Musings

The Piano. Its versatility needn’t be told for everyone knows exactly how useful that smart piece of marvel is. No, I’d be writing about the beauty of playing one, the sensation and sheer pleasure that grasped me as I sat on the seat and that jolt of adrenaline, very unlike the one I get when I see a certain Angelina Jolie. Envisions of the sounds of thousands left breathless as I play something incredibly marvellous, perfectly poised on a stage made to look impressive, is running through my head before I even strike the first note.

It has always been my fantasy to awe an audience, the look of shock (this because I’m no looker, classy or otherwise) which would turn to blossoming respect is something which every guy desires, maybe not the audience but definitely that look. Mine was a dream to play in a great big hall with high ceilings and a piano with the softest of woods, the sound richer and more melodious than the voice of a loved one. What i have got till now is my room and a spunky Yamaha synth. Yeah yeah! Laugh all you want but everyone has a right to dream :D...

Ergo I went to my grandparent’s place (cousin). This happened a long time back, and she looked more beautiful than anything I’d seen in movies or concerts... A rich black finish with this glow which made me want to keep it for myself and never let it be. I lifted the cover, hit my first key, a F. Ahh the sweetness of it! I had found my mistress for life. Back then I had only a couple of tracks under my sleeve, so I tried my hand on “Pehla Nasha” a beautifully composed song by Jatin-Lalit. I must’ve played mediocre but what she made it sound ethereal, in my ears of course.

And formed my dream... The crowd. The cheers. The satisfaction that something I did had such an effect on people. This effect I don’t know whether it does effect anyone else, but the truth is that I do well up after a session with my collection of piano solos, be I happy or sad. This ephemeral moment of emotions showed me where my true passion lay. And it is not one feeling that surges through me, but a million...  An array of mentations that I’d have never given thought about, situations I’d never considered before...

It struck me then. If something as simple and mellow as piano could send my brain into that frenzy I’d not let it go for million bucks, not one chance. I only wish life had simpler choices, the hassles of a job,  a family...

I’d dream of a world where I could do as I please, and play my heart and soul out and finally get that applause I’ve been yearning for... that look so rightly deserved... A dream nonetheless...

PS. I wrote this article while Opeth, Flyod and Lanz buzzed around my head. So if a sentence does not make sense, you know whom to blame :D.

Actors Actors Everywhere....

"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players; they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages. At first the infant, mewling and puking in the nurse's arms; then the whining school-boy, with his satchel and shining morning face, creeping like snail unwillingly to school. And then the lover, sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad, made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, seeking the bubble reputation even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, in fair round belly with good capon lin'd, with eyes severe and beard of formal cut, full of wise saws and modern instances; and so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, with spectacles on nose and pouch on side; his youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide for his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,turning again toward childish treble, pipes and whistles in his sound. Last scene of all , that ends this strange eventful history, is second childishness and mere oblivion; sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything."

-William Shakespeare

These are words everybody would’ve heard or said atleast once in their life. What i want to propose is what is what Shakespeare said is to some extent literally true. What if the guy next to you has the sole purpose of being the guy who sits next to you? No other role, no other purpose. What if that man was just the guy who sits next to you while you travel?

Now you’d say that this was somewhat inspired from the movie Matrix. I’d just like to say that i’ve had this idea ever since my 7^th grade where this rickshaw guy helped me out on spot of trouble and was gone before i could thank him. That’s when i got to thinking whether this world i lived in was all just a script. All planned out, waiting to unfold, waiting to surprise me, bring me glee or pain. 

