Of Cosmic Connections and Healing Rivers

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I recently made a trip to the north of India after a prolonged conundrum of hesitation. In my mind, I always wanted to make this trip to Parvati valley in Himachal Pradesh in the North of India but never actually made the trip. Then about three weeks ago, I suddenly got the urge to just ditch everything and leave. I checked the train timings and the train to Delhi was in three hours, so I quickly packed my bags and left.

After a long and scenic train journey, I arrived in Delhi and hopped on a bus in the evening to Bhunter, Himachal Pradesh. The overnight journey was a bit of a bumpy ride up the mountain but luckily I had my music. I got off at Bhunter in the morning and took a local bus further into the mountainous region and digested the panoramic views of the breathtaking valley. I could feel the might and heavenly vibrations of the Parvati river and it kept calling out to me. It was just something in the air, a feeling of succinct completeness, I knew there was something special about this trip immediately – that was the vibration being cast to me.

Himalayas #kasol #parvativalley speechless

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I got off at a local tea stall where the bus briefly stopped because I was too tired of sitting on uncomfortable buses for such a prolonged period of time and decided to walk the rest of the way till I found a place to stay. I walked about 3-5 km by foot just staring in amazement at the ineffable mountains and the flawless Parvati river. The walk was beautiful, and I was at complete peace and in harmony with my surroundings.  I walked on till I came across a quaint little hillside town called Jari and found a decent place to stay on a hillock on the high road that I had taken. I booked a room which was cozy enough and went about the town to buy supplies.

Then out of the blue came the cosmic connection. It was her. Miss instant crush – speaking, comforting, healing. We connected once again. She was surprised, so was I, and then the eye-opening conversations began. I had my music and supplies – coffee, cigarettes, juice, food, beverages etc. And we began to talk, in complete oneness. We began to re-discover what was lost and what was left unsaid. We were afraid we would lose our connection so we spoke through the day and night and our conversations were magnetic and mesmerising. I couldn’t get her image out of my mind and I sang a few songs for her too. I probably should have stayed off social media but like the buffoon that I am sometimes, I posted quite a bit and others got wind of it, which sort of dampened the mood.

But we persevered, I stayed 4 or 5 nights in Jari and explored the area surrounding it. It was pretty scenic especially from my room where I could see the spanning mountain range. The local folk celebrated a grand festival for the last two days I was there and I had conversations with the bed and breakfast owner as well and expressed my willingness to lease some land in the area and set up a holiday home in the future.

She would wake me up every morning and I loved that. We figured a workable solution for the time difference and went on speaking, in perfect union. I bid farewell to Jari and thought of going on a trek to Kheerganga but the locals told me to avoid it because of the crowd and lack of facilities high up there. Nevertheless, I embarked on a bus journey to a town from where I was supposed to go to Kheerganga but on my way there about 10 km from Jari something caught my eye – It was a wooden bridge over the Parvati river. The river had been calling out to me and I even told her how much I wanted to go down to the river. Then I took a split-second decision, much like my mind on the football pitch, to just hop off the damn bus and go to that spot. The bus driver halted the bus and I jumped off.

I made my way down to the river and sat there for a couple of hours and recorded a few songs for her. Then I walked up to the bridge and was surprised to find the most innocuously placed campsite just across the bridge. I ordered some pizza and scoped the area and immediately took the call stay there for a while. Little did I know that I would love the vibrations from that place so much that I would end up staying there for 10 days.

Morning song #river #parvativalley #heyyou #getloose 😉

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It was all about us from the moment I put my bags in my tent, just me and her and our beautiful minds and souls connecting, revealing, understanding and comprehending. I would tell her tales of my life and how much I had to overcome to find peace and her. I told her of how I always thought about her but I was too much of a mess to meet her when she was in Bombay. I would look to the star-lit skies filled with shooting stars and describe to her what it looked like. Strangely though the moon did not reveal itself for a prolonged number of days and only shone on one evening just for a few hours. We began to connect deeply and it was unerringly dreamy – a wonderous reverie of love.

We spoke of theories, of knowledge, of love, of how we longed for each other, of what we wanted of each other, of the plans we had, of the moments we wished to spend together, we even meditated and saw into each other’s minds which was magnificent, peaceful and revealing. The 10 days would go by in a blur, with music, food, drinks and our gentle souls propagating their desire to be together despite everything. I would sit by the river and tell her of how scenic it was, sang a few songs and I promised to bring her to the exact same place as well.

Pull me in.. #blackholeeyes

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I made a few friends some Israeli, German, French, English and Indian and shared my music channel with them. The shack owner Mr.Naveen let me DJ for those 10 days and it was perfect. We got addicted to each other and I promised I would never disappear again. She breathed in me. She sprang me back to life. She healed me. In what was a cosmic connection of love by a holy river in the ancient mountains of India.

All that’s left now is for her to come halfway. I wait, in hope of her letter to me and I hope and dream of better days by her side.

