jeep at the top provided the same amount of excitement as the falls at the bottom did.
The sight of the punctured wheel took some of that excitement away.
The dysfunctional jack did nothing to help.
Quick trial and error process indicated that six people were necessary and sufficient to tilt a jeep to its side while a seventh quickly changed the tire.
The new old tire held till we were back to Kanthi Nivas.
Lunch was had. Rest. And a second round of cleanup.
There were group photographs.

And the satisfied trip back home.

Shououts/Takeaways/Post scripts:

• Shoutout to Gaanja’s bag which took a dive along with its owner into the water, breaking the fall, saving its owner and the assorted electronics and wallets inside it.
• Fatigue and tiredness makes everyday food taste so much better. Does nothing at all to mushroom curry though. That remains bad as ever.
• The three animals - the deer, the jackal and the same jackal again probably – giving the only indication that there’s some wildlife in the Bhadra reserve.
• Single room accommodation, washroom time-tables and running tap water. 
• Life to death conversion and wanted outlaws.
• The leeches. The damn leeches.
• The anti leech ammunition.
• The leech bite on my left foot, which when healing got infected with an Amoxicillin resistant strain of Stephylococcus aureus, giving the first years in  MS Ramiah teaching hospital a fine experiment to conduct - an incision draining procedure, also at the same time providing a topic of conversation and free lifts on the road from random people.

All men for Honor hardest work

[Long story short, I came to realize that I had come up with a 'close reading' of a wrong Emily Dickinson poem. This monstrously cringe-worthy mutilation of a brilliant work is thus presented here. For your face-palming. Cheers!]

All men for Honor hardest work (1193)

All men for Honor hardest work
But are not known to earn —
Paid after they have ceased to work
In Infamy or Urn —

This is one of Emily Dickinson’s short poems. It follows ABAB style of rhyming.

Analysis of the poem:
The poem talks about all people who work for Honor.
Honor, here, can be taken to mean honorable work, charitable work, work carried out for the benefit of others, the general public. It represents a sacrificial type of work that transcends banal occupations carried out solely to acquire money or achieve fame and fortune for oneself.

Emily says that such virtuous people are not known to earn.
Earn, in the way it is used, can refer to earning money, physical or material comforts or luxuries. It can also refer to earning of accolades, adulation, praise, rewards for the honorable work done.

Emily indicates such people are rewarded or paid only after they have ceased to work.
It is when the men retire from service and are no longer seen to be beneficial, to be of any further productive value; only then she says that the public will rise to take note of them.

The rewards and payment indicated in the poem, doled out to such men who gave their all towards Honor, at the end of their tenure, according to the poet, are usually infamy, harsh criticism, dishonor, notoriety or in the some cases even death.

Death is signified by the word Urn in the poem. Getting paid in urn here can be interpreted in three different ways.

Since the poem by itself strikes a melancholy note throughout, firstly, it can be taken to imply that the hard work of the people was never appreciated and was actually considered to be against the public interest and such people were put to death and their ashes contained in an Urn.

Secondly, paid in an Urn could mean that the person working towards Honor, did just that till his own death and his only reward was death itself, naturally knocking on his doorstep.

Or thirdly, taking the ever slightly positive note – it could be interpreted to mean that the selfless person’s work is appreciated at last, after his death and he is rewarded posthumously. But the initial interpretations gel better with the mood of the poem.

Summary:
The righteous people who work the hardest, while doing honorable, selfless deeds seldom garner earnings of any sort during the course of their duties. It is only after they stop being beneficial, they are paid by dishonor or death.

Possible Interpretations:
This poem might be slightly autobiographical.
The men working hard towards Honor can be taken to represent Emily herself. As, even though she composed over eighteen hundred poems, in her lifetime she saw only a very small handful of those poems published.
She did not gather any recognition as a poet while she was still alive, nor did she earn anything from her work.
The poem might be an indication of her realization that probably after her own death, when the people did discover her work she might live in history, in infamy at least.


PS: Parallels:
This poem reminds me of the poem “The Patriot” by Robert Browning wherein a similar theme is portrayed.
The patriot is elected joyously, and even after he works hard and accomplishes tasks that no others would have done, his achievements are not recognized and he is sent to hang. At the end, the man does feel a sense of relief that since his achievements were not paid for by the world – God will have to answer in heaven.

A Nonchalant Exfoliator...

A loofah

A loofah, aloof

A loofah, aloof with flu

A loofah, aloof with flu, flew

A fool!

Judges You!



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Bilikal Rangaswamy Betta

The longer one stays away from posting or giving any heed to the blog; when restarting, more becomes the need to pen down such a monumental literary piece that would someday be at least made into a bad action movie.

