Reflections of a restless eccentric

"In the nuances of music lie the answers to all the questions I cannot articulate." I see the world from many perspectives. But oftentimes, a song becomes my world. I feel its nuances more clearly than my own emotions. Its lyrics feel like a journal entry from a day long lost in the by lanes of time. Every rise and fall of a note feels like happiness and sorrow intermingling, inseparably and beautifully. I lose myself in it, till the only thing that exists is the song. I hear colors in those notes; brilliant vivid colors melding into one, and separating again, and then coalescing in a different pattern. When one note beautifully curves and falls into its lower companion, I see a sloping plateau meeting grassland. A crescendo brings to mind a glorious jagged mountain fearlessly rising into the sky, daring to meet it. Those tiny subtleties in a note, what is called gamaka in Indian music, feels like an intricate cloud pattern in the sky. A slow melody is reminiscent of the

The maid informs that us she would be on leave for 3 days. The cook says his replacement wouldn't be here for two more weeks. We already have a form to fill, photos to get printed, a ton of laundry, groceries to get, half a dozen bags to unpack. And now extra punches that life hands out. It certainly feels like a Monday morning. God knows I don't want to deal with any of this. On the contrary, I look at my personal life and see a myriad of things I actually want to do: that article I have been wanting to write for six months now, my music assignments that are fast piling up to the ceiling, many interesting avenues at work that I have pushed to "someday-when-I-am-free", so many subjects and topics I want to learn. When was the last time I read a book or learnt a song? What about that short story I keep promising myself to write? These are things that would bring me happiness and fulfillment and serenity, but there aren't enough hours in the day. I f

A friend told me this morning that one of her friends had headed over to my blog looking for something inspiring. And I'll be honest here, that made my day. Even though I write for myself, the knowledge that my writing could have the power to impact another human being is heady ecstasy. I guess it is something every writer aspires for- to resonate with someone on an intellectual level. Therefore, I asked myself, When was the last time you wrote something that meaningful? The answer did not make me happy- it was far too long ago. So you find me here, in the middle of a hectic week, trying to do justice to something I'm passionate about :)  This is dedicated to both my friend and her friend, for inspiring me enough to emerge from a writing hibernation and pen this down. Independence is one thing I value quite a bit. I guess you could also label me a control freak. And somehow, the two go hand-in-hand. When I'm self-reliant, I also get to control most of what goes on