Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Alms For Shanti & a Brimful of Asha

Ahilya Ghat by the Ganges, Varanasi, named aft...
Ahilya Ghat by the Ganges, Varanasi, named after Ahilya Bai Holkar, (ruled 1767-1795) also known as the Philosopher Queen, the a Holkar dynasty Queen of the Malwa kingdom, India. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
MacDougal Street in Greenwich Village
MacDougal Street in Greenwich Village (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
English: Varanasi, India as seen from Ganga river.
English: Varanasi, India as seen from Ganga river. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
There are many roads to Rome, so they say, and its about the journey rather than the destination, so they say again. They do say a lot of things, these soothsayers. But now here I sit, and I wanna say some things too, not that they have not been said at some point in time or another, because the urge to do justifies itself. As a matter of fact, the belief I hold is beginning to ring true too, albeit for myself, but there is no getting around the fact that whatever we do or say has already been though of or about by some punter with the same urge and push. The majority of what gets said or goes quietly dissolving into oblivion like so many have done so through the ages- from provocateurs to the sages, is a grim reality. All of that ink is finally adjudged by time itself as it separates the beef and the bone, preserving what's digestible and what's not. The writ stuff, like the sands of time contained in an hour-glass, is flipped over each time it gets filled. The brim becomes the broom and one part is wholesome and clean and empty- bereft of even a single grain of sand, till another expression beckons and the self-same sands come sliding down to fill in that temporary brim. In a way nothing there nothing new to be said, but I guess the beauty is in naturally remembering whatever strikes a note with you.

Like the Zen expression, you can step into the same river more than once.
Varanasi Trail comes to mind- a song by a well known rock band from India that went seeking the holy grail to the big apple- New York, and found themselves doing gigs to survive in what is possibly the most cut-throat piece of real estate in the planet, in what is the most vicious dog-eat-dog territorium in the whole damn galaxy. It does make ironic beauty that they penned a song titled after a city that is as old as time itself and the very reflection of that paradoxical oxymoron called India.
In India they were called Rock Machine, becoming en-route Indus Creed. When I saw them perform in a dark basement in Greenwich Village the band had become Alms for Shanti - a name as evocative of spiritual India as it is of the compulsive search for peace, acceptance and understanding.

But that's not the point- the pointer if there is any is that of the liner that says "in a car, you're a spectator; on a bike, you're an actor". Now if life is a journey, then rising above the daily quandary by befriending adversity is the key to enjoying that journey without fussing about Point X, Y or Z; just be, and sing along to a tune they gifted...

Alms For Shanti- Varanasi Trail

wanderstruck, at sea without a sail, tokin' guru on the varanasi trail, renounce the world,
denounce the forces, courses that wend their ways to collision
subterfuge! cries the subconscious mind, i need to go, i need to seek and find the meaning,
the feeling of reaching deep into the heart divine

mystical misadventures in elixirs and blessed tinctures, rituals and frankincense in the pursuit of transcendence
walk the path, the line, the road, the riverbank, at every flank a godman with a handbook
- "10 Quick Steps To Nirvana"

somebody's been driving my karma
somebody ran over my schemes
someone took a piece of my dharma
and left me severed at the knees

guru-dakshina - salve for the soul, god for 3 pieces of gold
faith, patience, a vial of pills, the swami's off on a delivery of thrills
oh, this emptiness inside, I need substance to feel alright, smoke the pipe, the peace pipe, boom shankar, BOOM!

somebody's been driving my karma
somebody ran over my schemes
someone took a piece of my dharma
and left me severed at the knees

wonderlust, belief without a veil, ridin' shotgun on the Varanasi trail, face the world, deface the girl - the churl, oh put it down to religion
sacred remains sacrosanct, to believe in god is to do good to man, your destiny's in your own hands

somebody's been driving my karma
somebody ran over my schemes
someone took a piece of my dharma
and left me severed at the knees

Alms For Shanti- I Wish I Was A Whale
fodder for the mind:
i don`t wanna die
take me far away
from chinese appetite

there`s no one, we`re alone tonight
nobody on the scene
just me and an elephant feeding on the green
there`s no one in the woods tonight
they`ve gone to save the whales
bein` a tiger is a crockashit
i wish i was a whale

fodder for the mind:
there`s no one left to hide
someone shot the game
now play is out for life

there`s no one, we`re alone tonight
nobody on the scene
just me and an elephant feeding on the green
there`s no one in the woods tonight
they`ve gone to save the whales
bein` a tiger is a crockashit
i wish i was a whale






                                   

Cornershop
Brimful Of Asha

Songwriters: SINGH, TJINDER

[There's dancing behind movie scenes
Behind the movie scenes - Sadi Rani
She's the one that keeps the dream alive,
From the morning, past the evening,
Till the end of the light
Brimful of Asha on the forty-five
Well, it's a brimful of Asha on the forty-five
Brimful of Asha on the forty-five
Well, it's a brimful of Asha on the forty-five
And singing illuminate the main streets and the cinema aisles
We don't care about no government warning
About that promotion of the simple life and the dams they are building
[ Lyrics from:  ]
CHORUS
Everybody needs a bosom for a pillow,
Everybody needs a bosom
Everybody needs a bosom for a pillow,
Everybody needs a bosom
Everybody needs a bosom for a pillow,
Everybody needs a bosom

Mine's on the forty-five
Mohammed Ruffi (forty-five)
Lata Mangeshka (forty-five)
Solid state radio (forty-five)
Ferguson mono (forty-five)
Mon public (forty-five)
Jacques Dutronc and the Bolan Boogies
The Heavy Hitters and the chi chi music
All Indian radio (forty-five)
Two in ones (forty-five)
Ovvo records (forty-five)
Trojan records (forty-five)]


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