Silence is the beginning of noise, apparently chaos and then salvation. Sometimes, that is.
Category Archives: Nostalgia
the brighter few
Randomised. Eyes. Hotspots. Urban ore. Blessed and counting.
unanimously holy
Miles apart and in different geographies. Yet, message of divinity remains the same. Belief and retrospection are relatively conjunctive. Yet, being human is so damn difficult. Why us? Let’s be we.
vibes unleashed
My city of bread and butter (that was), breeding ground is better put, the growing metropolis that remains an elusive part of my story. Things have not changed much though. Traffic is trending downwards, hotness is lateral and opportunities bring thousands to this bilingual city like Usain Bolt. Not me, but the connect is highContinue reading “vibes unleashed”
nostalgic gulp
Long time, old times.
filming and feeling real
Notting Hill is one of the most sublime and exuberant love stories of our times. Truly, isn’t it? Well, I watched it years back but watching it again and again isn’t a crime. Think about this, you falling in love with an actress who comes to purchase a book from the most boring book shopContinue reading “filming and feeling real”
inbox today
My outlook inbox number was showing ‘1994’ today. I took a deep 10 second look at it and was quickly reminiscent of how life was, way back in 1994. These are few of what I remember – vaguely and hazily as I swept past nostalgia. As any teenager, I was equally inquisitive, confused and overtlyContinue reading “inbox today”
flashy notes
when it comes to ‘goodbye’, we become lavish contenders to admire and vent people around. But if we question the moment of truth, then an opportunist will be the winner of intrigue situations.
Fondly, Pancham Da.
In the 90s, listening to RD’s brand of music was an iconic feeling. Because, way back then, I felt his music was ahead of his times. In terms of music arrangement, orchestra, background score or titillating vocals, RD was a master. Run down 25 years later, I still think RD’s music was much ahead ofContinue reading “Fondly, Pancham Da.”
playing days
Rain. Football. Wet legs, wetter grass. Dirty shoes. Hot tea. Don’t go home. Get wet. Complete package.
Standalone
It’s not the stature that always counts. It’s the attempt to touch the sky that evokes a cacophony of myriad ruptures. Like, fugitives in search of salvation. Like, mortals reaching out to immortals. I like the canvas, what urges brilliance is the modus operandi.
art of classical music
music has been an integral part of my life, that it’s a part of my DNA is an inexplicable conclusion. my parents and grandparents have been admirable advocates of classical (Carnatic) music, My mother used to be a decent vocalist during her younger days and dad always had this uncanny inclination towards genuine vocal chords.Continue reading “art of classical music”
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