Saturday, March 31, 2012

Sultan of swing

Firstly. sorry to all the fans of sultans of swing who have been misled to this blog.this is not about the song.

Secondly. The title comes to my sudden realization that my mind gets diverted at the slightest of mood swings. yes . now that is not something that i seem to be able to control.

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Thursday, March 29, 2012

List of things doing the rounds today

- Abhinav Kadam my friend has managed to put up a guitar cover of  "Kissi ki muskurahaton" on youtube , and it has made into MTV unplugged. Very excited !!
- Eternally pissing moment with my roomate ,with the shouts to turn the volume down (it was never that loud i swear)
- GPU computing
- Algebra and Math
- Me wants to play lucky ali songs. Me gusta !

The Magic that is India

Firstly i will start with the confession , which is an obvious one. You are always predisposed to have a bit of bias towards the land from where motherly love comes from.Be it from your mother, or your father (i think its just as motherly at times ;) . Then there is this whole influence of your friends, your teachers , your extended family ( as good as it gets in my case) and what not.

But then , there are things in India that you get nowhere else. There is the always helpful and casual public. They know not the ways of the nice or the civilized.They are educated in matters of the heart. They uphold traditions , and stick to them religiously.I am not talking the ones people tend to politicize or turn into vote banks.I am talking rich belief and integrity in human values. You can tolerate people spitting on the roads,  you can still go to them and ask for help and then exchange a smile and a token of gratitude without uttering the word "thanks". Words need not be spoken to be understood, smiles need not be forced to be seen.It is india to me. Everything is effortless in my land. Everything is unforced. May be there is a bit of violence a bit of rudeness that people of other cultures tend to misinterpret. But then, we just do fine when it comes to treating the person the right way. We are brothers to our best friends , and we are almost never acquaintances.We have no work buddies ( at least i dint).I miss that here. I miss that warmth and those impalpable moments. I may sound a bit too patriotic (chauvinistic if u push it) , but then this is not something that I am using as a list of things that make my country the one worth living in.

Its a list of things that i wish for you to have experienced if you are non-indian , or a list of things that you might have in your head , but cant seem to put them in a blog - like me , since you are not as jobless/distracted.

PS : For a change , i stuck to the title i started out with.

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Hypocrisy staring right at you !

It was a nice and easy day. I was lucky enough to have survived bangalore as a bad guitarist. a really bad one who prolly should not even associate the word guitarist with himself. But i use it for claritys sake.
So . Now was my turn to get to Minnesota with me and my guitar in one piece. My roomate had agreed to let me "unconditionally" play guitar/music whenever i wanted. i felt lucky.

Things arent as they were planned. He doesnt like loud music .Just like my dad. I am not pissed off at either of them. I dint have a choice with my dad. He dint like it , and of corz , he has every right to ask me to shut up too . Well , what about my roomate ? I am not sure. Hes a hypocrite for sure. I give him the advantage of "desperation in bad times" to have agreed to all my conditions, since he prolly had no one else to roomie up with. Thats not gonna stop me from whining. I hate this . Its like being imprisoned.

Studio for cheap anyone ?

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Is language the barrier

I was wondering today how it gets so hard to sometimes express what you feel inside, and in the attempt to put it into words,  you end up compromising on them by trying to resort to the most common analogies , like "im depressed" or "im feeling sad" or " i feel lucky" or "i feel wierd" , and you just hope that the person on the other side of the conversation figures out what you are implying. But how often does that happen ? May be never, may be at times or may be at all times.. How do you know ? Well i dont . So to sum it up , i have lost my faith in the laymans language a little. And my faith in  writers have gone up. Somehow they just manage to put it all together in the most effortless way. Respect.

This also reminds me of how some languages unlike English , have specific words for expressing some real specific feelings or even events.I wonder how this really changes the way they understand each other , and if anything changes when the same conversation happens in English.Something to think about.Hopefully i will learn   korean/french/japanese one day and try and figure this out myself. haha.