Fête de la Musique

Given a choice I would like to celebrate my birthday on 21st June rather than on the normal unimportant 23rd September. Day before yesterday on my way back home (that tour de bangalooru from Whitefield to BTM) Radio One told me that this Thursday we celebrate the World Music Day, and I felt deep disgust! How come I didn’t know about it?

Wishing all those feed-me-on-music companions, a very happy world’s music day. Get stoned by all your favorite music the whole day today, don’t miss a minute on this day. This morning also the same source, Radio one, played some great tracks in bus (Smriti’s ipod is broken and it’s all agony for me, does someone know how to fix it, the green and orange lights are twinkling and no sound output! Help!). Javeda Zindagi, Jhin min jhini, Nusrat-tere bin nahi lagda, Albela sajan and a few more vellicating treat for the listening sense.

I have decided to keep this post short and simple J and would just pen down some random songs that my player is playing. Here it goes

1. (I can’t get no) Satisfaction – Rolling stones.
2. Is mod se jaate hain – Gulzar/R D Burman/Lata/Kishore
3. Karma Police Unplugged – Radiohead
4. Haath Chhute to Rishtey nahi chhoda karte – Gulzar/Jagjit Singh
5. Jesus don’t want me for a sunbeam – Nirvana MTV Unplugged
6. Pale Blue eyes – The Velvet Underground

Soon I will be back with a post on my favorites Indian Ocean, till then roll on!

Music is life.

Love!

Innumerable times I thought that I would actually pick up this more of a cliché topic for my blog. And when I thought of writing all I could think of is a big blank white sheet of paper, calm silence and thoughtless sensations. But I think I can still hold the pen and try to draw my design on the most hyped of all the feelings. And perhaps. rightly so!

First of all in this post I must mention this disclaimer that my posts are totally biased towards the breed of people similar to me, as the varieties in this world are immense, nothing can be discussed on a generic platform and everything is so very personalized and customized according to what goes on around someone.

Coming back to the mainline; Love, hmm let me check wordweb first of all. Oh my lord, 7 meanings as noun and another 4 as verbs. Let me take the nice ones and then I can do the autopsy!

• ‘A strong positive emotion of regard and affection’, sounds good.
• The second one is more obvious to our senses ‘A beloved person; used as terms of endearment’
• And similarly ‘A deep feeling of sexual desire and attraction’,
• The first verb ‘Have a great affection or liking for’
• The rest are all same stuff said using different words, so no point mentioning.

So, now the time to put in my view, you already know it (in case you have read my previous posts!), I am confused about this phenomena as well. (Believe me anand astro physics is easier!!). More importantly, I am confused about the naming conventions. The exact meaning isn’t so clear to anyone, at least not to me. It is such an abstract and immeasurable term that you never know what the hell is the hype about.

Connecting it with the hormonal hullabaloo and other biological activities may actually help me understand it in some subtle manner, but there my lack of education in that domain restricts the addition of my awareness and knowledge and I am not that sad about that either, I never wanted to study bio anyways . Now, how do I get my curiosity curbed? Hmm, some of my so-called ‘experienced’ friends speak like a sage and tell ‘Beta, you will understand it all once you get into it!!’, Oh, ok sir, you mean I need to sit and wait for the rainy day to understand the water cycle. Let it be then!

But, it’s been a long time yaar, some twenty three dry years; there must have been some drop of rain! Did I miss it? Oops, stupid me, I must keep my eyes open. I think that like most of the things, I will calmly stay silent on this topic as well, without a clear viewpoint, trying to observe more of life, finding more meaning in what this love scenario is all about before I develop a view of my own.

But at the same time I think I have been in love lately, I am not so sure about it as well, because I still miss that strong end of the road feeling that ’seen that done that’, yea I feel that Forest Gump feeling for sure that “Having the best days of my life”, May be its all about that. The realization that this is best time you have ever had, the best feeling you have felt, sounds so imaginative, but sounds true, feels good!

I think I am lost, and it’s not a new thing for me to think. I love being lost, and I don’t want to lose being loved!

Cheers!!!!!

 

Ambition Ambivalencies & Ambiguity

Today the network is down and hence I cannot do anything else but listen to some songs and talk to people and, ah, yea and think. So it’s better to think and pen down something rather than think and do nothing.

I don’t know why I decide to write on ambition, it’s picked by an absolutely random spike of thought. And perhaps, because I feel confused about the whole scenario of ambition and achievements and successes and failures and the world surrounding it. It goes back to our school days (considering our good old Indian scenario); where we were told and preached to perform the obvious compulsions to our possible bests, and the only yardstick was academics (unfortunately, though) and hence there were Ramas, Ravanas and Hanumanas according to the reflections of their report cards. I still feel this could have been better; it’s still not that bad anyways. But I think that compulsive force drives us to places we are forced to realize are the places we want to be, and the sad thing is that this becomes a way we live and we continue flowing with the rivers all the time.

Yes, the domination of herd becomes distinctly visible here. At least to my software engineer friends it should. The path has been more or less same for all of us. An above average score in secondary examinations mixed with the social notion of science as the life gate for the high scorer student takes you to science field. And in spite of the huge ocean of opportunities, we filter out engineering and medical and decide to increment the unimaginable container of proficient and hollow and pretending and amazing and all sorts of ‘technical experts’ by one. Parents happy, the guy looks ‘settled’, for at least next few years no more brainstorming of ‘what do I do with my life?’

So, we enter this herd container, next arrives the feeling of greed and incompleteness, now the guy wants more, what do I do now! A master’s degree, hmm yea looks like a good option! Done with technical stuff, lets try management. Or the great mentos minds will go and give a GRE, (arrre yaar, why waste all the knowledge that we have gained without doing an MS? from a cool university!)

So, we end up getting a big fat job, everything is fine, the career is made, life mystery resolved, life is beautiful! Convince your girl friend’s dad, get married! Just give your parents a hint your want to tie, they will get your married (I don’t understand, why getting your first son working is such a big dream). Have kids, join a gym and try to lose fat, get a spacious car, get appraised, and get screwed for getting appraised! You are in thirties and it’s still a long way left.

It doesn’t impress me, it never did, and it never shall (hopefully!). We form the herd, run with it, and we never find time to sit back and realize that it’s not always a race that we have to win. We never know what we want and what we need!

When I compare myself to peers, I feel contented, desires lacking and ambitions unclear! But may be it’s just at the surface as it looks like, perhaps it’s a deception, a blind walk along the herd. I console myself by telling that hopefully I think beyond the herd and will do something that everyone doesn’t, but the mere fact that I think this and never implements it puts me at the centre of that huge mediocre crowd trying to make a point. But yea, there is one thing that makes some of us different, the realization of the fact that what difference would it make when we get out of this herd! We become part of another herd. Existence isn’t as simple as mathematics, or for the matter of fact, not even as simple as astro-physics. Its complex, at least for me! Think.

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