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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.


Thank You For Your Service

I reach work, the guy at the parking lot fits my car in a seemingly small space. He gives my keys back and i "THANK" him for his service. He looks up at me and smiles.

I walk up to my elevator, the lift man asks me which floor i want to go to and then takes me to the level, presses the button to let me out. I say "THANK YOU" before i leave the lift. I can sense that he was still for a second.

The office boy at my work place, keeps my morning cup of tea on my desk and i say "THANK YOU BHAIYA" , he hears , says "welcome" and goes away.

That was my first day at work.

The next day, the guy at the parking lot remembered me and was eager to offer his service, although i did not need it. The elevator guy knew the floor i was to go at but smiled at me as i entered and left the lift , me again "thanking" him every time for his job.The boy at my office gave me a welcome smile as against a monotonous "Ok, you are here" the previous day.

What's my point?


When i was in Australia, my first day was awkward as i found every person showering me with undue verbal politeness and courtesy. As i continued to observe and understand, the respect for every service irrespective of its nature and respect for every human being irrespective of his job was evident in the culture.

People tell me that all that had emerged since people were always less in that country. I believe that even if there was a cause for a certain cultural trait, if it could be used to change a certain social aspect, it better become a habit.

I learned to thank the bus driver, the office boy, the cleaner at home and every shop keeper or bar tender. It became so regular that i returned back with that habit which is now deep sitting in my public interaction. I realised it was reaching nicely even to the people around me.

A simple act of 'thanking' every person who does the simplest service for you would only help in removing the feudalistic nature of our society where every man is judged by what they do. Although this is far too ambitious but it also would add a little enthusiasm in the person who is doing that service.

Creating a little pride for the service every man around you is doing, will only bind us together through basic humanity. It just takes two words: