music..

whats with this music?? so much magic...



there is no worry so great that it can't be drowned in the touching strains of a string...

there is no joy so wild that it cannot be tamed by steady rhythmic tune...



music both intensifies and nullifies...

it sometimes lets you forget your sorrows...

or sometimes just lets you dwell in it...

sometimes even cherish it...



like a friend... always with you.. knowing how to react to your mood...

helping you escape the ties of reality...

flow in the air... fly in the sky... soar into space...



I love music...

the magic of music...

the eternal timelessness of it...

the feelings it evokes...

the memories it invokes...



just amazing....

Pablo neruda...

When my friend asked me if I have read Pablo Neruda...I said no and didn't particularly care... except that after I read one or two, I wanted to read the whole lot... amazing guy... here's one I liked for its simple style and honest expression... for all the guys (and girls of course) who still give a fig for soulful litanies...



Book, let me go.

I won't go clothed

in volumes,

I don't come out

of collected works,

my poems

have not eaten poems--

they devour

exciting happenings,

feed on rough weather,

and dig their food

out of earth and men.

I'm on my way

with dust in my shoes

free of mythology:

send books back to their shelves,

I'm going down into the streets.

I learned about life

from life itself,

love I learned in a single kiss

and could teach no one anything

except that I have lived

with something in common among men,

when fighting with them,

when saying all their say in my song.

need of the hour...

the farther i walk in this lonely route of life... the more I realize how easy it is to fall in the trap of cynicism... how easy to reject everything that we have ever held as true and sacred to be a mere maya... a triviality... insignificant... its easiest to give up... call the juice of life sour...



where is my rose-colored glasses? i need them now... for I realize that the whole secret lies in retaining the child-like quality of marveling at the beauty of life... the magic of expectations.... the sanctity of curiosity... how precious these things are that give meaning to life... that divert our thoughts from an impending death (well.. thats what awaits us all, at the end of the day, right?)



JAM

one more thing...

i think i forgot to add 'for the last time' in my previous post.. final semester... much as my friends are studiously trying not bring it up in any of our discussions, i think its better to acknowledge it and even start looking forward to leaving this place instead it coming as a rude shock when you are actually kicked out of this place :-)



was hoping to do some fun things this sem.... to make my stay here a more memorable one... but already beach is banned, MGM closed... BTP pressure... hmmm... let me wait and see what turns up my way...



in any case my travel kit is always ready!

just a matter of hearing the gun shot for the 'get set go' ..

back in iit....

back in iit.. back home...

yeah.. feels good... makes me wonder how attitude changes with time.. i remember tears swelling up in my eyes every time the train crawled silently away at the trichy junction... my beloved hometown.... and this year.. its quite the opposite.. i am impatient to leave.... want to go to the hostel... meet my friends... start work... yes.. home felt empty... devoid of work... devoid of feelings.. i just wanted to run away...



hope this year is enlightening... it has to be.. cause for the past 22 years of my life i have been doing things without much conscious thought or rather what I had to do next always seemed obvious... but this year.. is different.. i have the freedom to choose... the responsibility of making a choice... not that what i choose is going to affect anyone... maybe my parents in a small way, cause living in India, would mean seeing me more for them.. and it seems to matter to them so much... to be able to 'see me'.. otherwise.. i am left to myself to take the path i have to tread... and i am treating myself to time to decide on this...



in the meanwhile.. i am here... and hopefully in form too... yet to unpack my luggage... yet to start on my BTP... yet to contact a few of my friends... have not yet said even a hi to quite a few of them... i seem to be doing only a lot of thinking till now.. hope i stop this stupid thing and start doing something... yeah.. thinking only leads to more thinking and then even more thinking.. till you get actually get addicted to thinking like i have done.. and at the end of the day, you realize that bloody you have done nothing but thinking fultile things and wasting time and energy when so many things could have been accomplished...



after a wasted 2 months, I am looking forward to a more productive semester ahead...

much as it was an experience to me.. i can't afford the luxury anymore...



cheers