A long traveler with poor sight, I stroll across a street lined with sharp eyes. Twinklers with no birth dates, their gaze pins me down from heights of great pillars unsplashed by the common sea. Some strange and proud, still others so sweet, eyes lovely; these would gladly make me forget the lies, emptiness, worm-holes… Continue reading Black Holes
The idea of explaining music or putting it into words has never been sympathetic to me. Superficial talks about the nature of Music also leave me untouched and skeptical, even more so now than before. I had held many such talks, I believed in them, I was disappointed in them. They resembled 50/50 versions at… Continue reading Sounds of Verses
Slowly a day, a person, a moment retreats into memory and becomes Past. Even memory possesses a rear inner compartment which falls into time, hastily and smoothly, beckoned by the latter's impatient ticking...
78 years ago, on the verge of a world catastrophe, a famous poet sat down and wrote: "We must love one another or die" ...and not being able to come to terms with these 7 words, erased 100 lines from his collected works. To the modern ear this sounds on the brink of too much… Continue reading Exclusivity Excludes Peace?
Nothing ever dies And no one is more alive, Than your severe and ironic rhymes. In blind man's darkness I seek my tunnel reddened by distant lights; I don't see the righteous Neither do I look behind. What can I do but advance, Given no light, though gifted a guide. A guide who took me… Continue reading In memoriam J.B.
"Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way." - One of Tolstoy's best-known quotes, for the reason of our universal nodding to it. Surely we know Anna Karenina which birthed it, (or probably vice-versa), we know War and Peace, we may likewise know his novels and stories - but there… Continue reading P.S. on Leo Tolstoy’s Marriage Diaries
This evening I feel myself one of the millions trying to reconcile their dreams with a blank page. The real surprise grown- ups face every year, this is it: a book crammed with multiple genres that opens one page a day. The main catch is that no one promised the surprise to be a… Continue reading Reconciliation
"Santa exists, but he definitely doesn't bring presents!" - I was all of a sudden struck by the philosophical repercussions from this remark of an 11 year-old student of mine. What a way to rephrase the eternal grown-up complaint of existence! And then, suddenly, in a typically adult postscriptum of self-doubt: "He exists, doesn't he?"… Continue reading Of Santa, Kids, and Astrophysics
As a performing classical musician, I've often wondered - is the lack of our listeners a problem of the post-iron age, or that of parenting, or its' larger unit- society, or is it insensitivity all around that's killing us, or maybe - wait! Let's for a moment stop putting the blame on everyone (this illness of… Continue reading Music Outside of Caste