My need...something new..

I was feeling horrible since morning. I was not even savoring good food (chole-puri and halwa on Ashtmi), nothing seemed good. I am not used to this hollow feeling. I went for a self-introspection and realized that I had not listened to good music since ages! I fumbled my CD bag, music collection in my hard disk. I was bored with all of it, didn't feel like listening to any of it. I needed something new.

I went to the music room in my house where my grandpa used to play all kinds of instruments. It was all dusty and humid. I looked at tabla, which I had played years back and don't even remember a bit about it. I looked at harmonium, on which I had learnt the basics of notes when I was in class 3...or was it class 2? I don't remember that too. Flutes were in a closet which I could never learn (my lungs are lazy). What about dholak? Nay, I always hear it in ladies sangeet. Then my eyes took me to guitar, all packed in black cover. I held it, for the first time in my life. I didn't know what to do with it, totally clueless. I sat on a chair, kept it on my laps and started slapping it the August Rush style. AND WOW! It was not bad. Kept on slapping it in different rhythms and tempos until I found a tune which atleast one would comprehend. I was excited! Called her up and made her listen to it which I think she found vociferous. But then, she always praises me.

I felt good after doing something new. I remember the times when everyday was new, I always did new things, learnt new things. I have got the zeal again to do the same with my days, "Everyday, something new".

I made it a promise to do something new

Always a new step when we dance, me and you

Oh my babe, all my life

You and me, looking sky

I made it a promise to see something new

Always a new star when I look up with you

Oh my honey, all my life

You and me, roaming by

I made it a promise to go somewhere new

Always a new road when I drive up with you

Oh my heart, all the time

You and me, sipping wine

I made it a promise to taste something new

Always a new bread when I eat up with you

Oh my light, oh my moon

You and me, listening tune

I made it a promise to hear something new

Always a new song when I listen to you

Oh my darling, oh my dove

You and me, making love

la la la la laaa.. la la la laaaa... ;)

Bulls***

I was reading an older post of mine, “Assumptions: Mother of all screw ups!!”, dated May 18, 2009. I realized how frustrated I was because of people’s opinions about love that I wrote that sarcastic post. I was even more frustrated with people who have never been in love but have so many theories about love. I know and I always knew that love is never meant to be understood, it’s meant to be felt. Still, why did I write that post? Why other’s opinions affected me? Perhaps, I was being a football of other’s opinions.

Opinions are like assholes, everyone has one. It’s better not to smell all of them, thus not to be affected by them. We all have different experiences, so we have different opinions. I really need to learn how to stand people with opinions that I find narrow and bullshit. I hope I find a way soon and update all my blog readers with a tangible solution pertaining to the problem of standing people with bullshit opinions.