My Musings

.... Okay I am getting to be a stereotype .. can pen down anything only if it is related to a song.. Probably because I spend so much time listening to only songs these days and not reading as much.. Either getting too jaded to read new stuff or not pushing myself to open the doors of my literary cell to new knocks! ..  This one is on the repeat for the past few days .. and it just does not stop even when the headphones are off. It keeps buzzing in the background .. just those 3 words .. Such important words - but words that we never stop and consider or are too busy to even think about... Life, of late, has been totally centered on our "Tea Sessions" - the variety of conversations, the confessions, the sharing, the caring, the occasional "guests" to the gang... To the extent that sometimes we are depressed that there are two villains - Saturday and Sunday - in between !! Amen to my "Tea Gang".. May this go on forever... Coming back to the Song -...

..... need not always been something that is evident and can been seen outside... There are many a times where there is a severe chaos in your mind or heart - everything in the outward world is perfect - life is at its peaceful best and attuned perfectly to a rhythm. Everything that signifies happiness is at its top form and yet there is this niggle in you that is stopping you from feeling and being at peace. Sometimes this niggle is a tsunami and the worst one is where you dont know what is the cause. I desperately want to find that rotten train of thought and purge it out, but am not able to do so. I think as I read somewhere it is best to wait and stay put till it ultimately flushes out its own. During these times, the best is to stick to your routine, be an automaton, listen to your favorites, read your favorites, listen to more conversations than talk - for you dont know what might slip out of your lips unthinkingly ... So, just hanging in there for this internal chaos to dissipa...

After 3 months of relentless scorching heat,  Bangalore is back to its envied weather condition.  The past week has been absolute bliss - min you only weather wise! Yesterday night it poured dinos and rhinos. It was such a lovely feeling going to bed listening to the heavy rain. It was so chilly that i brought our thick blankies out. Though right at this moment I am facing the aftermath of that bliss  - you guessed right - terrible roads and choking traffic. Last Sunday we went cycling,  after a break of almost 4 weeks.  The weather just awesome,  I could have cycled forever only if the roads are just as nice and there say not killing smoke from all vehicles around. It is lovely to be sitting in an auto,  going to work,  with gentle breeze all over me - so what if every 500m I am assailed by the stench of the ever increasing rotting garbage on bangalore roads!!!

Yesterday I attended my first ever live concert of a bollywood singer - Arijit Singh - and this was with live symphony. It was one of the most awesome experiences I have had. I guess Live Symphony means they make their own music. None of the songs they played / he sang were on the same pace or exact tune  of the original song. Even slow songs were played at a faster tempo.  The days leading to the concert I was skeptical if it is worth the money we were spending. Each ticket say 2250/-. And that too we were just the silver class - that means from where we sat arijit was barely visible.  On top of that when we realised that we needed to be around an hour early to collect tickets,  I saw quite miffed. But despite the 2 hour or so wait to get seated ( we got the best seats of our class) and around 20 minutes or so of listening 👂 to the chattoo radio jockeys,  once the prodigy singer took stage it was worth every paisa of the money 💵 spent.  Man the energy...

Of late, all posts are about songs right? I just guess it is a phase in life, when something becomes the shining spot in your life. I remember the Mr. telling me how some songs hold a sort of significance in one period of life. When we were in college and were apart for 5 years before we got married, the Mr. found Ghazals very very appealing - the soul wrenching feeling of poignance in them - made him miss me a lot and stay in that feeling of love for a long time. I don't remember hearing ghazals for the past 5 years at the least - guess he doesn't want that feeling anymore - not with me yelling every three seconds for something he has not done (ha ha !) I very distinctly remember the cassette that I had recorded for him - with some of my most favourite romantic songs - there was the son "Tu Jahan Jahan chalega" (Mera saaya) - and the Mr. would not hear it for it would bring tears to his eyes. Can't say it would do that now ! (Wink!) (Blogs should have emotico...