Rock. Music. Follow the signs.. Higher consciousness de #purpose

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Syd Barrett : The Lost Drawings and Poems

I’ve tried to decode and understand the life of the elusive enigma that was Syd Barrett, for a very long time. I was immediately drawn to his music from the moment I first heard it and watched documentary after documentary and read numerous articles on him in an attempt at trying to understand who he really was and what he went through. In my mind Pink Floyd’s best ever album was their first, The Piper At The Gates Of Dawn, Meddle and then Darkside in that order.

Although the band did oust Barrett shortly after deeming him an ‘acid casualty’, which must’ve been a bit hard on Syd. However, part of me thinks that what he inherently wanted exactly that. A genius on the guitar as mentioned by Waters and a bit reclusive as well, it’s hard to guage Barret for a third person. Syd had done too much of the stuff as per various accounts, although I do not know exactly how much acid he took and how frequently he tripped, the dosage back then was much stronger than it is nowadays. Back in the 60’s acid was everywhere and as a number of voyagers ignited their pineal glands in amazement, taking too much, too frequently could have repercussions, which in Barrett’s case could have been the reason he ‘lost the plot’ or whatever Roger Waters tries to put into words.

Yet there is an inner warmth about Syd, he didn’t like the limelight, he was supremely talented and for him, it was more about finding a bit of peace amidst all this chaos, or at least that’s what my intuition about the man tells me. But when you take a lot of the ‘heroic dose’ you need to be in the right frame of mind or else it could go wrong. Through my college years and my personal experiences with LSD, I can say for a fact that I could only do it back then because I had the brash bravery of my youth – I can’t do that anymore and quite frankly I’m a bit scared to.

Syd was a gallant soul, and while he may have ‘reached for the secret too soon’ and ‘cried for the moon’, he does live on and ‘shining on like a crazy diamond’ even after his death.

There is this alternative theory I found online describing Syd Barret as a synaesthete. It’s a very eye-opening article that delves into what Barret’s real mental state could have been like.

Read the article here: http://incorrectpleasures.blogspot.in/2009/11/interesting-case-of-syd-barrett-for.html

Without delving into too much of what went wrong with Syd, this post uncovers the lost drawings and poems Syd wrote back when he was young and Pink Floyd were recording Piper At The Gates of Dawn at Abbey Road. It reveals a bit about Syd, as a human being. And I want to humanise the man as much as possible because of all the outcast and crazy person tags. He was in the end, just like us, a slightly troubled – human being.

1. Letter To Jen
To start things off here is a letter Syd( or Roger which was his real name) Barrett wrote to his girlfriend at the time whom he called Jen.

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This little letter is so touching, especially how he starts out by calling her ‘a little dish’. He goes on to explain how the recording of the album went and how he didn’t quite enjoy it as much. He can’t draw himself and just leaves a haze of lines and scratches instead of a head and a body. “I am a bit fed up with everything today and I want to be in Cambridge or Greece but not in London where all I do is spend money and travel. The sun is shining though” he ends, “Love Roger(his real name).”

2. Early childhood drawing – Waiting for hot water to turn cold

Mark-Jones-material-361 Syd Barrett probably messed up the water heater at his childhood home and he writes, “Mum was very cross. She hit me. I cried” We’ve all been hit at some time by our parents and those memories stay with you. Syd was a kid just like all of us and one with hopes, dreams and ambitions.

3. Let Me Draw Some Pictures

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I particularly like this small note and drawing by Syd, he writes, “A retch goez to school with his paints in a vase while all sleep and are not bothered”, probably hinting that he would much rather be sleeping and not bothered, highlighting his eternal struggle to find peace and not be troubled.

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He continues the picture with probably Jen and scribbles “A retch thoghts” and “very rave walking ahead”.

He was quite a puzzling human being who perhaps wasn’t at peace with himself.

4. Syd Barrett painting of himself

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5. Poem and Art – “The Self Divided”

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I cannot understand what he means here but maybe it’s his demons and problematic mind yanking him between peace and suffering. The divided self, self divided. Very intriguing.

6. Tea

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This is a beautiful charcoal sketch of tea by Syd Barrett.

Theres a lot more of his art which you can see here on his official website as I head on to the poetry he wrote.

I suggest you click the link and browse through it

Link to Syd’s notebook art: http://www.sydbarrett.com/art/notebooks


syd poem


The poem was written in 1965, and features an original drawing by Barrett.

The full text of the poem is:

Little Twig isn’t big

To you, but she is

To me.

But however I don’t like it

When she makes faces.

And she seldom talks

When we go to places

And meet people

And sit around.

But she prances at dances

Gets crushes, takes chances

With boys. Wears a hat

No shoes, and they flatter her

Madly. What of that?

Neat, maroon, blue and white

Lace and chord, velvet. Might

Even keep her coat on if its right.

Next week

All change

To purple

Or black


2. A Rooftop Song In a Thunderstorm Row Missing The Point

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Here are my two favourite Syd Barrett albums. Have a listen to the wizard of Cambridge!



His legacy will live on forever and despite all the various friends, links and articles suggesting that ‘drugs made his mind a carrot’ and so on. He will always be a gentle soul and a human being that couldn’t quite exorcise his demons enough to find some solace and peace before he died or maybe he did in spurts. He will live on. The man, the myth the legend that was Roger Keith “Syd” Barrett.

