Favourite Mistake

Of A Delight And Missing It!

2011-12-30T16:20:00.000+05:30

“Ah, music. A magic beyond all we do here!” ~~ A Dumbledore

Power?Checked! Cable? Checked! Instruments? Checked! Sound? Checked! Monitor?Checked! 1, 2, 3 ...Go!

Howcan I forget this journey, we started at count 3? Despite all the hiccups,technical or human faults it was always fun and memorable. It is magic, it iscelestial! It’s beyond what we humans do. It’s timeless, it’s endless and it’simmortal.

Forme, it’s a delight. I always loved being there, whenever I got a chance. I relish being on board. I somehow felt thatdivine intervention. So much so that I don’t even remember being nervous. Yes,that adrenaline rush was always there, but I never panicked, even if I was halfprepared for a show. I was always the first one to get into the stage and thelast one to leave.

Just priorto that journey, we all belonged to a different world. A world very few peoplehave seen. Green Room! One can see various kinds of people there. Someonepraying, someone silent, someone cribbing, someone shouting, someone babbling,someone nervous, someone panicking, someone visiting the washroom every now andthen, someone checking his dress and someone like me, pepping up everyone. Itis a world different from anything else.

I cannot talk enough about our families, teachers, mentors who made us,what we are as musicians! Someone camefrom a musical background, someone’s family was not supportive, someone rich,someone poor, someone didn’t tell their parents, someone was ill; someone had afight with girlfriend. It was an amalgamation of myriad backgrounds andemotions. But on board, we felt only one feeling. That is Music! It’s like thesame blood running through our veins; we spoke, played, and enjoyed the sameuniversal language.

As I stand here today, all I want to put across is the remarkablejourney I travelled with music. I miss beingat the realm with it. I miss the animated me, who always used to pep up others,the excitement which used to begin right from the practice session to the showand to the time beyond, I miss the winks, the grins, the smirks we used to giveother on stage, I miss the pranks we played live, I miss the way we used tocomplement each other for each mistakes we made, I miss playing with thosemystical mesmerizing voices and the not so mesmerizing voices, I miss thathuddle where we used to pep up the nervous ones, I miss those gaze we gave eachother on stage when someone was not so confident, miss the feeling when poweror instruments go off, miss those electric shocks, miss the transition of emotionthe mind goes through with each song, miss the euphoria involved in it, missthe bite of the tongue for every time I made a mistake or missed a beat , miss the chanting crowd, miss the adrenalinejust before going in, miss the whole overall setting of one of the most worthwhilethings I have ever been a small part of.

And I miss thatnever fading feeling of satisfaction...silence everywhere. And the loud buzzingsound inside my head since I left the stage. That happy feeling which did notlet me sleep, did not calculate my dreams, and did not let limit myself.

Craziness Redefined!

2011-12-08T23:56:00.001+05:30

So, I’m writing about Music again. My escape from the world. Someone oncesaid, if a person is not touched by Music, he is either divine or insane. Thisstatement can’t be wrong actually. Music makes us feel, makes us realize, makesus speak our unspoken feelings, makes us groove, makes us cry, makes us elate,makes us inspire. It won’t be wrong if I say, Music relates us, what we do,what we going through, what we want to do. We actually cannot define the magic of it,it’s like a journey within us, and it gives us expression, it makes our mindtravel through myriad emotions. Music is the language of thesoul. It opens the secret of life bringing peace, eliminating friction. Being at the dominion of Music, I've alwaysfelt its magic. It’s one craziness, one passion! It’s one euphoria thatdominates me, most of the time when I’m at a close proximity of it. During myshort and un-illustrated career as a musician I went through a few crazyincidents, even a mere thought of which makes me crazy.

To start with I remember, it was Fresher’s Social for the newcomersfrom Assam in Pune. It used to be one real opportunity to showcase your talent toyour native people. Practice sessions were full of people, who wanted toperform. Girls accompanied by their boyfriend, so that they can approach us andconvince us to get the chance for his girl. Overall a fun environment. One funday, a girl came up with a song, she wanted to sing. Our keyboardist, Bablu Daasked, “Bhanti, tumar gaan tur scale ki?” (Which scale is your song?). Thegirl, stunned, waited a while and replied...” Dada, moi scale ana nai nohoi!”(I did not bring a scale with me!). We all just looked at each other with asmirk and went on with the practice session. And later, when all left we wererolling on the floor laughing. No pun intended, but we still imitate this feat,whenever we are in the middle of a boring practice.

Smoke N’ I: I remember growing up seeing smoke machines blowing a sageeffect during live performances. So, one fine day, when the light and soundengineer asked me, if we need smoke machine for the show, I readily agreed,fantasying the feel I will go through on stage when it blows up. The everexcited me! First song of the evening, and as always we started with atraditional ‘Borgeet’. The light guy, being a local Marathi, had no clue whatwe were playing, blew up the smoke machine which was incidentally placed justbelow the stool I was sitting. And in a flash the smoke gulped me in. Trust me,for a minute or two I actually could not figure out where I was.

Dard e Disco: This event happened suddenly. Exams, accident, skinnedpalm everything was a part of it. So was I, not to forget SRK and Om Shanti Om.It was just a day, the movie had released. We had just one day for practice,and when the singers came in, we asked them to sing common songs, so that itdoesn’t consume much time while practicing. 3-4 songs down, I saw a guy sittingin the corner, with a wide grin. Finally it was his turn, I asked generously,“Bhaity, kuntu gaan gaba?” (Which song you want to sing?). The guy retaliated,“Dada, Dard e Disco tu e gai diu, bor solise”. (I’ll sing Dard e Disco, it’s ahit) and while saying so he actually showed us some SRK steps from the song.Though that guy did not sing the song, he actually gave us some respite fromthe hectic practice session and my bleeding hand.

We Owned The Night: Agriculture College, Pune. It’s one grand groundwhere most of the concerts in Pune used to take place. The crowd capacity, theatmosphere, the intensity was always there when a concert was there. Seeingyouth events like ‘Verve’ (Fergusson College Fest), I used to crave to performon that platform. And one fine day, it happened...we performed in front of20,000 odd people...chanting, singing and dancing with us. Good feeling isn’tit. The most amazing part about that show, the crowd gathered there to see KK,Shruti Pathak (Mar Jawaan, OST Fashion fame) and Neha Bhasin (Dhunki, OST MBKD fame)who were to perform after us. But the feeling was so amazing, that we actuallyforgot that we were just up to an opening act there.

Life for obvious reasons is full of suchamazing moments and memories. We leave behind the moments, but the memoriesremain, ever cherished. And Music, it’s one immortal thing that we all need. Wegrow, we change but the Music remains same. After a 100 years, we won’t bealive, but the music we create, we sing, we listen will always be there.

Go, Meet The World!

2011-11-05T01:18:00.001+05:30

They say you need to recollect and relive your good times when you aregoing through a bad phase. Being me, was always so easy for me, it alwaysbordered sleepwalking. But today as I stand here, I just got the feeling thatthis guy, who is self inspired, who loves to inspire others to stand up toanything that comes up, didn’t stored any for himself. I still remember, how afew friends of mine, still look up to me, they say that they have this beliefthat I can make things look simple and easy. Some say, my smile diminishes halfof their problems. But then, it’s not always easy to inspire yourself. To talkhappiness to every person you meet. To make all your friends feel that there issomething in them. To wear a cheerful countenance at all time as and give everyliving creature you meet a smile.

Standing at this state of affairs, where the heart says I should andthe mind says I should not; I actually never thought I have to self motivatemyself someday. As they say, one should always remember where they originatefrom; almost certainly I should go back to where I began.

I remember my debut. I was so damn nervous. Not talking to anyone, Ijust went in. And I remember, someone told me, “go in boy, and don’t make eyecontact to anyone in the audience, if you feel nervous just look at us”. Thatwas the beginning. And during the next few years, that same me, used to tellhis fellow musicians, “go in there, have fun, don’t look anywhere, if you feelnervous just look at me”.

As a musician, Iknow, it’s not easy to go in and give your best every time. We know our strengthsand we know our flaws. But we can always improve and deliver. All we need to dois enjoy and create memories. Today it’sour turn to go in because we are the chosen ones to do so. Let us not think too much, not over analyze, not over react, notact overtly responsible! Let’s not anyone take away this momentfrom us, let’s go into our own musical world where we are celebrated, slowly,savouring each moment.

Holding onto my pair of drumsticks, trying to gather all my strength,my experience, my memories and all the fun I had, this is me! Going in for theone last time! To the chanting crowd, to the cheers, to the rhythm and to the Music!

Remember Me

2011-10-29T14:01:00.000+05:30

“If youcould hear me, I would say that our finger prints don't fade from the liveswe've touched.” ~~Tyler Hawkins in Remember Me

Being good is not always easy. You do everything forpeople, try to make them happy not for your own benefits but just that it willmake you happy too. They smile, you smile….they cry, you cry. Probably it’s thecare that’s within us speaks, the child within us weeps.

Butthen, we are humans and we tend to make mistakes. The strangest thing is thateven after doing so many things or so much for people they ask for more.Probably today the world is so selfish that everything we do or say makessomeone feel that we have some hidden reason to do so. It is actually amazinghow fast friendships and relationships can go to shit. People will throw awayso many years in one single day.

We dothings for people…at times when they seek some help and at times when wegenerously offer to do. But that definitely doesn’t mean that we have a hiddenagenda behind that. Probably these people didn’t see the emotion or affectionthat connects us to them…but after all we are humans too, we too get hurt, wetoo feel betrayed at times…we don’t reply or retaliate doesn’t mean that weaccept every blame that’s been given to us.

I reallywonder why people suddenly change after they get what they wanted. One day theyare sweet, the next day they are not. One day they are here, the next day theyare not. One day you are important to them, the next day you are worthless. That'show ironic things and people can be.

Franklyand very honestly speaking…where is my fault??? Being there for you at yourmoment of distress…sacrificing my spot of happiness for you…spending sleeplessnights tackling your problems…is this what I get as a reward??? May be yes!!!I’m mean...for I think you to be same as mine…yes I’m mean ‘coz I expect thesame things from you…yes I’m mean because I forget and forgive everything…yourblunt blunt words, your humiliation, your sarcasm…everything. Yes I’m mean forI’m a person taken for granted always. Yes I‘m mean for I’m an idiot…a ‘PrizedIdiot’. I’m prized…for being such an idiot, for trying to spread smile allaround…and become a villain instead of a hero…most remarkably being villain topeople who once themselves made me a hero.

