Space out Time out

What Next? I have been having these unnerving thoughts about the impending future. What is it that I have been placed here for? What is the bigger picture? Where do I fit in. I can almost feel that I am not here to do what I am doing right now. Wake up, smile, go to work, be physically present and spiritually absent there for 8 some hours, get out, try and find ways to keep my mind occupied. It seems a very long life for me to be able to keep doing this everyday. I will soon go mad if it continues. I keep looking for signs. I try to identify them and then bring them to fruition. I have been meaning to go places. So many places. But I need a travel companion. Someone with whom I will be able to share my experiences, interpret them and learn form them. This unrest, I don't know if everyone possess it. I have met people who are perfectly happy with their current state of existence. Who can carry on doing what they are forever and not complain. I on the other hand find it hard to breat

What are they thinking? When they go drop a bomb on a market street? Or put a burning tyre onto someone? Or to rape and mutilate someone? IS it the way to win your vengeance or a way to get closer to god or just a sheer lack of direction. Who is the enmity directed towards? A sect or mankind? OR is it just an implosion that manipulates itself in a much perceivable way? What were we before we were born? What will we be after we are gone? We get to choose how we live for at most 50 years of our lives. The rest, we are incapacitated in some form, either too young or too old, out of which we sleep for a third of the time.. Why do we then need to take that little spec of time from someone in this vast realm of the existence of things that we can't even come to fathom? Our lives are what we make of it. Why then take away the very right that we cant give anyone else but ourselves? To Live! Is it a high that transcends all other highs? Is it just a lack of having things to do? What is it?

Epitome of a cult song.. I HAD to attempt it. To me its just a sensuous revelation of that decade.. Beautiful composition.

Classic Asha Bhonsle number from Mere Sanam. :)

Beautiful song from the movie Ghar. I am soon going to post all other songs form this movie :)

Listening to Abida Parveen's rendition of Ghalib poems. Its beautiful.. Her music is soulful. It makes you feel content in your heart despite all the thoughts in your mind. It drops lyou right into your heart. It lets you be. It stills you. And even before I realize Im in a trance and I'm hoping it never stops playing. Its a sweet nostalgia of the times lived. I'm so grateful to have been brought up around a place where so much imbibed from a lot of people from different walks of life. It's nourishing to be associated with the festivities of so many, listening to varied genres of music, celebrating in so many styles together year after year.. It becomes your own.. All of it. GHALIB's genius.. Har ek baat pe kehte ho, tum ki tu kya hai? Tumhi kaho ke yeh andaaze guftagu kya hai? Jala hai jism jahan dil bhi jal gaya hoga Khuredto ho jo ab raakh justujoo kya hai? Hazaron khwahishen aisi ke har khwahish pe dum nikle Bohot nikle mere armaan lekin fir b

You can listen to my songs non-stop here

I have had this god forsaken flu for the past 2 days so I thought on Phoebe's lines (who btw is my fav character in friends). I thought why not make use of the husky voice and sing a song apt for that :) So here goes! And oh, if you have not seen Madhubala in this video, I suggest you youtube it right away :)

I cant talk enough about my love for this song. Its the epitome of beauty for me. The lyrics and the melody come together so perfectly that it transcends music and takes you to this other level. It makes me feel like Meera in search of Krishna. My rendition will never be perfect. Lata is above and beyond in this song. Its bliss.

I am becoming a hard core fan of Shreya Ghoshal. Dint realize she was so good up until recently. I am attempting most of her songs. So heres the first one in the list.

Kasol Highs I am able to blog on this topic, courtesy Javesh Gaju, my friend from Mauritius who did his master's in Informatics with me in Delhi University. He opened the enchanting world of Kasol to me. Please do not confuse it with Kasuli or Kasuni or any other hill station. Speaking of hill stations, I have not yet mentioned that personally I think that Himachal Pradesh is the best state in India. It cradles the foothills of the Himalayas and stores so many pristine places in its nooks that it will take me a lifetime to unravel them. Kasol is this small village situated by the banks of river Parbati. The closest well known place near it is Manikaran with its famous warm sulphuric springs. For all the rest they go straight to Manali bypassing this village. now for Kasol. It is a Hippie heaven. There are numerous Israelis here during the summer months and they have these amazing matted hair which general cleanliness seeking public loathe. I am still trying to find out a way of hav

This was my first ever recording with a friend and fellow musician Joy Ghosh. He played the synth in the song. He kept saying I needed to practice it more. I never got to practice it more and re-record, but here is the first and last attempt at it. Thanks Joy :)

Bain and Boon of being a Palakkad-i And for those who wonder who a Palakkad-i is, well we are people who hail from a village(Palakkad) in the south of the Indian peninsula that lies on the border of Tamil Nadu and Kerala. It was initially owned by the government of Tamil Nadu but now in the hands of Kerala. So my ancestors were Tamil but now we are successfully confused. My friends often ask me which state am I from, and I vacillate between the two. C'mon guys its hard on me. Cut me some slack, I am a Palakkad-i born and brought up in the North which makes it even more eclectic. I grew up speaking a language that perhaps no-one other than a fellow Palakkad-i would understand. I have trouble understanding a perfectly pure Tamil movie or a Malayalam movie, or news readers, or people or songs. I never felt that void up until now when my interaction levels with neighbors from the east and west has increased in magnitude and there is a pressing need to be able to speak one pure language

One o0f the most challenging songs I have come across. amazingly sung by Lata and Mohammad Rafi ji. It has 4 raagas in it that blend together beautifully (Sohni, Bahaar, Janpuri and Yaman).

Call of the Tribes I have been most mystified by this intangible relationship between Asian lounge music and the hills, vast open spaces. I am consumed by it right now as I listen to Karunesh and watch some of most amazing pics of Tibet, the monks, the prayer flags. It makes me forget my purpose, puts a void in the center of my stomach and makes me want to run looking for that place, that perfect place, with that perfect company of that I don't know of.. Its a Pandora's box for me, it opens many incidents that I may have not witnessed in my life but seem to have lived through them somehow. Its like having traveled through a pipe eons away and reached a perfect place. I cant navigate there myself, it can only be reached perhaps through the will of universe. It will never be as perfect if I try to venture it myself in my complete conscience. I can only be and be taken there as often as I am, vicariously, through music. It would be bliss, like having attained Nirvana. I could give

~~MAYA~~ Who is she? I often wonder. She is many people in a single moment yet many people are her as well. She could just be a mere figment of my imagination that peeps through my eyes gazing at my world the way she finds fit and manipulates my brain, my heart, my soul. She is a loner yet seeks a presence of her choice. She’s unsettling, demanding, flitting, dreaming, hopeful, lovesick, needy, caring, possessive, giving, empathizing yet not all these and something else, seeking, something beyond her reach, racing her imagination and touching horizons and returning to make me restless and always wanting something more. Her actions are guided by her heart and her heart befuddles her brain, her senses. She desires a million things all at once. Like someone aptly put to describe her; her life is full of test tubes with a ratio of love from those she seeks and things she wants and some others are empty for the things she would fill in later as and when she discovers them to be an inevitabl