My Blue Speck

For years, I have thought that Music would make a good religion. But there possibly are more kinds of music than there are religions. So basically, music would just become another way of dividing us into more groups, which is exactly the opposite of what a good religion should be.

Also, I don’t hate, or feel even the slightest level of dislike towards any religion. But when it comes to music… there are a few, so-called-artists, towards whom I feel great hatred. Actually, not towards them, just their music. And I am definitely not pleasant when I’m forced to listen to it. Quite a few of my like-minded friends also feel the same way.

So perhaps music is best left as what it is, just music, almost whatever you want it to be. It makes you cry, it makes you smile, tap your feet, dance along, groove to it. It is a tool, a medium, a release, a prayer, perhaps even a  place you can call home.

Personally, I prefer music in it’s “purer” form, as just music, minus the words and all. It almost seems like cheating. You were supposed to express whatever you were feeling through only music, yet you chose to put in “subtitles” in the form of lyrics. Which is why I prefer songs by Joe Satriani, and lately even classical music, both Indian and Western.

Love Thing (Joe Satriani) speaks to me in ways that no words ever can. The music of Nothing Else Matters (Metallica) just grips me and takes me to a different place. To be honest, I’ve never even tried to think about what the lyrics mean! Our national anthem, Jana Gana Mana, another song who’s lyrics elude me, has this haunting tune that, for some reason, just makes me feel immensely sad. Perhaps Tagore got it wrong, because, I think that a National Anthem should sound happy and cheerful. It should make you feel proud of your country, while reminding you of her past. Something like Waving Flag  (K’naan), would be my suggestion.

Pirates, a Kung Fu fighting Panda, Living Cars, Fast Cars, a hangover, the last of wizards and witches, more mutants humans and if I may, my blog. Yes, this is indeed the year of the sequels. Which basically means that movie maker have run out of new ideas and movie goers just want more of what they already like, and don’t care much for whatever new flicks are thorwn their way.

April 2009, was when I wrote my last post. Over 2 years! Surprisingly, in those 2  years, I got married, bought a house, switched jobs, and I’m sure I must’ve lost more hair… And yet, I didn’t feel like writing about anything. Or maybe I did feel like  writing, but couldn’t, or didn’t.

I now realize that my not writing, I’ve lost a part of me. I don’t know what it is, but something’s missing. So I’m going to write.. a lot! About anything and everything on this blue speck. I’m just gonna sit at my laptop, stare out or my window, and just write… Maybe I’ll try that Dissociative writing thing. Who know what’ll come out of me. Complete rubbish, most likely, but maybe I’ll find what I’ve lost, whatever it is.