Though the hiatus from blogging does fit nicely into that long time interval, this is not one such post.

This is not.

The most action you might come across in this post is a three way bull fighting scene, which was witnessed for a grand total of three seconds, from the window seat of the bus, someplace outside Bidadi.

But if you are reading this line, you have already come across it. The action sequence of the post is over.

The remainder of this post deals mostly with tips about reaching Bilikal Rangaswamy Betta and making it back.

First off, knowing Kannada helps.

A basic knowledge of the where the place is does too.

Since all knowledge about reaching Bilikal Betta on the internet appears to be generated by various versions of the one paragraph, here is some more content to increase that database:

Assuming you are not going by bikes, cars or skydiving right to the top the hill - this is what you do:

Get to K R Market, Kanakpura Bus Stop. There are buses to Kanakapura every 15 minutes or less. At least that’s what it looked like. Hop into one.

No matter what the Google maps say - there is no need to go to Kanakapura.

Get down at Harohalli.

Take a shared auto to Dodda Maralwadi. This is 8 km off. You pass through a lot of Doddis on the way like Narale, Karikal, Durgagowdana Doddi etc. Try to sit in the back of the shared auto with your feet dangling off the edge. Imagination permitting, a video can be made depicting one running very quickly in the air – in full reverse.

Stock up on food, water and drinks at this point. Stare and disbelief at auto drivers who proclaim it is an additional 15 km to the bottom of the trek. Small outbursts of laughter are permitted as well.

The foot of Bilikal Rangaswamy Betta, or as the locals call it - Tal betta is 5 km from Dodda Maralwadi.

Get into an auto whose driver mentions a number no more than 7 km.

One passes through Devanahalli, Konala Doddi during this part of the trip. The place is overgrown with mulberry plantations. And every house is immersed in sericulture.

The best way to make the auto driver warm up to you is to ask basic questions on sericulture, where the eggs are procured, where the silk is sold; make appropriate sympathetic sounds when he details how they get only around 200 bucks for kg of silk produced etc. This effort will not only increase your sericultural know-how, but will also get you his name and contact details, and on the way back make him get a better auto and wait for you for the best part of a quarter hour - as you make your way down the trail.

The trek up – from Tal betta, to Madhya Betta to Bilikal Betta - is about 3 km. In the worst case scenario, as we had to test it out, starting at 1 under the scorching Sun, it takes exactly 2 hours to reach the top. If there are four people trekking, you will almost completely go through at least one kg of bananas, one kg of oranges, one liter of Maaza and two liters of water in this interval.

Tamarind and ‘Belad hannu’ can be foraged as additional appetizers along the way, but this completely depends on how accurately one can throw sticks or dried coconut husks to strike these down from the tree tops.

This trek is usually grouped under Easy to Moderate. In retrospect, it is easily moderate.

Atop the hill, there is a Rangaswamy temple. Carved underneath a giant monolithic rock.

There is a man made pond to the side of the temple, a slight ways off, which provides a sweet swimming area for several small frogs, large toads, small birds and huge bees. As we also came to understand, it serves a dual purpose of providing clean drinking water to the temple inhabitants.

And also, if you really wanted to know it all right away - on a biggish rock in front of the temple, an elephant is painted in blue.

The temple is open on Satudays. The priest comes in for puja on Saturdays. Saturday is the day of the week to target. Or the week of January 14-15th. A huge jatre takes place atop the hill and people from all surrounding villages attend at this time. But this decision, esteemed reader, is totally yours.

The altitude atop the Bilikal Betta makes it so that there is a very pleasant cross breeze at all times. After soaking in the scenery all around where one can see for miles and miles on end, lounging near the temple’s side is serene and peaceful.

The trek down takes just 45 minutes. The Sun also helped by greatly reducing its experiments to see how quickly it can dehydrate trekkers. You could call up your newly made auto driver buddy halfway along the trail, who will deliver you from Tal Betta till Dodda Maralwadi - directly into another auto which will take you all the way till Harohalli and a from there a bus will get you to Bangalore.

If you happen to get down at Banshankari and not K R Market, eat Masala Dosa and Sambar Vade in Adigas before returning home.

The trek will then be truly complete.

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This post is dedicated to Sarvesh and my brothers -the fellow trekkers, the Harohalli aunty- who knew the place way more than Google maps and various blog posts on this topic put together, the kids along the way– Sidalinganna –the woodcutter- for his entertaining tales of elephants and wild buffalo and his elephant survival techniques, Seethamma and her two brothers – for finishing the supply of chocolates, Manju – the sericultural auto driver – for being there on the way back and not making us walk an additional 5 km back to Dodda Maralwadi from Tal Betta.