Yes!!!It's my story! It’s our story! In life, we all stood on both the sides of thisstory.

Notes For You

2011-09-30T14:13:00.004+05:30

I want you to know that what I note down is often not how Ifeel, and at the same time altogether exactly how I feel.

Today, I have so many words to write but I just can't getthem to form correctly in my head. I can't get my ideas onto paper anymore. I missseeing my fingers fly over the keys. I miss walking out of work with a smile becauseI came up with the best idea. I miss the sound of rushing water, and the dappledsunbeams that drifts lazily through the trees. I miss clicking. I miss theadventures that came with the click of every frame, I miss creating that magicmyself.

But I am also a person, a guy. I want to be loved and held.I want to fight and cry and kiss and laugh.

I want to laugh. I want you to make me laugh. Because youcan!

And I'll to write it down and try to remember what it feltlike to be in love. How it felt to be completely in love with you. I don't holdback and I will do my best to be honest. But I am an artist and an artist liveswithin a watchfully made fantasy. They may have a life outside of this fantasy,but to the artist that is not their reality. That is not who they are. Not trulywho they are to themselves. And no one will ever know of this complex fantasy,because that's when things fall apart that cannot be put back together again.

I want to lay in the grass, I want to fall asleep in yourarms. I want to feel you kiss my neck and feel your arms pull me closer to you.I want to be close to you. I want to be your mystery. I don't ever want thepuzzle of you to spell it out for me.

I forgot to laugh like I used to. I forgotto jump around. I forgot to chat with my friends for long hours. I forgot howit was to go out friends. I forgot how it was to be happy and mesmerizing, becauseI created, clicked or wrote something nice. The colours, the nature, innocence,and beauty nothing seems to captivate me anymore.

I don't want to let you know that I drown in your memory; Idon't want to let this go. Wish I had the courage to lie to you. But I don't.Because I can’t lie to you.

Come and take me away to my Dreamlandagain!! This land is dry, sour n rough!!

Blue Ink Diary

2011-09-20T14:56:00.000+05:30

So, She gave me a Blue Ink Diaryand I gave her a sad smile...it was an uneven trade, like most of the things inthis relationship.

I spent the rest of the daycarrying it around after she gave it to me; seriously, I didn't let it out ofmy sight. I’m excited. I started working on it. Hopefully it'll turn out good. I’vegiven it a title and the direction will be wherever my life takes me, quotes, photos,designs, music, write ups, everything...

I loved this girl before; I loveher now...I love her now, even more. With everything I have. I have abandonedall common sense and dived into this, this comfortable love that challengesboth of us to expand beyond who we think we are today. I want to keep growing with her. I never wantthis to end. And while there's still that rational part of me that says thatthis most likely will end, the rest of me is gone with hopeless abandon. And I’mloving every minute of it. I’m going crazy;I’m planting roots, and spreading my wings. I wish to write every love lineever written.

She is the good night I hearbefore I go to bed, and the smile I wake up to! She drives me absolutely crazyin every imaginable way, just utterly crazy. And yet, there is that stabilitythat says you can depend on me, it’s ok to be weak, I’m here to be yourstrength. She is the silence on my bad days and my raving fan on my good days,and I will spend the rest of my life indebted to her and the way she hastreated me.

Knowing this might not lastforever! It is here today! And I’m here today! I'll write down this love storyin a Blue Ink Diary.

Smile!

Be good!

And stay safe my love!

Tonight..

2011-09-07T00:13:00.000+05:30

“You gave me a song I learned to hum,

You showed me beauty through the windows of your soul,

And you showed me a world I've never seen!

Each, giving to each other love and giving it away,

We spent the valued time we didn’t knew was borrowed,

Cause you gave me the courage to live with yesterday,

And you gave me tomorrow.”

Tonight, when I go to sleep, Itake this song with me and all the memories. I really treasure it. To me, itmeans caring about someone not just because they have something you want, butbecause you have something you want to give.

Tonight lying in my bed, I stareat the wall and try to remember you here with me, sleeping peacefully, holdingmy hand and not even knowing. Now looking back, every minute I wasted not beingwith you, I wish I could have that back. I miss you so much, I'm crying for noreason. Tonight, we didn't say goodnight like the other nights. It feels veryempty like this. I hope you had a good day, a good reason for not being with metonight to talk to me and tell me to create, write or click something. I was inbed by 12, like you wanted. I always send you a text right before sleeping (issafe in drafts) hoping that will help me dream about us...together.

It's so hard to be alone herewithout you. My heart hurts, thinking you're not 100% sure of being with me. Mysincere words, my tears, are they not enough?

Tonight I fall asleep with driedtears on my face and all the memories next to me.

Goodnight!

Because We Ended As Lovers!

2011-07-27T23:33:00.001+05:30

The myth continues...so does the argument. A boy and a girl can never be friends!!! People say, friends who are of the opposite sex truly and entirely confuse them. They don't understand how two people of opposite genders can be best friends. But then, as they say...friendship is the first step of love. So to be in love at first the boy and the girl needs to be friends, they need to know each other. They need to develop liking for each other. Two people of opposite genders don't usually hang out that much unless they're dating.

Well, I can already predict myself being very, very self-contradictory, but that's because I'm just so confused! The confusion induces from the term "Just friends". Probably it is the cloudiest term in the universe. Truthfully, how do you go from feeling for someone romantically to agreeing wholeheartedly that friendship is the only thing connecting you? The reality is, you don't. Romantic feelings persist; love is the most stubborn kind.

You meet someone. You become friends, you start knowing each other closely. And slowly you develop feelings for her. You go on a few dates. You have long talks and small adventures together. You start to fall for each other. You agree to be exclusive. You learn more and more about each others' lives, and the people in it. And as they say, there is not always a fairytale ending, things fall apart. You part your ways. You decide to remain friends. Time passes. Things change and gets complicated. We learn that the friend has moved to the city for the summer, and they are hanging out, playing music together while you are working. The more you hear about this friend, the more the realization hits you: you are still very much in love with her. You discover that in being in that kind of a relationship, you have actually lost parts of your friendship that you had really enjoyed. In the end, you just wanted to be friends. But ‘because you ended as lovers’, you can never actually go back to the way things used to be.

Known Sky...Unknown Colours!

2011-03-17T14:12:00.002+05:30

The wheel of memories keeps spinning, I remember, it was one of those days in Pune, I wrote this fresher’s social welcome speech for the students from Assam...“We step out of our home, to a different city and different way of living, different culture, different language, different food to build our future...to a place unknown, to create our own identity.”

Now that I have stepped out of home again, for a short stint in another city to add more skills to my arsenal, am actually feeling it all over again. Someone rightly said...’Life is a perpetual initiation.’ We never actually reach a destination. So true actually! The same known sky...yet unknown colours!

Leaving home always makes me nostalgic, captured by the moment, in the magic of yesterday. But hope never fades away and the ambitious us makes us embark in new journeys...to new destinations. Living in a world outside home, is like fantasy...but as they say...”it is not what you go out to, it is what brings you back.” Yes, to be home, it’s a different feeling altogether, the way your parent’s eyes glow when they see you back, the care of a concerned sister, friends smiling down on me, giving me their energy, a joyful world around me and the love we share can never, never be taken away from me.

May be I can convince time to fasten up, with Papon Da singing ‘Sandhya Jetiya Name’ in the background, my heart yearns to be back home again, soon, to the wind that makes the tall grass lean and the raindrops that fall, they have a meaning.

Let's Play!

2011-02-18T12:58:00.002+05:30

A country obsessed with cricket, so much so that people themselves complain other sports being neglected. Yet, cricket retains it ground. A country, where cricket is nothing less than a religion, makes the country stand united with every proud moment, yet it is the same religion which writes off every defeat in the worst possible manner. We make them our heroes and when they lose a game, we treat them as villains. A country so obsessed that we actually forget, that it’s a game and winning or losing is an integral part of it. This obsession is so contagious that at the post match presentation, after winning the historic 2^nd Test Match at Adelaide during 2003-04 tour to Australia, captain Sourav Ganguly commented on Rahul Dravid’s heroic performance, “Rahul played like God.”

And at times, when the team lost, probably all of us actually behaved as if the players have betrayed us. But then, should we forget some proud moments, the team has given us over the years? The World Cup victory in 1983, or the history defying VVS Laxman & Rahul Dravid partnership during the 2^nd Test Match at Kolkata in 2001 against Australia or the T20 World Cup victory in 2007 are just 3 defining moments of Indian cricket. The team actually is known for its famous comebacks, some of them probably affected by the huge fan following it have. How can we forgot, how some violent crowd mobbed into Md. Kaif’s home and painted the walls black, after a group match defeat during 2003 World Cup in South Africa and eventually the team ended the cup as Runners Up! Or can we forget how Zaheer Khan inspired a famous win at the Trent Bridge, during 2007 tour to England after a famous ‘Jelly Bean’ spilling incident on Indian players?

But with time, some bad performances, some vices such as match fixing and betting, it is obvious that people actually are losing interest in cricket, but it remains a game we still love. Like it or not, it’s World Cup time again. Now that another world cup is fast approaching, the country is again at its euphoric high, the whole country will be glued to cricket, let’s chant for Team India with true spirit, off course we want our team to win always. But let’s not forget that it’s a game, let’s not forget that the players are not actually God but are humans just like us, and they may falter when it’s not their day. Let’s not forget their commitment towards the game. Do we fans actually know that, VVS Laxman and Rahul Dravid were put into ‘saline’ during their 376 Runs partnership against Australia, Dravid was actually hospitalized but the next morning they came to bat again? So, let’s wish luck to our 15 fellow countrymen who embark on a journey tomorrow to win the coveted trophy, cheer them to make history once again, let’s chant ‘India India’!

An Ode To Music!

2011-02-14T00:57:00.000+05:30

The New Year is already a month old. The month of February suddenlyturns the year into just another year and there’s this sudden dash of mush intoit, no wonder it’s the valentine month. Talking about love, we actually can’t have enough of it till we feel it, but talking about my first love of mylife, it has the power to get me weak on my knees or to elate me a euphorichigh and everything in between.

Frankly speaking,it cannot be defined. I don’t think we’ll ever be able to define Music. It’sindefinable, it travels, it stirs something within us. It impels us toprominence. It makes a friend out of a stranger. It gives a community cultureand identity. Maybe music isn’t just enjoyable and exciting, maybe it isnecessary.

