Music and blah blah:)

dil dhoondta hai, that was the song mridula sang for a moment on stage n yesterday's session. After missing home and friends for more than an hour, the song came as a wonderful gift. a message, an insight, a lesson, a learning: everything packed in a bundle came to me. It's a quiet early morning of the first day of July. While standing in the balcony, watched a flock of snow-white birds flying across the sky. For a moment, felt like stretching my arms and flying with them to all those distant skies I long for. And in the very next moment, felt like folding hands, looking up, closing eyes, and saying a silent prayer. From me to Him. And after doing that, was surprised how I couldn't ask for a single thing which I might have loved to ask for, and how overwhelming that moment is when you needn't say a word, for the one beyond the skies already knows you, knows you so well. Had a long (fairly long I must say) talk with a friend yesterday. liked it/her. Back to my room, she

There was so much noise, clamor, laughters, talks, chitchats, words, words and so many words and suddenly amid them, I was missing my silence. There's a very fine line that differentiates perpetual happiness from momentary joy. And peace ought to be something totally different. Not that I can not write about it or have not experienced it ever, but I know there're depths still untouched. I don’t want to forget small moments of beauty. They’re hard to come by and often need to be forced into existence. So when they occur of their own accord, I want to grab on and cling like only a hungry child can understand. Like last night, when I was sitting in the balcony, backlit by the red bulb, and saw my silhouette—bent over, I felt as if something was missing in that picture perfect. Missed strings, missed the music they produce and then smiled realizing how drastically I've changed over the years. I wasn't restless. was at peace knowing that music will come to me someday. for su

Something so beautiful which I stumbled up just like that. Happy Days There's just so much to write. I can sense it, feel it. But the awesome evenings here in the laps of nature just leave me totally wordless. A moment where you feel joy, peace, wonder, music, love.. all at once, and then a long, very long sequence of such moments when you see the lights of the evening vanishing gradually into some nothingness. That was one such evening. Hoping for more of them:) Mom, dad, bro, bruno... I miss you all and yet I don't miss for you're in me, around me every single moment. blessings.

I feel like writing. I sit here, silent and still, opening myself one door at a time. With a silent flourish, I am throwing myself open – to the universe, to the muse, to the magic, to the words… and I am waiting to be overcome and flooded with them and their variousness. Every being within me is opening with synchronized clicks and whirls. Latches slide themselves open. Locks drop out of place. Lost keys are found and hinges swing freely. My eyes, my arms, my body itself… every fold of my flesh, every half-born idea in my head, every green vein, every fragile tear, every eyelash on my eyes seem to be opening wider and wider… welcoming the change that is to come… welcoming the world that is to settle inside me soon… for it is somewhere near, I feel it close by… a newness, an entirely new, unimagined soulfulness… a new soul… I hear it whisper to me in those moments between sleep and wakefulness… I see it from the corner of my eye, slipping away between the folds of white linen clouds an

sometimes you've a lot to say about music, but you know how futile it is to even attempt:) November Rains, Guns and Roses. Slash. Awesome. Wordless. Ineffable. Lost and found lost and found ....

In photography The "decisive moment" is that tiny, pin-prick sized point in time When the universe makes a secret pact with Time, light, serendipity, and often, beauty That come together To create the perfect, un-recreatable picture. And you can almost believe That the universe slightly altered itself In some small way For that single photographer in that single moment. In life The decisive moment is that gap between what you believe and what you feel The unclutter The moment in which the way in which you see the world changes Forever Almost as if the photographer's eye changed To view the world differently. Which creates that un-recreatable moment of clarity In which you decide And finally stick by it. However, You must deserve the beauty awarded to you. You must struggle. Alter yourself. Gouge out your eyes if need be. Deserve your moment.

It is crazy, however I can't complain about it either. Today was the sixth time I went for my Yoga class after a sleepless night. On two occasions, I was watching some movie with bro till 3 or 4 (sleeping after which meant missing Yoga class which I just didnt want to do, so I stayed up all through the rest of the nights just to feel that morning breeze on my face and attend the classes), and the rest of the times, we were chitchatting about I-can't-even-recall-what. Post Yoga class: a cup of steaming milk, newspaper and then I get the time to sleep. Not quite healthy, but as far as it helps me stay regular at yoga classes, I can't complain. Talking about movies, The next couple of things I want to write about are the movies I watched: Guide: I remember having heard its songs long back on Television. I remember how during a journey to Delhi dad had said how this movie was a comeback for DevAnand and how he invested almost all his savings in this movie (Much like what RajKap