SighTs aNd souNds

SighTs aNd souNds
When music works in-sync with art,it gives rise to an ultimate dual performance that the stage itself has never ever seen even on the big screen:"DoubLe TeaM"

SeTTiNg tHe suPeR sceNe

SeTTiNg tHe suPeR sceNe
I am a sucker for the rock genre of music.I acquired a taste for it 9years ago,and since then i couldnt escape Electric city (life inside an electric guitar).Punk is my choice,but am down with alternative,gothic,hard and soft aspects too.As long as it is rock,it'll work.

Mad abouT MAD

Mad abouT MAD
MAD magazines have been my inspirational favorite since the beginning of time.I am a huge,avid hoarder who owns a library of this jocular magazine.Its a highly recommended collector's item and treasure trove.And its fully worth it,so dont live your life without it ;)

RocKaMaNia

RocKaMaNia
My arsenal of rock cds is still growing by the day and i dont see them stopping until they tile my entire floor,paper my four walls,make my bed sheets and curtains,then finally board the ceiling :)

Saturday 6 August 2011

THe couRT lives agaiN


My house used to be the venue for a lot of basketball games.My older brother was a good player and so were his friends.Back in the early nineties,basketball was a trending game we all loved though i didn’t play at all as i was merely a spectator.Sometimes,after school a couple of students from the class would come over to my house for a basketball game just for the fun of it,and on the weekends it was more like a tournament was taking place on our court.But as we grew older and time passed by,the fun slowly started fading out.Nobody paid much attention to the court and less people came to play at the house.The surface of the court was eroded and moss found it quite conducive to spread all over the top.The ball got deflated very often as a result of this and the board gradually began to peel.The net finally fell off and the ring eventually got rusted.At a point in time,it looked just like a junkyard;utterly unappealing and absolutely pallid.The court remained like this over the years before random ideas started spreading on what the place should be transformed into considering the impression of a court had already vanished long ago.But last week,something surprising happened on the spot where our court used to lie.A group of strange men started digging the surface and others were mixing cement contents to lay a smooth foundation.The kids who weren’t really born when we rocked this very court filed a complaint to dad and he bought what they were selling.The idea appeared interesting to him as it would reduce boredom and also help out as a means of exercise for them.So he called on a crew to revive the spirit of basketball in the house.The board’s been changed already and a new net has been fastened to the polished ring.Now all that’s left is the basketball itself to show up.Dad says he’ll bring it along with him when he’s coming home,but the keen kids are sick of waiting for the ball to arrive.So they improvised with a soccer ball!Yes,indeed the enthusiasm is on and the game has bounced back!

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