Being at the realm of Music, I actuallynever felt any pain, maybe its magic. Such a healer it is! It’s one craziness,one obsession, one escape I looked up to at many times, and it always lookedback at me with the perfect amount of care I needed. There are many times in life when you just wish people would listen,when you know in your heart that you are right, but you just can't get peopleto see it your way. It is just so frustrating when you can't talk some senseinto people. As we grow older, aswe continue to change with age, there is one thing that will never change . . .its music. Time change, people change, but it doesn’t. I bet you listen tomusic. Not everyone does. Music is one of therare things we all have in common.

So as the year turns to anotherValentine’s Day for me, without a Valentine I don't consider myself a ‘lonely heart.’ It's about love and thisValentine’s is for my first love…Music!

Through The Wits And Smiles...

2011-01-28T00:54:00.000+05:30

Over the last few months I have realised that finding things to write about isn’t as difficult as it’s made out to be, especially irrelevant ones. To write about the year 2010 in a little note, I have to go down memory lane. Things at times were too dark to go alone and perplexingly long too. But at times it was amazingly easy. A year full of fun, thrill, happiness, excitement, association, reunion, creativity along with little bit of the necessary evil s, tears, sadness and dejection.

A year, which converted many social networking friends real ones, re united with many old long lost friends. Enajori.com, a dream so distant yet so close became a part of my life. Thanks to Himjyoti, Auditya, Santanu. New ventures seemed to follow me even to a shop, was offered my first professional photo shoot while buying the camera, without even knowing what functions my camera has. Thanks to all the Folkcult people, for believing in my abilities. People turned from acquaintances to friends, to ‘creative crime partners’, can’t resist mentioning your names, thank u Bhaskar, Bitupon & Shamim, many a times you people made life look so easy. Many a times, you actually made me feel like a ‘Superhero’. Chandralika, Priyankee, Sanghamitra...thank u, for always listening to all my woes with a smile. How can I forget my lazy angels, Alok, Debasish, Debarsish, Kabandi, Pallav, Purabi , Sima, & Sukanya, so lazy they are that they don’t carry their wings. I should not forget AIM, or the AIM Quest Team, one event so special and close to my heart, Himadri for making AIM a part of my life and all the friends I made there. All my Pune friends, especially Debraj, Prachurjya & Nandana, the geographical distance seemed so little every time we had a chat, thank you for being there always. Big thank you to my little friends, ‘bachha party’ as I call them, Darpan, Nayana, Sanskriti for always pepping me up. To all my new friends, a special thank you, for tolerating me, the way I am, yet helping me in the making of a better me.

The year, 2011 is actually almost one month old now (I being so laidback to write), all I would like to say is the 2010 was so wonderful with you people around, I wish the year 2011 be go fast through the evils of tears & negativity (nullify?) to be more happy, more fun & more creative through the wits and smiles...

Music And Lyrics

2010-11-30T22:14:00.000+05:30

Impact of Music Lyrics

Music is what wakes me up in the morning, makes me dance, and calms me when I’m feeling unhappy about something, makes me cry when its needed, inspires me when I’m down, makes me smile when I’m confused and gives me a way. It is a factor in everyday life and because of the colossal quantity of credence music has, music has had a major influence on behaviour.

Changing the words

Lyrics can inspire, sadden and lead to euphoria. Annie Lennox’s song, Walking on Broken Glass. That was exactly how it felt – painful, cutting and desperate. Music — nostalgic, uplifting, and memorable — forms the soundtrack of my life. It’s much like colours, different colour different mood. I eagerly await the music not yet heard, and the lyrics yet to inspire! What music resonates within you?

How Do Music Lyrics Impact Teen Behavior

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The Good

It’s one topic that everyone has an opinion about. As unlikely as it may seem there are few things that we can agree on, the role music & lyrics can play in fostering some good in our society is being one of them.

Marvin Gaye’s What’s Going On (1971): Marvin Gaye’s album What’s Going On imparted context to a culture that seemed to be disintegrating right before our eyes. From the civil rights movement, to the Vietnam War, to the plight of the poor, Marvin Gaye helped a generation deal with what seemed to be a never ending crisis of social perception.

The Beatles' All You Need Is Love (1967): The Fab Four swayed the minds and warmed the hearts of a generation the world over, but it was when All You Need Is Love became the anthem of the anti-war movement that the power of music was truly felt.

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The Bad

Examples plucked from headlines through the years:

Two male teens kidnap a young girl in the early 1990’s and claim that Nirvana’s Penny Royal Tea put the idea in their heads.

Teens commit suicide and Ozzy Osbourne's lyrics to Suicide Solution are blamed.

Every time one of these terrible incidents rears its ugly head, it seems that the music and performers of that music are the ones we blame, not the bullies at school, not the parents, nor the guns and depression. At the end of the day, it is up to us as a society to decide just who is to blame for these tragic instances.

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Comments

I couldn't live without Music! Music is a major part of my life: Music is only self expressionism. It’s what we listen to when we feel a specific emotion, or we want to feel a specific way. I know music may give some kids ideas about violence, but music can be looked at in different ways. Music is just about how we interpret it.

How Music influence Your Life

Music is a human activity which involves prearranged audible sounds and is used for artistic, entertainment or ceremonial purposes. Music is a major part of our environment. It is often referred to as "The International Language" - a simple thought with vast implications behind it. Even if you cannot speak the language of a foreign country, you can move, dance, and most of all, enjoys the music of that country. While we may not understand the words to a particular song, we do understand the beauty of the music.

The making of music predates man's use of the written word and is deeply tied to the development and uniqueness of various human cultures. Music has influenced human beings since the dawn of civilization.

Music greatly affects our personal moods. Music can calm and revitalize us in a variety of ways. It can elevate our moods above our personal fears and doubts and even reduce stress and pain levels. Soft, soothing music can help you unwind. Music ranges from a mere whisper to the fullest of sound. Music is good for your soul!

Music affects our moods; it is the great mood enhancer. We may not understand the words, but instead recognize the expression of its musical beauty and power to de-stress. Have you ever heard the saying, 'Music soothes the savage beast?' It's true. Music can calm and revitalize us in ways even a lengthy nap can't. Music holds the power to elevate our moods above our worries and relieve debilitating depression. It can also perk us up if we use it with exercise or dance.

Give it a chance.

While listening to music, listen to the words and rhythm as well as the tune. We may find something to like a type of music that previously we didn't like at all.

Listening to music is such a basic pure pleasure that many of us forget the tremendous value of it.

If you play an instrument, you'll find you've stumbled onto the best audience in the world. Go back often to visit and play. In this way, you've not only made the lives of other people brighter through your music, but you're going to find yourself in much better spirits.

Music for me is stress buster, life, feel and lyrics is like the door straight to heart.

Going The Distance

2010-10-24T00:31:00.001+05:30

Teri Nigahon Ke

Teri hi Raahon Ke

Kareeb Se Gayee Zindagi

Tujhe Kyon Dekha Na

Tujhe Kyon Jana Na

Shikayatein Karun Ya Nahi

Thami Hai Yeh Saasein

Bhari Hai Yeh Aanhkein

Sahu Kaise Abb Yeh Fasla

Bin Tere Bin Tere Bin Tere

Koi khalish Hai Hawaon Mein Bin Tere

Hardly many of us have listened to this song carefully, as we are more used to the original version of the song ‘Bin Tere’ (OST I Hate Luv Stories), but this reprised version somehow caressed a chord in my heart, kept safe and untouched for sometimes now.

Recently in my inbox, I found an old text message from a very close friend, dated some months back…’if you like her, I beg you to express. Don’t hurt yourself like a fool’. Right she was, probably I should have listened to her. When I look back to the whole episode, what I wonder, is why nothing happened between us? Was it out of my control; that she had no feelings for me, that she wasn't looking for anything, or that she found me out of her reach? Or was it my own fault, that I pushed her away, that I expressed no interest? I feel that she is the biggest missed opportunity of my life.

She is strikingly pretty, graceful, her personality is caring and funny, we relate to extremes, and the list goes on. Mostly I'll blame this one on myself. My friend felt that there was some sort of connection there, that she must like me. But for some reason, I didn't want it. I didn't want any of it. I look back, and I'm honestly not entirely sure why. I was not totally out of it, may be had a semi-interest at that time. I also wasn't really looking to get into a relationship after many unsuccessful attempts to impress someone unfeasible. For some reason, I truly wasn't interested, but I can't seem to understand why.

But as fate has it, the timing wasn't right anyway. And maybe, she wasn't even interested in the first place. Who knows? Or may be because I feel my world is beautiful in blur again.

A Lot Like Love!

2010-09-28T11:43:00.005+05:30

At times when we see a movie, read a book, or do something that made you say, "Wow, I wish that would happen to me" Especially in the case of love... "Oh I wish we would do that" or "I want to be kissed in the rain!"

Seems it's always like this, never ending, feels like putting your heart out, hoping it won't break and when that moment comes it wipes away all of the tears you’ve cried. It takes you over, elevates you, and gives you wings to fly. Sometimes when nothing' turns out right, you wonder if it's worth the fight, sometimes you wish that you could say, that you have had enough, still you keep on going back for more, cause there's one thing that you can't get tired of, and that's chasing love. It’s like euphoria, only the one is into it can feel or explain it. It becomes a habit to make that someone a habit, when we don’t walk alone and that person becomes an innocent trouble. That one person becomes everything that your heart craves, feels every void in your heart, giggle of your leisure time, you walk in the clouds, you fall and pick yourself up, you dream, you sleepwalk and you get afraid to lose. You tend to get foolish, you tend to act dumb, but this heart actually doesn’t listen to anything. You learn how to be lost completely, want to be found, be craved like the things we push away and it lifts you up. It makes you look up. It makes you think up. It makes you a better person than you were before.

"It's a lot like love if you think about it, because it’s there, beautiful, just happy to be there, win or lose, just doing whatever they can to overcome obstacles and succeed It's just... well, it's just as beautiful as love."

Think about this, if you will...

When A Man Loves A Woman

2010-08-20T13:55:00.003+05:30

Sometimes I feel as if I am in an absolutely different element and even when I’m with family and friends, I often feel so out of place. No matter how much of a crowd I am in, I am still alone and yet, it’s the same place that keeps my mind calm in times of sorrow. It’s cold where I am, this perpetual instant of silence in a mirage of serenity. I suppose it’s just like the darkness of outer space and I’m awaiting the sunlight to find its way. This dream of mine begins with a conversation of whispers.

