Another music review

Everyone’s favourite hollaback girl is back! Gwen’s second solo album, Sweet Escape is a literal escape from the cliché of pop music. Leave it to this diva, to rip you from your pop comfort zone and, in the pleasantest way possible and knock you around a bit. No mainstream pop star can manage to wriggle her way around the faux Swiss yodel and an up tempo groover quite like she does. Hate her or love her, you’ve got to admire the gutsy style with which she flaunts that bright red pout while flirting with all the big hitters, ranging from Nellee Hooper to Keane’s Tim Rice-Oakley. Always a mistress of the synthetic sound, Gwen’s collaborations with Akon in the title track is convincingly the wildest thing she has ever attempted.
Among the twelve tracks on the disc Early Winter is possibly the most rewarding for a music fan because of its easy, soulful melody. Orange county girl is one of the more up-tempo tracks with simple yet expressive lyrics. 4 in the morning is a slow track where Gwen re establishes her right to being one of the leading singers in the industry today. The rest of the tracks take us back to the fun loving Gwen who was missed.

I just made a long list of my nicknames and their origins and then deleted it by mistake :( :( :(
Very angry! grumpy! till i read this from shar
http://www.poetbay.com/viewText.php?textId=39649
yay! Inspired never loses hope...the list will be written..slowly...

My Nicknames

The listing starts...

1. Pari~ Always been my favorite. Don't remember the first person who called me that but whoever does gets a big star :)


2. Panni~ This one has a copyright..only ma is allowed to call me that! and that too only when she really means it.


3. Ka~ Wonder why Na stopped calling me that...hmmm..


4. Jumbli~ Again only ppl who have given birth to me can use it.


5. Kuchi~ Family of a different kind..don't misinterpret the smile this name gives me. 3rd std friends in ooty thought it was a big joke to call me stick. I was insulted by it for years until mom told me Papa used to call me that too. course he dint know what it meant in tamil but still it make me feel much better bout the word and when Suppu was struggling to find an appropriate nickname for me..I suggested it...it stuck! but beware, u must make sure u have perm to use it..only closest friends, as-good-as-family ppl are allowed.


6. Purrr~ he he..brings back memories...class 10..those psychos...don't u dare try this one!


7. Par~ started with Mad..now even SHGHS gals call me that..donno where they got it from...


8. Paani~ Only when I wear blue.


9. Paari~ big no-no!


10. Patrinika~ Mallu dad thought he was close enough. ha!


11. Parnike~ Eco teacher's creation..he he


12. Priyanka~ No, name is not that easy, common.


13. Nika~ Don't mind this one unless it's connected to someone from a K-serial


14. Akinrap~ Interesting...again suggested my me...the muddle doesn't mind thinks backwards


15. Aparnika~ thats probably my fault. I stumble over my own name sometimes

Now my precious surnames

1. Raise~ Actually thats the way it should be pronounced..just don't spell it like that!


2. Ga-mat~ Ur not Anglo! Don't go there!


3. Gaa-math~ AArgh!!

Makes me Wonder

*note: read this aloud with your fakest english accent*

These are things I've always wondered about

~*~ What do flyovers look like from the cock pit of a helicopter?

I'm guessing the ones in B'lore(the dairy circle one, the Airport rd one and the residency rd one) look like the stretched out tentacles of an octopus..but i still wanna check for myself.

~*~ Why do people find it so difficult to pronounce and remember my name?!

That is one unanswerable quest. If I start listing out the innumerable ways in which my name has been twisted, I'll never finish this post..And it's not only my first name..my surnames, middle names and nicknames have been disrespected as well! what an outrage! ok..I know my name is rare and unique and you, in your ignorant world, have never heard it before..but that gives u no right to trample all over it!

Another thing is your memory...once you learn to pronounce my name, (I let u off when u come close enough to the original) u take the liberty to bury it in the remotest corner of your unfanthomably tiny brain and 'forget' it!

Now if u take the trouble to know me, u'll know how i smile when i see someone struggling to remember what I'm called. It gives me great pleasure (and sometimes grave frustration) to find someone screwing up their foreheads, pulling their hair and fidgeting with their fingers in an attempt to uncover that secret hideout, within themselves, where my name has conveniently found its refuge...(wow! I just personified my name!)

I'd like to know what it feels like to be that (above described) person. While I await that incredible oppurtunity, I request u to stop messing with my beautiful, perfectly inappropriate names and avoid calling me the first thing that comes to ur head when that seemingly difficult 'struggle' ends.

Hmmm....there are a no of other things I muse about in my most muddled up mind..presently breakfast awaits and as most of u know emptiness of stomach blocks the ability to think in a sufficiently muddled manner and therefore i must stop here.

ps: I love the no of 'm's in that last sentence :)

Love raises you up to high hills

This is my latest poem. It's already on poetbay. In fact I wrote it with one of the poets from that site. He wrote two verses and I wrote two and it was my first co write ever!

But since this is my blog, I refuse to borrow inputs! I've put up only my part of the poem. Don't worry it still makes sense.
The main theme is that we all love differently so when we look around someone else's love seems smaller or greater but the truth is everyone loves just as much as another.

Love raises you up to high hills

And when you look down

The red cars may seem tiny

Just remember those hearts

Have the power to love too

Not everyone loves like you

They refuse to be consumed by love

Yet they make place in their elastic hearts

And if you care to look around from your summit

You'd see you're important too

my first ever music review

K...this is a music review I wrote for Midday
It's the only opiniated piece of work I've done here..so I guess it deserves a place on my blog..
You must know that it was a little editted by Ram sir (the chief editor of Midday!) But most of it is my own crap..temme what u think...

Still bratty

Album: The Best Damn Thing
Singer: Avril Lavigne
Label:RCA

It looks like Lavigne, who started out as a convention-defying, bratty pop rocker, refuses to give up her cocky persona even after finding marital bliss. The stick-in-your-head, cheerleader style lyrics of her new single, Girlfriend, released in April, surprised fans looking for something more soulful after her last album Under My Skin.
The more upbeat songs of The Best Damn Thing retain the smack-in-the-face profanity of Lavigne's trademark tie and stocking, and micro mini garb. The grown-up side of this Canadian recluse is revealed in Keep holding on, which is inspirational, but empty of heart wrenching sincerity.
After her blonde makeover, the grungy, guitar-thrashing icon has lost the adorable angst of her teen years and sold out to mainstream Hollywood. Her punk to pink look gained the attention she craves, but lost the uniqueness that she was admired for.

I'm late...as usual

Sheesh!! This blog was created last month and it's still blank! shame on me!
k..I have no idea why I created this blog...ya, madhu's proddings did help...but this is not smt i did just cos everyone else is doing it...i'm not that lame!
But what am i gonna do now..I'm here..I've gotta blog..and I have no clue what to do with it..
Enough of this meaningless nonsesnse (as if any nonsense can ever be meaningful!)

k...I guess I can put up my poetry here...but i already have poetbay for that...
What bout all those msgs I refuse to delete from my inbox..they can find refuge online...or can they? I have a diary for that!
Then what the hell am i gonna do here?!
*two mins of staring blankly at screen*
still clueless!
but gotta say..I like the name of my blog..it's just so clever..it's just so me...
When i was little my mom used to call me 'Jumbli'...she said I was always like that..all jumbled up...never know what I'm doing..absent minded in a sense...u know what im talking bout..i mean I can open the fridge looking for cheese and end up eating a raw tomato! it's pretty amazing...thats the way my brain works..unfortunately..
ha ha..I just made u read that pointless story!
k...it's pretty clear that I'm jobless..I'm gonna stop rambling now..