How does a young human being go about learning of its inner self? In this era of the new "great depression," seeking answers too often resembles standing in front of a shattered mirror with a pile of fractured and broken pieces and no reflection. Whilst outside booms the 21 century. Seeing no reflection, one just… Continue reading The Age of Emotional Innocence
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...
Years ago, growing up and doing a lot of reading, I would often get bored with long monologues .Today I'm ashamed of the fact that not having the heart to skip them, I used to skim over them, which I found to be a more conscience-friendly way of helping them out that other ear. Things… Continue reading Cupping Time
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
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
Five years ago today, I made my way home across 8000 km of sky, land, and ocean. I'd been away for 12 years. I sat suspended, tasting the feel of Time on my lips, looking down at retreating lands veiling a future being minutely drawn over with dense cloud coverage. I was but a somnambulist… Continue reading The Fifth Anniversary