To love a woman is a journey of finding romance, a journey of finding her heart through the simplest of ways. Some people say it’s apparent to find love, but if you allow yourself to believe that love can only exist without limitations, then and only then will you find the way to a woman’s heart because your destination is always to find her heart at the end of each path. As you venture through the walls of her heart, you will find new reason to redefine your definition of what it is to love. Before we fall in love we are able to find comfort in solitude, but when we have finally fallen deep into love, we automatically begin to learn a need that overpowers every character of our being. When you take time to discover her for everything she is, it’s about letting her change you into the man you were always meant to be and allowing yourself to need her in order to become more than who you are.

When you have the want to discover and know her, you will find innocence in her eyes because aside from romance, she’s just so much more than what meets the eye. She’s your best friend, someone to share all your deepest feelings and dreams with because romance is not always the key to finding her heart. It is the ability to warm her heart through other means as your wishes inspire you to make her laugh and cry and dream of many beautiful things. To love a woman is a journey of discovery and if you allow yourself to find innocence in her eyes, you will find beauty in her every movement. It’s about finding beauty within the split of her broken heart, even if she is in a confusion, which makes all the difference in the world because when you acknowledge it’s only her feelings of being in a confusion, you’re also acknowledging that she’s beautiful no matter when, how or where.

Some day, when you find her falling into your arms ever so softly in a moment of weakness, it’s about giving her an ounce of faith, hope or just may be the whole world for moment. Love in its purest form is selfless in every way and it’s about showing her she’s loved and not only that she’s loved by you. Some day, when you come to the realization that her tears are really not tears, but beautiful heart cries instead, that’s when you know you’ve taken the first of many steps in discovering the art of loving a woman and may be it is where I am right now.

If there is a way to reach a woman’s heart without the touch of fingertips, I promise I will find it, even if it takes the deaths of a billion trillion stars, but as of this moment I have to believe this is only a learning process so if that one special girl finally comes along, I will know how to bring joy into her life.

All you people out there in love remember…

“When a man loves a woman

Can't keep his mind on nothin' else

He'd trade the world

For the good thing he's found…

.....................................

When a man loves a woman

Deep down in his soul

She can bring him such misery

If she is playing him for a fool

He's the last one to know

Loving eyes can never see!”

Ain’t No Sunshine Without You!

2010-07-31T02:00:00.004+05:30

‘Isn’t a friend a necessity in life? Assume yourself without a true, sincere friend. How would you feel at your college? What about functions, parties? Events especially your birthday. Who will ask you about your worries, who is going to tell you his/her worries?? How you will laugh with a high five, who will tease you pairing with others, who will care, miss and irritate you.’

We can’t pick our family, and we are sorely limited in the number of them. Society and more (and often our own conscience) dictate we select a single mate. But our friends can be as diverse as we decide to choose. Our friends in a very real sense reflect the choice we make in!

Sometimes friendships extend beyond this realm into another world. Do you believe in angels? At times I do believe that there are beings sent from heaven to watch over us. Each and everyday, at every stage of life God sends his angels to guide us, to company us, to pamper us, to push us, to stop us, to inspire us. I don’t expect to see them with wings or with halo flying above their heads. Instead they come in disguise, and they are called friends.

They accept me the way I am, believes in me for what I do, doesn’t give up on me, envision the whole of me, forgive me, help me quit my fears, lift my spirits, understand me, value me, walk by me, explain things that I don’t understand, yell at me when needed.

Friends, am no literary whiz to write great notes about friendship, just on the eve of another ‘Friendship Day’ in our lives, I want to let you people know that because of you life’s been a wonderful expedition, a journey I wish to continue ever and ever with you by my side. Few unwanted gifts of my life, and yet I want to treasure them forever and ever.

Pages Of The Past

2010-07-02T02:37:00.004+05:30

“When I was a child I used to run around the butterflies as they flew about collecting nectar…and now as I grew up, I am running after my dreams hoping to see them turn into reality someday”

The voyage started way back in 2002, I left home for Pune. We go out of our home, our own native land…to a place unfamiliar, to make our own self, to stand on our own. We dream, we aspire…we live. Have seen dreams fulfilled, dreams broken. Ever since I landed in Pune, I had a dream…to do a bit for our own people, to build a common platform for them, especially for people living outside their home, to created one place of affinity and global participation for our fellow people. My whole voyage in Pune is something I can’t explain in words, something I’ll value lifelong. Days past, years past…spent as many as 7 years there…but that dream of a common platform of global participation for our fellow people still lingered in my mind. After many unsuccessful attempts, financial hiccups and trusted people who actually didn’t have faith in me…I almost gave up. When I came back home, to look after family business and also start up something on my own…that dream never seemed to leave me. Just waited for the day to get established, to fulfill that dream on my own. Luckily I wasn’t ordained to wait for long…

One fine day it happened! One of my friends suggested me to go through ‘www.enajori.com’. It was like a dream….revived!! Otherwise a very laidback me, promptly wrote a mail to the ‘enajori’ team. And now after 3 months of joining the ‘enajori’ team I proudly say it to be a integral part of my life, for making my distant dream a reality, for giving me exposure and not to forget a ‘friend’ whom I’ll cherish a lifetime.

Thank you Sang, for your suggestion to go through ‘enajori’, thank you to the team, for making me a part of it, thank you Him, for being such a wonderful team member, friend and a constant support. And thank you, all my ‘invisible forces’, my friends…for being there always. The word ‘enajori’ imply...bonding, may my bond with it, its team members and all my friends stay integral, for eternity.

'My Life Musical'

2010-05-30T11:06:00.003+05:30

Some people say, am crazy, but yes I can listen to a song in loop uncountable times, just to admire its beauty, and go through a joy ride of emotions. Music is a way of life, expression of life, appearance of life; it is something beyond evaluation, something celestial. Music means something different for everybody.

When I find myself captivated by the first line of a song, I continue on, enjoying the rhythm or structure the author created, and most if the time by the end I am usually completely lost. It’s amazing, the way people throws out random beautiful thoughts and somehow makes it seem like it's all connected together. Music juggles our emotions, takes them to a different level; gives us something to refresh, to push, to hope, and to restart. Music makes us smile, makes us laugh, makes us sing, inspire, enlighten, makes us weep, makes us cry, makes us realize and makes us feel, makes us dance, it makes us relax, and it makes us dream…

Wish life could be one musical. A musical movie may be, furnished with some amazing songs with heart warming music. Wow!! But yes, can’t expect it to be happy and peppy, some sadness and pain are also important. We may call it irony of life, but without all these emotions, we actually can’t signify the value of the opposite emotion. Even then, I would love to select a few songs for my life….’my life musical’! For me, I’ve been traveling through years, in the canvas of these tunes...

Innocence:

Meri Maa (OST Tare Zameen Par, Shankar Mahadevan, Lyrics: Prasoon Joshi)

So innocent and so delicate. This song has the ability to ripple my innocence. I still remember weeping in theatre, the first time I heard it and once while performing it.

Hope/ Dream:

Dil Hi Chota Sa (OST Roja, Minmini, Lyrics: Jagdish Khebudkar)

Have grown up listening to this song. For me it’s one ultimate hope song. Every time I listen, it makes hope, make my dreams takes its flight and comes back to us. Inspires to hope…to dream.

Inspiration:

Ashsaayen (OST Iqbaal, K.K, Lyrics: Irfan Siddique)

A song full of inspiration! Do I need to say more?

Happiness/fun:

Summer of ‘69 (OST Reckless, Bryan Adams, Lyrics: Bryan Adams)

It actually denotes some other meaning and we all know it. But this song has some feel good factor in it, at least for me. The energy makes me happy, a distinct song for happy fun filled moments.

Friendship:

Yeh Dosti (OST Sholay, Kishore Kumar/Manna De, Lyrics: Anand Bakshi)

Do we need not explain a song on friendship?

Love:

Please Forgive Me (OST, Bryan Adams, Lyrics: Bryan Adams)

What pain, what acceptance and what lyrics. Subtle, soothing and yet painful. I think that what love is all about.

Mar Jawaan (OST Fashion, Shruti Pathak, Lyrics: Irfan Siddique, Sandeep Nath)

Maudlin, mushy, raw…yes may be. Heard many people complain about this song for being over emotional. Probably they overlooked the passion, the pain. And what lyrics! Aah! For me this song is an escape to love. I feel soaked in love every time I listen to it.

Pain/ Sadness:

Tere Bina Zindagi Se (OST Andhi, Kishore Kumar/ Lata Mangeshkar, Lyrics: Gulzar)

An amazing composition. The lyrics, the song says it all.

Tu Jaane Na (OST Ajab Prem Ki Gajab Kahani, Sohum, Lyrics: Irshad Kamil)

A fresh just out of the oven song, with touching lyrics. Tale of unrequited or unexpressed love isn’t it?

Life:

Kal Ho Naa Ho (OST KHNH, Sonu Nigam, Lyrics: Javed Akhtar)

Life indeed is a mixture of sunshine & rain, laughter & pleasure, teardrops & pain. The clouds and the sun play hide and seek in the sky, and the emotions play the same part in our life.

Mon Mur (OST Junaki Rati, Angaraag Mahanta, Lyrics: Keshab Mahanta)

Just three words. Mesmerizing, enchanting and refreshing.

Nostalgia:

Sandhya Jetiya Name (OST Junaki Rati, Angaraag Mahanta, Lyrics: Sorot Borkotoky)

Bideshot Apun Manuh (OST Bideshot Apun Manuh, Saju, Lyrics: Jimoni Choudhury)

Nostalgia! Just pure of it, and nothing else. Actually this feeling is something out of the world, no happiness no pain, just pure remembrance.

Poem

2010-04-18T14:02:00.004+05:30

frozen unfrozen silence,

tuned into a poem...

one handful of moonlight....

your giggles,

like Cindrella's fairy tales or Alice's dreams???

one worn out photo,

one you,

and a few lines of

adrifted poem...

N.B.: It was scribbled long long back, it dates back to March 2008. Just wanted to share :)

Music On, World Off !!

2010-03-29T10:55:00.008+05:30

…it’s called life or something like it. Been a while now I guess. And all this while I was too busy running after work, career, success, happiness, love, I definitely missed a special part of being me. I really did!

Music! For me is an escape, just like writing. Whether we admit it or not, music embeds our daily life, weaving its beauty and emotion through our thoughts, activities and memories. It is life for some, means of worship for some, and for some it was a means of great expression, beyond words and images. Music has the quality of expressing the inexpressible. I remember someone rightly quoted’ if in the after life there is not music; we will have to import it.’