Point the finger

And suddenly I found myself staring at this picture in a random tumblr account:

That is to blame for reminding me that I have a blog.
And this post's existence.

Well.. since I am already here, in the words of John Langrishe -

Only the minimal of civilities.
Hello.
How are you?
A bit warmer today than Tuesday.
The last may be a little too forgiving.

I see now that Blogger has come up with ways to make even blogs like mine look way cooler than they rightfully should be:

• Flipcard

• Snapshot

• Mosaic

• Sidebar

• Timeslide

Bonus:
Series Recommendations -
Sitcom: The Office (British Version), Modern Family
Drama: Deadwood, Carnivale
Fantasy: Game of Thrones
Crime: The Wire, Breaking Bad

Watch the weather change.
Peace.

The Betrayal

He leaped over the fallen tree and followed his elder brother as they ran swiftly through the forestland in the moonlight. He smiled as he ran. They carried good news back to their besieged camp.

Their town had been peaceful till the enemy attacked. The battle had been raging strong for weeks, with neither side accepting defeat. All able men from his town were sent to battle armed. The brothers had been eager to join. But they were disallowed as they were still young.  

Upon their insistence they were assigned reconnaissance duties. They were ideally suited for this mission anyway. They had grown up in these woods and knew it better than anyone in the town. Their efforts had paid off today. They had discovered the enemy’s storage supplies and routes which was vital information.

The enemy appeared out of nowhere. There were thirty heavily armed people. Within seconds the brothers were captured and tied up. His brother was roughly pulled to their leader who demanded they lead them to their hidden base. Otherwise they both were promised a slow and painful death.

He knew his brother very well. He also knew his end had come, thus. There was no way his brother would divulge anything to the enemy. This realization strangely did not affect him. Instead a strange calm descended. He awaited his inevitable death.

But what followed completely shattered this. His brother instantly agreed to lead the enemy voluntarily, if they were both let go after. A deep rage rose in him and for the first time he truly hated his brother. He was aware his brother knew the enemy would not keep their promise. But in his current state, there was nothing he could do.

The enemy realizing that he had no intention to co-operate tied him to the horse which carried additional weaponry. He burrowed his face in the horse’s mane, to hide his tears of his brother’s cowardice and betrayal.

The elder brother led the group through the forest. They were traveling faster than before now. The horse was almost at a full gallop. He vowed to strike down his brother the first chance he got.

It was then he smelled it faintly. It was only the years of exploring this place that he could detect it. He was thankful of his gag for the first time.

He knew that the smell could only be the toxic gas that hung low above the deep marsh.

The enemy was thundering through a poisonous marshland without their knowledge. The horse which was at the end, realized it too late; started thrashing in vain.

He could not hold his breath in any longer. His head was spinning and his sight unfocussed.

Next thing he knew, he was pulled off the horse and hefted onto a very familiar back. He blearily watched his brother also pull a flame thrower from the horse.

The last thing he saw before he lost consciousness were flames.

Flames burning purple.

He smiled again.

The Tunnel

The man awoke. He could not remember falling asleep. The only vague memories he had were of a fight, a flight of steps, a ledge and drowsiness. Everything else was fuzzy.

He looked around. It was late night. He was on a high ledge in a long, dark tunnel. A naked yellow lamp shed a dim glow of light in the distance.

Somehow he felt different. Good different. Except for a slight numbness in his throat, a few bruises on his limbs, he had never before felt more alive or alert.

He sensed her before she even came into his sight. Her delicate perfume and the smell of her hair filled his nostrils with a heady aroma. He could hear the soft musical sound of her footsteps and quite surely, the rustle of the wind through the folds of her dress.

He was suddenly acutely aware of his own heartbeat.

The light from the lamp caught her. He inhaled sharply. She was exquisite. Her hair softly rose and fell onto her shoulders with her every step. The sight was so mesmerizing that he stared transfixed.

It was only then that he became aware of the other man behind the pillar. The discovery had taken this long as all his senses had been captivated by the vision in front of him. Just as the other man started to move, the light of the lamp caught the hilt of the dagger in his hand.

The glint of light spurred his enthralled body into action. Without any conscious thought, he leapt from the ledge; landed on the ground cat-like and rushed between them before either had moved two feet.

The swiftness of these actions took all of them completely by surprise. The mugger was the first to recover and within the blink of an eye, arched and threw his dagger.

The man, still operating on auto-pilot, ducked instinctively. He closed the distance between them and struck out once. And just like that, the fight was over.