Maybe it was my paranoia then back in 7^th or maybe its because i think and read too deep into things, but this hypothesis i concluded to has a basis in facts or atleast things that for now cannot be explained.  Say there was a grand plan, maybe not revolving about me but a group of people, there would be beings aware of it, thus having the knowledge of the alleged “future”. And thus walks in Nostradamus. He’s just one. There have been many a number of people who’ve so rightly predicted the paths that lie ahead for mankind. And they did so in riddles, never a straightforward answer, not because the future is a blur but because the more ignorant we are the easier they can puppet us. For example if i know that a bus that i’d travel in would explode, i wouldn’t step on it, thus ruining their plan.  Now again im not saying that Nostradamus was a bitch not to tell us about hitler, im just implying that my or shakespeare’s idea of a stage might actually been true.  Maybe things happened for a reason. The crusades, the black death, the plagues, the wars, holocaust and even the current nuclear tensions, there must be a finale to all this. Im not godly guy, so im not saying that He is responsible for whatever that happens. Maybe the End does lie in 2012. Maybe December 12^th 2012 is indeed the day we all have played our parts in the grand stage that has been mankind.

It makes my life a lot more simpler if i go by my philosophy. All i need to do is assure myself that something good is in store for me. They have planned it, They wouldn’t let me down. That in my opinion though is the cowardly way out.

Say nothing is wrong with the world, no one is meant to do anything for you, then you’re just a sitting duck with opportunities just passing you by. And even in my world of actors and lies, It’ll be foolish of me to wait for my chance at good things in life. Were i me, I’d fight my way, oppose the system wherever it flawed and wherever it denied me a pass to succeed.

More to come....... :D

If Only it Were Perception

  Today I heard from a person, “perception is everything”. I disagreed.

  My people were over at my place, and as usual i was expected to entertain. (That is another thing I’d like to blabber about, but then I’d be side-tracking the main agenda for now) I started of by informing them about my latest loss (look for a previous entry of mine to understand which one), got lectured a bit. That was the point though, giving free and unneeded advice is something Gen Y is really good at. Then it came to my college and marks, let’s not get into that ( murky waters, dangerous to venture there). Finally came the moment, “Varun play something on your Casio”.

  First of all, this pissed me off. Casio? CASIO? Who the fuck are they kidding? Seriously people, learn to call it the synthesizer or at least a keyboard. Secondly, do I look like some circus clown here to please everyone? No. Then why that tone?

  Anyway, I didn’t have the balls to say it to their face so i proceeded to play my “casio”. I start out with a really complex song i’ve been trying to learn by David Lanz. The look on their face wasn’t too encouraging! I thought maybe im playing it real bad. I wish it were that. No, what they said was play something funky! Or at least happy birthday! Had there been a hammer in the vicinity, Delhi papers would’ve had a field day reporting a brutal triple murder in Dwarka :D.

  I made an apologetic face and said no i don’t prefer music like that ( not to mention to my embarrassment, i didn’t know how to play happy birthday! :D ). Then Mr. X informed me that the best pianist was from deep purple or some band which sounded awfully similar. I informed him about the differences between popular and best, cheeky of me, but he had touched a nerve. That’s when the phrase i began with in the first place was uttered. And i couldn’t imagine why anyone would say that? How big an ignoramus some tend to be really shocks me. More than 80% of the artists ever borne by this world have gained recognition only in the twilight of their time. Most getting their worth generations later. Their talent, their skill being recognized finally but to its full extent. Many of these examples have greatly overshadowed their “popular” contemporaries. They have become legends, even though throughout their lifetime they might’ve struggled.

  Talent is something you do not measure with popularity, but with quality. Did it achieve its purpose? That is what counts.

The Final Kickoff!!

In minutes the FIFA world cup 2010 is about to begin!! España  for the cup!! thier first ever!! Hope they kick some dutch butt!! Paul's with us on this one...

Gonna miss the excitement (which costed me quite a lot :D) and a reason for cold beer... i wish the argentine had made it, but nonetheless, i'd like to to see the oranje look green today :D...

AND IT BEGINS!!!

Ps. Spain does win! And a beautiful match that was, thrilling till the last minute of the extra offered after the 90 minutes. The Dutch did a good job of losing, putting up a strong defense, just not strong enough for the spanish conquistadors!! Good play!!

Seriously, People. What are we doing? :D

RIP iPod

I lost my iPod yesterday! A sad sad day it will be forever, Friday the 9th.

INSiDE

OK. Wow. Freaky. That's all I got.