Now then, life moves on and so do we. What I miss most is my involvement with music. I miss going out there and performing in the crowd, the moment when nerves melt into calm pleasure before the commencement of a show in a hushed theatre, the rehearsals, the fun and the feeling that used to keep me away from every other emotion in this world. Another unlikely thing I miss is the moment, when I make some mistake, on stage, live…and all I can do is look at my fellow musicians and smile and all those funny incidents that happen over there.

One incident that took place in one my shows will always remain so close to my heart. We were playing the song, ‘Bideshot Apun Manuh’, a song so close to our heart and life. Such is the irony of life, we live far away from our native place, get busy with life, yet our heart always craves for little things that is very own. And this song made its way to our lives, more so because it carries only one emotion…nostalgia! No hate, no love…just pure nostalgia. The crowd was very eager to listen to this song. And just when we are about to start, the connection of my drum kit went off. Technical problems…they are the indispensable evil. Started again, the monitor was not working. Then finally at the third attempt when we were halfway through the interlude, my drum kit went off, again. The buzz in the crowd was easily audible from the stage and all of us did panic for a while. I did at least, ‘coz my instrument went off twice. While we were checking the technical things again, I heard a friend of mine (am yet to know who did that, but thanked him probably a zillion times) started cheering me up…Arpan…Arpan. Other friends followed. Oh!! What a feeling! A shiver ran through me, felt like crying, I was elated every time I heard the cheer and inspired. Soon, we started to play the same song again and finally finished. After the show was over, many people came to us and appreciated, particularly for that song. Many eyes were moist; probably that song disturbed a chord that people safely kept back in their heart.

Wish I could go back to all those moments. Fall in love again, with music! Get drenched. Wish life had one on/off button, while the rest of the world gets busy living or dying; all I need to do is…Music On!! World Off!!

February Fever!

2010-02-14T01:56:00.001+05:30

Love. Many definitions, myriad emotions!

It’s that time of the year again and we all are suddenly surrounded by love. Everywhere I look, there is mush all around! Its one thing we really can’t escape, at least not me.

One question that props up every now and then is ‘why do you love her’??

Being asked that question time and again really made me think deep. I may still answer "Just because" to it, since the definite answer I have is pretty multifaceted. I remember someone rightly cited, “love has many surfaces!... faces!” Additionally there's this fear that I won't be understood, or that I'll just come off as way too mushy and laughable. I've realized that there are quite a few parts to loving someone. It does not only mean why do I love her, it's so much more than that, because love isn't confined about how one person feels.

We all have flaws and not-so-good qualities hidden somewhere in us all, but we also possess some of the most wonderful characteristics that make us who we are.

Actually, I can't describe it.

She's just something in my eyes.

That's something sometimes you just can't describe.

You just stare at her in her eyes, and get mesmerized.

But she's not perfect. Only imperfect people strives to be better and better.

I guess she's the perfect imperfection!

Not This, Not That

2009-12-30T19:35:00.001+05:30

Generally poetry is accepted to be the highest form of literary expression. Even the best of prose, be it fiction, biography or travelogue, comprehensively enjoyed when read for the first time, it loses much of its appeal when read for the second time. On the other hand, good poetry becomes more and more enjoyable when re-read. One does not have to be a scholar to write good poetry. Either you have it in you or don’t. And far too often, it stays latent in the recesses of a person’s mind till some event triggers it off. My naive tryst with poetry…just an attempt.

The words were still there
Scattered…all over,
Words…
Beyond the radius of understanding.

I yearn for some sunshine…
In this ominous evening.

A reverie…
Flying like ‘paper planes’
Flying with eternal devotion…

A word…
Beyond definition…

'Colour Makers'

2009-11-30T23:27:00.007+05:30

...while the rest of the world went on ignorant, drinking their coffee, reading the sports page, and surfing TV channels, I kept on working, making a choice that might change many things. May be somewhere there was a ripple, a bit of a jump, some small shift in the universe, barely noticeable. I didn't feel it then. And now, as the days of hard work, sleepless nights, foodless afternoons are over am feeling the change.

I saw this dream creeping up and blossom, and let it open for the whole world. The words appreciation kept coming. And now that we’ve won the Gold Medal, I want to thank every one who always believed in me, encouraged me and loved me the way I am. We rarely take this opportunity in our lives to thank people who actually mean a lot. Frankly speaking, my work was appreciated but what went unnoticed are the efforts of the people who stood by me. These things usually go unnoticed but they make great sense and they are the one who make life so uncomplicated and cheerful.

Thank you, Maa & Baa for everything and for adjusting with my odd lunch and dinner timings, for all the plans you had to cancel coz ‘m not home. Thank you Dita, your pat on my back means the world to me. Thank you, Ajoy Da for asking if we can be a team, Mridul Da for believing in my convictions and going ahead with the project. Thank you Mitu, you always bet on me and made me believe to bet on me. Thank you Paul, you certainly know what you mean to me. Thank you Siba, for all your ingenious inputs. Thank you Rimlie for your unvarying wishes and encouragement. Thank you Jipi and Liza, you two are nothing less than angels. Thank you Alok, Debasish and Debarsish, you people believed from day one that I’ll get this project and kept pushing me. Thank you Debu, you’ve been such a caring and sweet brother to me. Thank you Sima, for your perpetual assurance, that success is just round the corner. Thank you Rassmin Da, Gunamoni Da, Barnali Ba, Roli, Nandana, Ricky, Saba, Smita, Shraddha, Sukanya, Pompy, Tutu, Rahul, Snigdha for your encouragement. Thank you Pinky Ba, for taking my care when I was ill. Thank you to all our Painters, Carpenters and Sculptors, without your contribution the designs would have been incomplete. Thank you to the unknown ‘autowala’ for the ride, who appeared like a God at 1.30 am, without those prints in my hand, our project, would have been incomplete by the stipulated time limit. Thank you everyone in the family, all my friends, the critics, and everyone at the Assam Pavilion.

I’m no celebrity and will not get a chance to stand on a podium and thank my own people. But it’s an honest confession, this achievement of mine belongs to you. My entry to this big world is still is its infancy, but with you people around I believe I can achieve many more things. Cheers!!! To the ‘Colour Makers’ of my life.

Hope Springs!

2009-10-07T10:54:00.004+05:30

“If you can look at the sunset and smile, then you still have hope. If you can see the good in other people, then you still have hope. If you meet new people with a trace of excitement and optimism, then you still have hope. If you give people the benefit of the doubt, then you still have hope. If the suffering in others still fills you with pain, then you still have hope. If you still watch love stories or want endings to be happy, then you still have hope. If you can look at the past and smile, then you still have hope. If, when faced with bad and told everything is futile, you can still look up at the end of the conversation and say "yeah, but..." then you still have so much hope. If you still offer your hand of friendship to those who have touched your life, then you still have hope. If you refuse to let a friendship die or accept that it must end, then you, very much, still have hope.”

Hope…It’s a tiny little thing that can make the biggest difference, and you won’t even know it. It is indeed a sweet word. It makes us dream, makes us long, gives us zeal, gives us courage and keeps us motivated…our dreams reciprocates to hope. Dreams may be unfulfilled but hope always keeps them alive, if one dream stops, hope leads us to another.

Life, at times…becomes chaotic, becomes hard, becomes discouraging, becomes lonely, and becomes frustrating. The limitations in us are created by us…the more we hope, the more we dream, more we represent our own being. We may have been subject to some disappointments, but all we need to do is hope and take action. We are more likely to get results from ourselves than from other people. It's no certainty that someone's going to always be there to pick us up; at times we need to do it our self. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd grab ours back.

Most of the time, we try and try and at the end we let go. The fall is always beautiful. It confers a sense of comprehension, accompanied by an appalling sense of sinking. We lose the will to breathe, the persuasion to open our mouth wide, wide enough to admit the freezing panic that will certainly drown us.

All I would like to say is always keep hoping for the good, as the Chinese say, keep a green tree in your heart, the singing bird will surely come! It’s never late or early…all we need is to hope. And the choice is always ours.

I Will Learn To Breathe, Again!

2009-09-05T23:50:00.003+05:30

"They build us up and put us on the tallest pedestal, only to break us down, make us fall from the greatest heights. But it's okay. We pick ourselves up again and build ourselves up, without their help. And if we fall again, it doesn't hurt so much."

In anything in life, when we fall down, first and foremost, we should to try to congregate ourselves back. It's no certainty that someone's going to always be there to pick us up; at times we need to do it our self. Life always is a roller coaster, at times up and at times down and down. But the past is the past. Can't change it. You can't be held down because of it.

Now, just going to try to live life to the fullest, and if it was meant to be, it will be. With a little push of course. But for now, maybe it's not the best time for it. So the past can go suck it and stop bothering you.

People make mistakes. But if people are meant to be together, things may possibly fall into place. But also, a lot of times, we take people for granted. If they're always there, we take their presence for granted which is bad. I don't think you should punish yourself for mistakes. It’s not worth it. People make mistakes, learn from it. Your happiness, your happiness doesn't necessarily need to involve that person being back into your life. Don’t beat yourself over it.

You are unwritten, you are undefined. You are just beginning. Open up the porthole; allow the sun to light up your world. Release your inhibitions, experience the rain on your skin, no one else can feel it for you, only you can let it in, drench yourself, live your life with arms wide open. Today is where your book begins, the rest is still unwritten.

P.S.: This note is especially dedicated to you, you, you and you (you people know whom I mean!). Do the things that you always wanted to, without anyone there to hold you back. Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag &..."Smile Smile Smile..."

Run...To You!!!

2009-08-20T11:11:00.006+05:30

Love is a contradiction. It's everything and nothing at the same time. It's pain, sorrow, happiness. It's blinding and ignorant, it's knowledge and truth. It’s every noun and adjective included in the dictionary.

Sometimes you wondered if it's worth it. Is it worth it to even try when I seem to not even care about you? Is it worth it to call and to check your phone and to call again and to message me and to hope I'll call? If I didn't make the effort, would you? Would you ever talk to me or even care that I didn't talk to you? Are the days of heartache worth when the only thing you get in return is a few minutes of happiness?

At times, you might have felt that I’ve been ignorant or taking you for granted. At times, I thought I should share, show you all my care but I was indisposed or at times preoccupied. It’s true; I've been watching you, no, not waiting for the precise moment to make the first move. Do you want to know, why I keep avoiding your eyes, and why I'm running away? It's crazy; I know...maybe I'm destined to be alone, maybe there's someone who will understand, may be you’ll be able to understand that I'm not able to share my world, I'm still running away. I know it’s crazy...I've been conceiving you, for too long, If only I could change all the things around.