He slowly turned around. On its way past him, the dodged dagger had made a slight graze on the girl’s cheek. They were suffused with a dark pink color now. She stood there motionless, wide-eyed with trembling lips.

His senses went into overdrive. His heart threatened to burst a hole through his chest. He felt a deep heat rise to his head. He eyes saw red. He could no longer breathe. The only thing he knew for sure was that remaining there any longer would make his rescue completely meaningless.

He turned and bolted blindly. A seedy bar was the closest building. He stumbled into the nearest stool. The bartender, dexterously wiping glasses, didn’t even look up when he asked:

‘Blood or wine?’

The man did not reply. He did not need to.

The bartender took one look at the bite marks on the man’s throat, reached for the nearest bottle of blood, and pushed it across.

The label read on the bottle read – ‘For Vampires Only’.

I Write Like

Neil Gaiman.
At least the last two short stories, it seems.

And before that I used to write like Raymond Charles, William Gibson and Stephen King - in that order.

And all that listing stuff - purely ripped off from Cory Doctorow and Isaac Asimov

:P

PS: http://iwl.me/ (for those who did not follow the link above)

Top 50 Foreign Films

The top 50 foreign language movies that I have seen, which were released after 1985, are these:
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1. Cidade de Deus - City of God (2002). Portuguese
2. Das Leben der Anderen - The lives of others (2006). German
3. El Secreto de sus ojos - The secret of their eyes (2009). Spanish
4. La vita è bella - Life is beautiful (1997). Italian
5. Amores Perros - Love's a bitch (2000). Spanish
6. Krótki film o milosci - A short film about love (1988). Portuguese
7. Le fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain - Amelie (2001). French
8. Okurubito - Departures (2008). Japanese
9. Un Prophete - A prophet (2009). Arabic
10. La haine - The Hate (1995). French.
    
11. Oldboy - Old Boy (2003). Korean
12. Festen - The Celebration (1998). Danish
13. Sen to Chihiro no kamikakushi - Spirited away (2001). Japanese
14. Låt den rätte komma in - Let the right one in (2008). Swedish.
15. Le scaphandre et le papillon - Driving bell and the butterfly (2007). French
    
16. Mar Adentro - The Sea Inside (2004). Spanish
17. Nicija zemlja - No Man's land (2001). Bosnian
18. Bacheha-Ye aseman. Children of heaven (1997). Persian
19. Bom yeoreum gaeul gyeoul geurigo bom - Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter... and Spring (2003). Korean
20. Chung Hing sam lam - Chungking Express (1994). Cantonese
21. Lola rennt - Run Lola Run (1998). German
22. Wo hu cang long - Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon (2000). Mandarin
23. Madeo - Mother (2009). Korean
24. Diarios de motocicleta - The Motorcycle Diaries (2004). Spanish
25. Batoru rowaiaru - Battle Royale (2000). Japanese
26. Lilja 4-ever - Lilya 4-ever (2002). Swedish
27. 4 luni, 3 saptamâni si 2 zile - 4 months, 3 weeks, 2 days (2007). Romanian
28. Tôkyô sonata - Tokyo Sonata (2008). Japanese
29. Entre les murs - The Class (2008). French
30. Volver - To Return (2006). Spanish
31. Kolja - Kolya (1996). Czech
32. Linda Linda Linda (2005). Japanese
33. Shi mian mai fu - The house of the flying daggers (2004). Mandarin
34. Die Fälscher - The Counterfeiters (2007). German
35. El paraíso ahora - Paradise Now (2005). Arabic
36. Revanche (2008). German/Russian
37. Mies vailla menneisyyttä - The man without a past (2002). Finnish
38. Tenten - Adrift in Tokyo (2007). Japanese
39. La Misa Luna - Under the Same Moon (2007). Spanish
40. 13 Tzameti (2005). French
41. Malena (2000). Italian/Sicilian
42. Irréversible (2002). French/Spanish
43. Ao no hono-o - The blue light (2003). Japanese
44. Maison do himiko - La maison de Himiko (2005). Japanese
45. Yeopgijeogin geunyeo - My sassy girl (2001). Korean
    
46. Mogari no mori - The Mourning Forest (2007). Japanese
47. Chi to hone - Blood and bones (2004). Japanese
48. Scrap Heaven (2005). Japanese
49. Bakwji - Thirst (2009). Korean
50. Gwoemul - The host (2001). Korean
    

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PS: The list is populated only with the movies whose names I could remember. And of those only those worth getting listed.
PPS: At least one component of the genre of most movies here is 'Drama'.
PPPS: Since rating every movie individually seemed a huge exercise, the list is arranged such that the real good movies are on top.

