My Violin Story

The year was 2002. I had been crazy for a few months. I was on a liberal cocktail of psychotropic drugs and mental torture. For some reason this song kept playing on TV. I had never watched TV regularly in the then past. TV had opened up a new world to me. Things I thought for years were normal were revealed to be horrendous, my life had turned up-side-down. And this kept playing on the music channels.

Band: Bond
Album: Shine
Track: Shine

I have to admit, they are good. Classical crossover thought talked about a lot is done rarely, rarer is it done with style. I liked the music. I liked the beautiful girls too.

Perhaps, it was the lament of the violins, perhaps, the music resonated in me, perhaps, the girls [both Indian and gori] were beautiful, perhaps I listened to it too much, perhaps it was the Indian theme, perhaps it was the happy ending, perhaps it was the wedding in the warehouse, perhaps, perhaps, perhaps....

I wanted to learn to play the violin. 

Thus, began my relationship with instrumental music. It must be said, I am  musically challenged. I find it difficult to appreciate it. I don't easily see the intricacies of in it. I find it difficult to identify with it. I argue it may be because I was exposed to no music as a child or for that matter not even as a foetus. Music, I anticipate, will always be an uphill task for me, unlike the written word, but this is the story of how I was introduced to the violin.

I am a bit angry.

I am very angry actually. I tend to suppress anger a lot. It boils up inside. It makes me dislike myself.

I just finished Susanna's Seven Husbands by Ruskin Bond. Loved it. The edition also contained a screenplay by Vishal Bhardwaj & Matthew Robbins. It is the first screenplay I have ever read. I am also planning to see the movie soon. I enjoyed reading the screenplay. It is a medium I am new to but has not few notable advantages over prose. It could not possibly out do prose but certainly makes good practice to write stage drama. The development of screen drama from stage has been widely documented, but rarely felt except in certain adaptations of maybe Shakespeare.

I am also currently listening to the audiobook of ' The Origin of Species' by (of course) Darwin.

Melting lighthouses.

It has been a while since my last post. My mind had been unceasingly wandering. It is as though I am imprisoned in my thoughts. Is it that the freedom of my inner self is in utter contrast with my outer self that fears anything and everything or that the perceived freedom is a compensatory illusion. A house of cards to sweeten the bitterness that I have become. A melting lighthouse.

World series hockey

A picture from the bangalore bhopal match today. Bhopal won 3-1.

Today's sunset