I wish that I could be with you and hold you in my arms, whisper all my love to you and kiss away your tears. I wish that I could take your cares and put them all away, neatly folded into drawers while bliss lights your smile. I wish that joy could step inside your heart and stay awhile, and all the rain could turn into a rainbow in the sun. And all our loneliness like mist could fade into the blue. I don't want to just be there for when you feel like you need someone to love you. I want to be there when it's good for me, not just you. I want to feel loved, not just the one who's doing the loving. I want to feel needed, not the one who's being needy. I want to feel alive. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive. I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.

I know there’s no point in dance with a dream for they cannot wrap their arms around me on cold nights, they cannot call you first thing in the morning just to say hello. They cannot kiss your forehead or hold your hand. Dreams live in the mind, and it is there that they stay. Dreams cannot keep you company when you are alone. Dreams cannot say, “I love you.” Dreams can only go so far. I don’t want another dream; I want you. The truth is, I need you here. I need you here to wipe away my tears to kiss away my fears if you only knew how much...

I want to run to you, because you’re the one who always turns me on. I know that when you look at me, there are so much that you just don’t see, but if you would only take the time I know in my heart you’d find someone who’s scared sometimes, who isn’t always strong. I want to run to you, won’t you hold me in your arms and keep me safe from harm.

Run…to you!!!

Partners In Rhyme !!!

2009-07-31T12:09:00.005+05:30

‘Lucky’ is one word for someone who has in fact found a real friend, a person one can hope for. Someone who is there not only to spend happy times with us, but more on our appalling times. But having a real best friend whom you relate your secrets to, talk about how boring your day at work was up to, your whining about the new dress you just bought from the store. Someone whom you share your thoughts or plans to. It’s because they know who we really are, through the worst things we did to them and they still stood by us and still love us, that’s a friend to keep.

What do we owe our friends? Friends owe each other their friendship, their help in times of need, their companionship when we are lonely. A friend owes nothing more or less then what they receive from you. You need to have an equal amount of respect for each other. Sometimes we make choices that our friends don't agree with but in the end a true friend understands we must make our own choices and gives us the time and space we need to in order do so. Personally, I owe my friends a lot simply because they put up with my shit. In return I put up with shit I wouldn't normally take from, say, an everyday correlate.

In how many ways have friends enriched our lives and made us feel loved, accepted, respected and cared for? Probably, too many to list and the list grows daily. Friends...but I deviate, that’s why all friends are so different...each one is your friend for similar and different reasons, just like you are a friend to them for whatever encircling reasons they feel. We each give and take, and when there is a balance…yes it's wonderful, but at times one might need more than the other, and it's under the premise that, if I was in that situation you would have done the same thing. That might seem to be an expectation of a friend, but it's more like it's the thought that counts.

A lot of people go through life with only a few friends. It seems that some have less than that. They have no one on whom they can call in good times or bad. There is no one with whom to bounce ideas around, or to talk about deep and troubling subjects. They have no one to call in times of need or difficulty. They are at the mercy of life, standing alone. Others seem to have a multitude of friends. Wherever they go, people know them, and like to be around them. Should trouble strike, their biggest hesitation might be over which friend to call. They know exactly the person with whom to discuss the topics of inquiry and debate. Life is full of entertaining and invigorating relationships because it is full of friends.

It is safe to say that when God shaped the world and all the splendid things in it, when he streaked the heavens with radiant shades and the earth with grand mountains and awe-inspiring canyons, when he painted the plains with waving grassland and erected gracious woods of towering foliage, he outdid it all by creating friends. Why not take a moment or two and thank someone today for being a friend to you?

Droplets of Life...

2009-07-15T01:00:00.002+05:30

The backdrop:

“Deba: Arpan da…aji office’r pora ahute khub titilu…bhal lagile.

Me: boroxunor’r kotha nokoba...beya lagi jai…Pune’t thakile etiyale sage flat tu tita kapuror gundhot bhori gol hoi.

Deba: ha ha...hei smell tu. aru ehoptah man ekeloge beli nedekha..office-le jaute boroxun..Office-r pora ulaute boroxun...eibilak pisot bhabile birat bhal lage. apuni likhibo try diyok..bhal hobo !!

Me: boroxun’t ulai jaute saba…tumar cell tu…juwa bosor ki hoisile monot ase nohoi??

Deba: bag eta kinisu..tar bhitorot eta polythene ..tar bhitoror cell aru purse ..eibar risk nolou...:)

Me: aru aji khana ki…??

Deba: khana aaji soya beanor kheti...aru papad…”

The memories…they keep on coming back; touch me again and again. Reminds me papon da singing…”fagunore bauli baa…loi jaa muk loi jaa”

I slipped out into the open…barefoot. The night air is cooling but not cold. Goodness it’s raining! I stand there gently…looking at the stars. I love rainy nights...love listening to the rain singing me a lullaby...love the ambience, the romance, the sadness, the beauty, the stories behind the rain. Rain makes me nostalgic…make me soak in memories…something I’ll cherish for a lifetime…and beyond, if allowed.

Rain reminds me of Pune. My second home…it owns a ‘Lions Share’ of being me. The knowledge, the molding, the bike rides, the ‘Dhaba’ trips at midnight when its 4°c outside, those "night outs", the ‘rescue’ missions, those midnight tease, birthday bumps, old torn jeans, late night walks, long chats and conversations, cooking sessions, crushes, getting kicked out of the class, the project time, struggle for marks, writing on desks, fighting with friends, tears for love, just anything and everything...unique and unmatched.

Well, I am back in and feel sleepy and fairly at peace with tomorrow's uncertainty and its prospects. And I am grateful for the unexpected gifts of yesterday. There are some things you don't have to say but are just understood. But then, why not stretch these things out as long as possible, right?

Night-Night!

P.S.: dedicated to all my Pune friends, seniors, juniors, classmates and colleagues. You people made life such a wonderful voyage.

Life's Bookmark !

2009-06-28T00:14:00.004+05:30

How life changes, suddenly from a sluggish black and white movie to one of zipping fast ones where the music is just blaring in your ears. And the irony is that you always want to be on the other side…definitely grass is always greener on the other side. It’s all momentary; the only thing that is constant is change. Life everyday is a new frontier. It was time to start from the scratch again and as I was looking for my maiden assignment AIM Quest happened to me.

This story may seem common to most of the people. People even have more or less the same chapter in their life. No words to describe, I actually can’t pour all my emotions this way...this is amazing...I don’t have words to let u know how it made me feel...I’m touched. In life, we hardly take opportunity to thank people who have really made a difference and are the unsung heroes of our life. Small things usually go unnoticed but they make great sense and they are the one who make life so easy and cheerful.

I felt elated when my name was called on the stage and I was flooded with appreciation and gifts. Thank you all at Assam Institute of Management (AIM). Thank you for believing in my abilities, having patience with me and mostly for making things so comfortable for me. I never felt that I was not a student of the institute.

The sound of claps will always linger on my mind. And will be something I’ll go back every time I’m down or lack in zeal. No matter, even if someday I may reach the zenith of supremacy AIM, AIM Quest 2009, its memories and all the people at AIM will always remain special for me. I will always specially bookmark this chapter of my life. Thank you for making my maiden solo assignment so unforgettable.

Thank you Himadri, for asking me if I can help and introducing me to AIM. Thank you Shruti, for all the creative inputs, thank you (in alphabetical order) Anakshi, Bidisha, Jayasweta, Lakshya, Manab, Mrinal, Neel, Rahul, Ritu, Shraddha, Smita, Sukanya, Zubeen, thank you the 14th batch of AIM, you people simply rock !!!

Melody of Ecstasy !

2009-06-11T23:41:00.013+05:30

This is tough. This is really a difficult thing for me to type. There is a love song in my thoughts that summed up the way that I felt. In my view it is so beautiful, honest, true and mesmerizing…something a woman could not resist. In true sense, something to sing about. Excluding the fact that I don't sing, may be I would sing it to the loved ones in my life. But seriously, this has been stuck in my head a while. A romantic gesture to be precise.

So much to say, but nothing comes out right. She makes me feel something I can't describe. I always catch myself thinking about the things she does. There isn't anyone else I need; I've got my heart set on her. Day by day, I find my way. Look for the song and the meaning. Then she looks at me, and I always see what I have been searching for. I'm lost as can be. And her eyes, she should see the way they glow when she smiles. I know, she would love it when I sing 'The Song'. She would just melt in my arms and I could feel her heart beat...and I'm not lost anymore.

Well…all this while, let us go through a free verse...got the feeling that my heart holds something like this and it will creep up on my mind sooner or later.

Moonlight shines upon your face

I gaze into your eyes

My heart begins to skip a beat

As I begin to realize.

You bring to me a feeling

Which I have never felt before

A feeling of contentment

Happiness and more.

I will always be beside you

Be your friend and lover

I promise you this day

There will never be another.

Because we were meant to be

And that is without a doubt

I never knew what love was

Or what it was all about.

And then you walked into my life

And showed me what I was missing

Truly you were sent from above

Only God could create such a blessing.

When we spell c-u-l-t-u-r-e

2009-05-17T20:04:00.005+05:30

I am sad at the state of the country tonight, especially the young generation, MY generation. I am disappointed and I am sincerely more than a little bit embarrassed. I know I'm going to come off as elitist, and you can think whatever the hell you want. But these are my sincere and innermost thoughts, so take away from it what you want.

People seem to forget that we have a culture completely unique to itself. Everybody just seems to lose focus of what's right in front of us everyday! It's fresh to be exposed to different background and traditions. Our generation is so overly obsessed with celebrities, the latest fashion trend, and the latest new gadget we can add to our collection. We know how to use our Blackberries like pros and can download/hack music/movies etc. without breaking a sweat. But if I were to ask you to name me one, let alone 10 pieces “CULTURE”.

We can’t blame the culture surrounding us; after all it is others culture as Indian culture is ours. We people usually underestimate our country and overestimate foreign countries. The culture always lies in citizens. The western culture has influenced us in many good ways like they have made us move along with the world. If one is influenced by western culture its not that you have to forget your culture. I think one is good enough to decide which is good or bad. But instead of taking bad things of it let us take good things out of it. If you are really interested in getting addicted to the Western culture, get to know about their mannerism and neatness of the surroundings. Wearing Jeans and minis is not enough to acquire the western culture. Nobody can be forced to do things unless one wants to.