Top Manga and Anime - Take Two

Repopulating this earlier list of top anime and manga.
Here be the latest ordering:

1. One Piece [Manga + Anime]
2. Berserk [Manga + Anime]
3. Bleach [Manga + Anime]
4. Naruto [Manga + Anime]
5. Death Note [Anime]
6. Full Metal Alchemist [Manga + Anime]
7. Lone Wolf and Cub [Manga]
8. Monster [Anime]
9. Samurai X: Rurouni Kenshin [Anime]
10. Code Geass R1: Lelouch of the Rebellion [Anime]
11. Code Geass : Lelouch of the Rebellion R2 [Anime]
12. Gintama [Anime]
13. Black Lagoon [Anime]
14. Black Lagoon 2: The Second Barrage [Anime]
15. Ubel Blatt [Manga]
16. Vagabond [Manga]
17. Detective School Q [Anime]
18. Trigun [Anime]
19. Cowboy Bebop [Anime]
20. Kenichi [Anime]
21. Gun X Sword [Anime]
22. Nodame Cantabile [Anime]
23. Gantz [Manga]
24. Eden [Manga]
25. Akira [Manga]
26. Nodame Cantabile Paris [Anime]
27. Seirei No Moribito [Anime]
28. Fruits Basket [Anime]
29. Hunter x Hunter [Anime]
30. Avatar [Anime]
31. Zero No Tsukaima [Anime]
32. Zero no Tsukaima: Futatsuki no Kishi [Anime]
33. Fate Stay Night [Anime]
34. Elfen Lied [Manga + Anime]
35. Melody of Oblivion [Anime]
36. Macross Zero [Anime]
37. Hellsing [Anime]
38. Samurai Deeper Kyo [Anime]
39. Full Metal Panic [Anime]
40. Busou Renkin [Anime]
41. Blame! [Manga]
42. Bitter Virgin [Manga]
43. Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei [Anime]
44. Serial Experiments Lain [Anime]
45. Afro Samurai [Anime]

In the list:
Underlined ones are continuing, and still going good and strong.
Bold ones are new additions to the list.

Special Mention:
Watchmen - [English/Comics] - would have tied with Rank 7 in the list above.

Along the way while cooking up this list, came across these titles too:

• Full Metal Alchemist - Brotherhood
• Claymore
• Hajime No Ippo
• Samurai Champloo
• 20th Century Boys

Any of these worth watching?

Random:
Black Lagoon - Third Season is confirmed.
\m/

'Hello', he lied

For about a week now, a majority of the daytime has been spent in documenting stuff already done, stuff that needs to be done, and the way to do the stuff. Since I have been creative writing for days on end, and also as this blog is somehow turning out to be a place where I report what I have watched in the recent remember-able past, herewith lies one more in the same vein:

In reverse chronological order, here goes:
[Start date - 19/4/2010]
1. Saw Eddie Izzard's - 'Definite Article' (1996) because of a comment about this post - Top Stand Up Comedians - in Buzz. This dude will make the top 15 in the list. Easily. Had forgotten how good he was since the last stand up bit I'd seen of him was years and years ago.

2. Watched 'Like Totally' and 'Melbourne International Comedy Festival' by Dylan Moran. Added respect for the dude. Bumping this guy two places up in the original Top Stand Up Comedians list. One of the few guys who do not re-use 90% of their material from their first show in all their acts.

3. Watched the latest episodes of One Piece. This still remains as the best anime on the Top Anime list. Eiichiro Oda has still a God status. Berserk is up 50% or so from last week too. Mostly because I realized that Kentaro Miura has restarted drawing Berserk, after a long hiatus where he up and left to professionally learn to play Guitar Hero.

4. Watched the whole series of - The Wire - which according to Wikipedia "has been described by critics as the greatest television series ever made". And I must say, it is worth every single decimal point in the 9.7 rating in IMDB.

5. Discovered that the DVD release of FRIENDS has some decent amount of un-aired footage in every episode. And this realization after having watched the aired version over four times completely. /facepalm

6. A bunch of decent movies - will try to make a honest post out of this.

7. Briefly tried to continue watching Samurai Deeper Kyo. Still does not seem to show any more promise than the usual action anime.

8. IPL. On and off.

9. Simulation Waveforms. In VCS by Synopsys.
[End date - 19/3/2010]

Action Items:
a. Re-populate this anime list.
b. Do something about Point 6.

Random information:
Presently listening to - 'Breath of Life' by Shamindra from the Album: Secrets Of Zen - "Japanese Chill Out" Volume.1

Guess with the picture added and all this post may be of a decent length by now.
/kthxbai