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Life is a long, wondrous and continuous introduction to yourself.

The act of creation — it leads me to unknown places. Only to make me realize that all was known, always. And yet, I live every day with the hope that I’ll explore, create and grow into someone new. Because what’s life if not a long, wondrous and continuous introduction to yourself.

In this journey, music lives by my side. I find melody in my writing, and a lot of writing in my melodies. Sometimes, I hear songs in the bubbles of boiling tamarind water. Or in the stroke of red paint over the canvas. Or in the giggles of a child after a good joke. Tunes find their way even into my boredom, curiosity and the thoughts in between. And a rhythm taps into my sorrow, so it can take the leap to laughter.

Such is music. Such is life — yours and mine.


Ritualistic blogging

Last week, my second session with my new violin teacher saved me from life-long depression pertaining to an inability to play the instrument to bring about euphonious effects.

My 3 months of violin training which i am frowning upon now was all built on strings made of some alloy closer to steel. I had been complaining to my intructor since i bought the instrument from her that there was something wrong with it.. because of the plain difference between the ease of playing the one she gave and the one she had.

After my 3rd class in pune, my collegues had insisted on hearing me play, so they all dropped by , my instrument was not even perfectly tuned... the consequence?

I finish the  cacophony and the comment that follows is: 'I always thought violin was a relatively happy instrument :|"

I might have been advancing in exercises but i was troubled with the thought of complete uselessness of my playing if it does not do justice to the very idea of music.

But yay! My new teacher asked me to get a particular set of strings which i managed to buy before the session but had not practiced the stuff he had asked me to..

Getting up at 6 after you come back home from work at 12, then travelling 1.5 hrs one way without knowing what you would be really doing after that was scary.... He puts on the new set and asks me to play through..... I just run my fingers with whatever i had known or i was expected to be done..  and lo! I had difficulties understanding if it was me playing....

I finish the first exercise and he smiles.. you seem to have practiced a lot... :D heh!

Naah.. i did not play great or anything but it plain sounded nice! I was happy :)

But managing this is getting difficult everyday! With the pure sucky lifestyle , accomodating this, is most of the time draining but not doing it is disappointing!

Too much for my little head!

btw, for those who are reading this , i came across this yesterday.

Initially, i thought may be something like this would not have ever come into light without destructive testing but later was wondering if John Money never met a homo-sexual in his life to conclude that the neuro-links connected to gender definitions were so programmable.

I mean if gender behaviour was solely related to learning then the question of evolving out of societal norms would have never have come