It’s us…yes…we are representing our generation. Come on people. Yeah culture isn't the most fascinating/interesting thing in the world (even though I would argue it is INCREDIBLY fascinating and endlessly changing and evolving). But it affects every one, whether you want to believe it or not.

...If

2009-04-15T01:32:00.002+05:30

As Valentines Day approaches we all look for a few words to express ourselves. Indubitably, silence is the best. But sometimes words create magic and love all over again.

"What will remain of us is love".

I was thinking what would I do if I actually had a Valentine tomorrow?

I prefer romantic simplicity. I would much rather go out to dinner at a jazzy restaurant on a night when the place isn't packed to the brim with overdressed patrons and filled with the aroma of ‘Calvin Klein’ and ‘Catalyst’. Movies at the theater means fighting a crowd and the possibility of being stuck crane necked in the front row with a view up and not being able to see a thing! It's all a recipe for royal disappointment. The best part of the evening would surely be the company...but how much better it could be with the ideal atmosphere.

I'd much rather opt for a night in...Together.

My ideal Valentine's date would be making bar-b-que together in the kitchen while some soft soothing music played in the background. Later, some desserts and an astir champagne. Candlelight is a must. And, of course, a chic flick that has already been seen before...it allows for a much easier distraction.

...if I had a valentine tomorrow, of course.

‘Born To Touch Your Feelings…’

2009-03-11T15:53:00.007+05:30

First of all, I want to point out that the title is a direct replica of one my favorite songs by Scorpions...But I felt nothing would be a more pertinent title! It’s been a prominent factor of all my blog...most of them starts either with the name of some song, a movie or a book.

For a strange reason, I somehow do manage to relate myself to the songs, movie or the book. Probably not only me, but all of us definitely relate to the...sometimes the situations, sometimes the lyrics, sometimes the story. The characters, the words, the plot here are so true. They all are tirelessly fascinating because we can all relate to them and it involves us in a way that most things in our life do not. We find ourselves drawn to every moment these two occurrence...together and apart. All of us do!!!

Each and every song, book or movie is written with an exacting situation, a plot or it depicts some significance. There really are no words to describe how they make you feel, but one thing is for sure...they will make you feel. They reflect how things can be in real life. They are penned down with a message...may be good or may be bad. And as human beings we tend to follow what we see...seeing in reel life or reading or may be listening. Good or bad, whatever may be...but it definitely conveys a message and even if it’s in reel life or virtual life...we can relate to them. They take our emotions to a different level; they give us something to refresh, to push, to hope, and to restart. They make us smile, make us laugh, make us sing, inspire us, enlighten us, makes us weep and makes us cry, makes us realize and makes us feel, they make us dance, they make relax, they make us dream...undeniably the songs, movies or the books are born...born to touch our feelings...

Identical to us...humans, we are born with a particular motive or may be I can say ‘a mission.’ And it’s always up to us...how we complete it, in a mind-numbing or in a gratifying manner...most of the times we are driven by huge stirring feelings and undertones that are never verbalized, but just seem to hang in the air. In life we come across many people...we remember a few, forget a few...and wish never to meet a few. It’s for a reason that we meet, we talk, and we help each other or may be learn something. Once we are born it is bound that we will pass at any moment. Memories fade when we die. Nothing will remain...except our name in people’s heart.

Paper Planes !!!

2009-02-02T10:30:00.004+05:30

Dreams… are the window through which we look at our life, they lead us to things we always wanted, and their fulfillment makes us happy. When we want something we immediately start making plans to get to it, the permutations and combination's. Our mind juggles through the options we have…and takes the flight to the target almost spontaneously. Yes, our minds are so sensitive that they tend to make ‘paper planes’ every now and than, it takes off immediately and reaches the destination before we actually do or sometimes we don’t even get near.

Recently while going through the lyrics of a song, I came across these lines…

I fly like paper; get high like planes
I get one down in a second if you wait…

So true and so close to our lives. It’s not always that our flight from dream to reality reaches the destination we always wished for…sometimes it is buried young; sometimes we don’t get what we desire.

Dreams or may be aspirations give a path to our life, a much needed direction to it. It is always risky to explore the unknown, but may be we risk more by backing up. We never know what is waiting for us in the very next step, true sometimes it may be painful, sometimes joyful but may be sometimes we find our self with a better result. Pitiful is the person who is anxious of taking risks. Perhaps this person will never be disappointed or disillusioned; perhaps won't suffer the way people do when they have a dream to follow.

So many people walk around with a meaningless life. They seem half-asleep, even when they're busy doing things they think are important. This is because they're chasing the wrong things. The way you get meaning into your life is to devote yourself to loving others, devote yourself to your community around you, and devote yourself to creating something that gives you purpose and meaning.

We generate our own environment. We get exactly what we deserve. How can we resent a life we've created ourselves? Who's to blame, who's to credit but us? Who can change it, anytime we wish, but us? In life we can have results or reasons. If we are not getting the results we want, our reasons are the lies that we keep telling our self.

Someone said, “Sweet dreams are made of this. Who am I to disagree…Some of them wanted to use you, some of them want to be used by you. Some of them want to abuse you; some of them want to be abused.”

When you want what your heart desires, what do you do? 'Coz you can't imagine of anything else that feels right! And yet it's very subtle.

May be we should let the fears go, embrace it all for what it is, and make a silent prayer that the dream is as much yours, as you are the dreams'.

Fables Of Pune...

2009-01-06T07:51:00.004+05:30

Pune…it started as a distant dream…to come to a place totally unknown and to make my own identity has been an eventful journey. There was a fear of something unexplainable…may be fretfulness, oddness and many more things. Now it’s been 7 years and Pune has become my second home. The city I gave 7 years of my life definitely holds a momentous role in the making of ‘Me’. Just like I saw the city grow into an IT hub, the city witnessed me nurture from a teenager to a young adult. Pune gave me a lot of things…career, name, fame, friends; enemies (hope there aren’t any), dreams, hope and immeasurable amount of experience and not to forget the mesmerizing memories. From being an aspiring engineer to become a graphic designer, from being an introvert to become a good PR, from being an average guy to become the ‘blue eyed boy’ of Assamese people in Pune, from being a inert musician to get a musical rebirth, from being one of greatest mis-manager to organize and manage huge events successfully I’ve seen it all in Pune.

Now, as I am on the verge of leaving Pune forever, waiting for my flight at Chatrapati Shivaji International Airport, am penning this note with moist eyes. Not only the city, I’ll miss all the good times I had here, the bad times, the experiences, the unending ‘adda’s, night rides, night outs, road trips, the leg pulling sessions, the musical sittings, the mismanagements, the funny mistakes, study hours during exams, the famous pork parties…the list is probably unending. Will miss my seniors, my juniors and my buddies with whom I shared my joys, sorrows, dreams, and hopes and learnt the art of living.

Adios Pune!!!

Line Drawing !!

2008-12-14T21:57:00.000+05:30

Enough is enough!!! It’s not even a month and we are attacked again. What we saw in Mumbai it nothing less than what we saw in Assam, we just cant compare the impact…but the fact is we are attacked again…and we are doing nothing. It’s like someone is sitting on our chest and stabbing us again and again. Really devastating. For someone like me who’s as calm as me, it just took a minute to moist my eyes. My heart wept again. Are we secured enough…?? Why don’t we react…??

May be for our leaders and politicians it’s a favorable time to play the usual blame game and to make false commitments. Are they blind??? It is our nation and who are they to divide us? The funniest part being the one prominent Marathi leader, who proudly used to claim that Mumbai belongs to only people from Maharashtra, has probably gone blind, or may be hiding somewhere. Pity for him, that the same Mumbai he claimed to his is being rescued by the NSG commandos that is mainly build up of soldiers from North and South India.

Isn’t it strange for someone like Amitabh Bachchan quoted that for the first time in his life, he felt so unsecured that he pulled out his licensed pistol, loaded and kept it under his pillow???

People now are talking about being resilient and spirited…yes we have the mettle to fight back and back to our usual. We did it in the past, we’ll do it again. But for God’s sake, it’s high time for our politicians, please don’t try to divide us, we are Indians and we will be Indians. It’s really high time we should put up a collective effort and retaliate. The more we sit back the more we are hurt. The sacrifice of our brave soldiers should not go in vain; they laid their lives for our safety. It’s definitely time we should draw a line and spread the word…much like the sms that is circulating all over…”Forgiving the terrorist is left to God. But fixing their appointment with God is our responsibility.”

The Day After

2008-11-11T10:57:00.004+05:30

Again people died, again people got injured. And again people who were 'people' yesterday became a 'number'. I won't say, for now, that we don't have enough security. The fact that I feel unsafe every single day, that I panicked again when I heard the news of the blast that I feel scared to move out of my house and my pleas might not help. I have given up hopes for sometime now.The terrorist have raised their dreadful head again. It’s not the right time to play the blame game, but it’s time we should wake up. Its life’s insincerity that we got to move on despite the devastating occurrence which killed nearly a hundred and wounded half a thousand for lifetime. Someday it may be one of us!!!

All the fingers are pointed towards Jehadi’s and Illegal Immigrants. We all know what they are…yet why are we so silent??? Isn’t it our unconcerned nature or unbending behaviour which is to be answerable for what ever we are facing today? Why we are so dependent on them? Why we can’t do our own work?? Are we paralysed? Our youth would rather spend the whole day gossiping near the neighbourhood pan shop or playing carom the whole day, but no matter what they won’t work. They need Govt job!!! Why even now our people think that other jobs or work is nothing? Is the Govt a job producing machine that will keep producing new jobs every now and then? Whenever I visit Assam, if I say someone that I’m doing Job, the immediate reply is…” Oh!! Company Job!!” Not to mention the expression on the face. But the fact is no work is bigger or smaller, be it a Govt job or a company job, what we all need is the desire. If our people start doing every little thing on their own i.e. utilise man power within our fellow people we can definitely tackle the employment problem to a great extent and also smoulder the immigrants problem. The more our people are involved, the less is requirement of people of outside. These people immigrate because they are aware of the fact that our land will provide them work, land and shelter.

May be we should start an economic blockade against illegal immigrants. Don’t give them work, don’t sell them anything, don’t travel in their rickshaws, and don’t give them your houses on rent. Spread the word, walk the talk. It is high time we show our united strength and not let the terrorist win. If we believe in goodness, in the long run the good always will win. Bombs can kill our bodies but not our hopes. Let us resolute and behead terrorism.

Love Actually

2008-10-21T21:53:00.005+05:30

At some point or other in our lives we have been hit by this, most of the times unaware of what is going on around. Ever wondered what Love actually is??? Love actually...is an emotion that many of us have felt and others are still searching for it...it is probably the emotion, which is conversed or written on quite often. Many songs have been sung referring to its being and discovering it... but still if one were asked to define it, everybody would have a different definition, with more people being at a loss of words.

Love actually…is a strange thing. You never know how, where and when it will wrap you. It perceives you not from the eyes, nor thinks from the mind, and therefore the winged ‘cupid’ is always painted blind. The Love in your heart wasn’t put there to stay; it isn’t love till you give it away.

Love actually…is "unconditional". Loving someone through their flaws and all, accepting and embracing each others differences and compromising with their offerings. It is a word, what matters; is the connection that word implies.

It is when you are certain that you love someone, and then you think you love someone else, and then you both realize that you could never live without each other. It is when you love someone; you say it right then, right there otherwise the moment just passes you by...It is actually all around us.

Love actually…is when we create an 'us' without destroying a 'me'.

I read and toddle for miles at night, writing blank verse and search endlessly for someone wonderful who would step out of dimness and change my life forever. It never crossed my mind that, that person could be you. And then I realized...

Love actually…is when you, sometimes sneak into my thoughts when I’m doing stuff, and then I get all confused...I try to do things to keep my mind off you, but nothing actually seems to work, and I can’t stop thinking of you...

So, I just have to throw my hands up and say

“Fine!!! I admit it...”

“I guess I like you....

(well, okay)...a lot!!!”

Love actually...is when I realize while watching “When Harry Met Sally” that, “I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."

Love actually…is when every time you do something pretty...and I fall love with you all over again.

Love actually…is when I feel that you’ll always be in my life, Even if I'm not in your life, because you're in my memory.

Love actually...is when there is no genie in the bottle to bring me to you or fairy godmother to make my wish come true but I can dream, and when I dream I'm there with you.

Love actually…is when only words could have described my love for you…With each passing day and each passing night I wish, if only words could have described…

Love actually…is when I know that I may be innocent to know what love is, I may not show it to you. I may not love you the way it should be, but am always willing to love you the way I understand it.

Love actually…is knowing you are busy, but still expecting that out of 1440 minutes of the day, you’ll take out a minute to remember me.

Love actually…is when someone asked, define ‘love’? And I just closed my eyes and remembered ‘YOU’ for a while.

Love actually…is when the sparkle in your eyes and your reassuring smile bared out my soul to you, and still I don’t know why.

Love actually…is when every time it’s just a simple thought about you that keeps me falling in love with you.

Love actually…is every moment...I wonder, if you are thinking of me too...

Love actually…is something…that makes me feel, you are somewhere near...

Love actually…is every night...I wish, on the shining star...that the new dawn will bring us closer still...

Love actually…is everyday...when I wait, for a call... or a simple note.

Love actually…is when I know I don’t have a chance, but I just wanted to hear an angel talk.

Love actually…is when I feel, I should tell you every day ‘I Love You’ because you are perfect everyday.

Love actually…is when I’m jealous of the people you ever hugged…’coz for a moment they held my world…

Love actually…is when I say ‘I Like You’ but I mean ‘I Love You’!!!

Love actually…is when…

Love actually…

Love…

That Thing Called Love...

2008-10-01T19:07:00.008+05:30

Life always spills surprises on us, every step is a new one and we never know what is coming our way. Life always unfolds a door for us, possibly not the one that we consider to be good for us, but the one that will eventually prove good for us. Love and Death being the two most un-invited guests, no body knows when they will come and embrace you, but they do the same work. One takes the heart and other takes the beat. Jokes apart, but according to me ‘Love’ is the second mistake created by GOD, ‘Girls’ being the first. But there is no doubt in the fact that both are beautiful mistakes.

Mistakes do happen. People slip, people trip, people fall and usually people don’t care, but then people slip and fall in love with someone and they don’t know what to do. Love actually is a strange thing. You never know how, where and when it will wrap you. Out of no where a person enters your life like no one else, and things change. Love is the offspring of spiritual affinity and it is created in a moment. We never know with whom we fall in love and how. It’s a nice feeling when you are in love, but what if you fall for a person whom you have know for years, being good friends ??? To add to it there comes this dilemma, to tell her or to not??? If you love someone just approach and disclose; either way you’ll gain but what a pity our life is, if we hate someone we tell them without any fear and if we love someone we fear to tell…

What are you waiting for?

You have to tell her. Don't let her get away. You will regret it someday. Perhaps, we risk more by not risking anything at all.

Honesty works best, of course. But saying "I Love You" right away can be a huge leap and might come as shocking. May be it would just be a good idea not to tell her directly that you love her but drop very palpable hints in that direction. Talking might go a lot easier this way. No doubt about it, you should tell her. Having a romantic relationship with someone who is also your friend is a wonderful thing. If you lose her as a friend at least you would have tried.

The problem with telling your friend you love her is that it could damage the friendship. On the contrary, not knowing is even worse. If this person is truly your friend then the friendship will stay intact despite the temporary awkwardness.

I believe, to sit down and have a serious talk with her, pouring your heart out may help. The worst thing that could happen is she doesn't feel the same way. So what, you might still be friends. Usually girls don't cross the line of friendship on their own because they are scared of being rejected and losing a friend at the same time.

The questions comes again…should I or should not???

Do you really want to spend the rest of your life saying "What if?"

I don't think so!!! So, it’s always better to just tell her. You should go for it. You should not expect her to see the signs to know that you are interested. Tell her. It's better to know than wonder. And remember that she might not be there forever.

We usually end up in two situations, or at least I feel that we do:

(1) How important your companionable friendship is with this girl??

(2) Whether or not you are capable of maintaining that friendship and simultaneously moving on??

In all likelihood, she already knows how you feel, and although she doesn't feel the same way, she really appreciates your friendship. Saying something to her will undoubtedly create an uncomfortable situation between you. If you value your friendship, and would like to continue it, you should stay friends but MOVE ON. The only negative thing she can do after knowing the situation is to try to put distance between you two, and you can easily put a stop to that by letting her know that she is important to you and that you won't let her just walk away. You really do have nothing to lose. Interest often evolves one-sided in friendships. Even if she doesn't feel the same way, if you two can overcome the initial awkwardness (however long that may be), ultimately it will bind your friendship to be stronger.
True love in you if understood by the other need not be openly 'told'! If it is not understood there is no point in telling to your disappointment. If the true love is there on both sides, it will develop its own dynamics of expression which is spontaneous, silent and sacred.

We should do what our heart feels. It doesn't get easier every time you tell someone how you feel (for me at least). If she is a friend she will continue to be one. We should never bottle up emotions like these since they can literally destroy our life. Don't wait and miss the chance altogether. If she really values your friendship, she is not going to let something like this ruin a friendship.

…Probably it’s the story of every other person, it happened to me and countless others. One fine day it just happened, someone kept running in my mind all day long and I didn’t know what it was. I was never been so confused before. Was it a crush??? Infatuation??? A passing phase of my life or it was just her, her and her…

After a long self introspection, I finally asked myself…

What are you waiting for?

Rock On !!!

2008-09-19T13:33:00.006+05:30

Recently, one Saturday afternoon, my cell phone beeped…’ 1 message received ‘!!! The sms read as…” Hey KD……I’ve given you a new nickname”. It was my friend Alok. I replied back, what was KD??? He gave me a nickname, after watching the flick “Rock On!!!”

Thanks to Farhan Akhtar and his on screen Rock Band ‘Magik’; and off course the movie ‘Rock On!!!” It’s been the force behind this blog. An inspiring movie for all budding musicians or to all those who have dreams…Dreams to make it big some day, to be on top of everything they ever desired for. It’s a movie on realising your dream and working hard to bring it to life. ‘Rock On’ strikes a chord on right note.

Being a musician myself it was very touchy and nostalgic. Those carefree days of youth when only music and music mattered, we used to starve ourselves while practicing, no hunger no thirst. Life moved on, we got busy with our separate lives…but deep in heart the flame was still there. The movie was the right kind of tonic I needed; it just ignited that flame once again, that feeling just re-ignited in my heart.

Its quirk of fate, that you normally don’t get what you crave for n they say you didn’t deserve that. But life is not so simple, its twist n turns make us forget many of our aspirations, desires and we just need to follow the steps which it offers in our path, despite the fact that we want something else. After out of the music scenario, for almost 4 years when I started again, I felt like I wont be able to do it again but I somehow managed to keep going, and after days of hard work, foodless afternoons and all those critics from my roommates (for playing the music loud and practicing whole day long), I discovered its still left in me. Probably life gives a second chance to everyone to prove one’s credentials. I know, am still a learner, but at least now a few people know what am capable of. I should also be thankful to all my critics; definitely…it’s their words that kept me going and gave the much needed zeal.

“Rock On”…just did some magic. Probably it’s a kind of movie that will touch every person’s life who’s connected with music, even someone who’s not. For someone like me, who worship music, it was the fresh drop of water on a dried leaf. If you have watched it, you are touched and if you haven’t, you are missing something.

Bare Beginnings

2008-09-16T15:16:00.000+05:30

The first time we open our eyes in this world, the first cry, the first smile, the first word we utter, our first step on earth, the first birthday, the first day at school, the first friend, the first bicycle, the first day at college, the first holiday alone, the first crush, the first love, the first date, the first interview, the first job, the first salary….everything new in our life holds a different implication in our life. We are always away from the first step, until that it always remains anonymity, always ready to unfold it and become a part of our relevant lives. All we need is to take the first step.

It’s been an enduring laziness that I was so reluctant to write my first ‘blog’ ever. It agitated me quite a few times, I tried to sit back and write but don’t know why it took me so long, but I should definitely thank ‘Polka’ for leading the way, inspiring me. For a guy who is still writing my ‘orkut’ testimonial (biography???) for more than a year now, its really startling where he got all the time to write ‘blogs’, but certainly its inspiring for me, that finally I’ve decided to exercise my fingers by typing my ‘blogs’. Another reason for my delayed entry into the world of ‘blogs’ is the subject. To be frank, am not a customary writer, so I definitely need a ‘solid’ and ‘full proof’ topic to carry on writing at least for sometimes. Many subjects kept revolving in my mind, starting from friends, music, and life to youth, feelings, love and everything else under the sun. But then, I decided to take the very first step, enjoy the thrill and expecting things to follow and take its route. Hope I’ll be a regular in the world of ‘blogs’ from now on…