Read more about his life here
Link: http://www.sydbarrett.com/life/

RIP Syd Barrett.

Instant Crush – It’s a feeling I’ve got, oh don’t ask why

This post is about this girl I’ve liked a lot for a long time and felt that we had a brief connection in all the times we met. Which was far too short. It was something real for sure but I never really got to know her at all. All I’ve got are fragments. I always liked her. I could tell there was some kind of energy drawing me to her. Or maybe it was her eyes. Or how pretty her face looked when she smiled. It was this nascent electricity. But I was clouded by past mistakes. Finding momentary peace in hits from a bong shooter. I was going hard on the bong about 80-100 hits a day just to find peace and be numb. Just to not think. I think she probably thought of me as one hard-mess which I was at that point. I wish we spoke more though.

I wanted to go upto her and tell her that I thought she was cute and I wanted to get to know her. But I didn’t, I just numbed the feelings and the pain down and remained silent. It was simply the case of getting over something. I guess when you completely immerse yourself into loving someone other than yourself there are parts that get left behind.

I missed her when she left the quaint little town I was studying in back in college but I thought it wasn’t quite right for me to tell her that I was attracted to her when I was struggling to let go of someone else. I couldn’t take another whirlwind romance investing everything and then failing again, so I waited to find myself again.

I went to hell and back in the following years and learned to survive. It was harrowing for sure. I was very much a people person and very popular in college because I was the pub DJ for three years. Everybody knew me and I was jovial with everyone. But that’s the thing isn’t it, I thought at that point that that’s how people were, friendly, fun and helpful. But when shit hit the fan for me there was nobody, not a soul.

Nobody cared or even wanted to know where I was or what happened to me or even asked about what I was going through. They began to talk shit and spread slanderous rumours about me which really dent my spirit. People closest to me became strangers and began to avoid and ignore me. I was deeply saddened by all this loss and all the stuff I went through. It was probably the worst few years of my life. I just wish people didn’t form judgements of others.

Especially judgements based on other people’s judgements and opinions. I wish people were more empathetic, understood other people’s perspectives more and thought deeply about things instead of just going by other people’s words. But you can’t change the world, you can only change yourself. The people who have stuck around despite everything are golden, so my faith in the world has been restored. This is for people in general and not her, I’m sure she’s smart enough to form her own informed opinions. She’s really smart and talented.

Anyway coming back, the bottle didn’t leave me, I was drinking heavily every single day for about two years. Just to deal with the pain, the loss, the regret. Every. Single. Day.

I messaged her a few times and I wanted to meet her. But I would get piss drunk and pass out and forget. I hated my thoughts. I would do anything to just not think. After a certain point alcohol did that.

Maybe if I just looked her in the eyes, those beautiful black eyes of hers and dissolve in them, I would find peace and that was the hope. That’s what I look for. It just has to disappear, all the bullshit when I look into a girl’s eyes.

I couldn’t be my true self all the time because of my thoughts. Some of my thoughts made me sick to the core. Until I finally learned and understood that thoughts weren’t me but just random chemical reactions in my brain. But at that stage, I just hadn’t found myself and peace within. I wasn’t at all my true self or at peace and happy. So how could I meet her? I didn’t want her to see me like that.

We connected a few times online and I found out she was in my city so I got her number and made plans to meet but I was in a bad place in the head back then so I didn’t want to go ahead and meet her and maybe that disappointed her. There was always something there but I didn’t realise it, I always had a huge crush on her. I loved her voice and the way she spoke to me, her eyes were magnetic and her hair was perfect. Her smile made me smile inside and her intelligence was something I was very drawn towards the little I met her. I wish I met her more but it didn’t happen. We always met at concerts for some reason. Without ever speaking to each other, it was probably the universe or at least I like to think so.

I remember thinking to myself about how pretty she looked as she moved to the music, She was different and I wanted to get to know her but I didn’t because I was lost in the past and in mistakes and suffering. It was a confusing time for me. She probably heard a lot of shit about me and I didn’t know what she thought about me so I let it slide.

However in the following years, I would still fail a bit more in my business and work but I persevered in the end, I saw the light, I pieced my life back together – by myself, I connected deep within myself, I found my soul. I got completely clean, I had time to think and contemplate and go within because I was out of work for about 3-4 months and that was the best thing that ever happened to me.

Since then I’m just focused on being the best version of myself and doing things that resound with my soul – music and writing. I don’t really need people that much. But it would be nice to find someone to love selflessly other than myself.

I found out from a friend that she was seeing someone and I just sighed and let go, like everything in my life. My thoughts, my experiences, people, the highs and lows, I just let everything go. I tried though and I’m still trying to get through to make her see that what people think of me isn’t true. But it just looks like another closed door and not a new beginning or I just don’t know, which is sad. Because I’ve always thought about this girl at the back of my head and subconsciously in dreams and stuff but never paid any attention to it because of the clouded state of my head. But now that I have much more clarity it’s eye-opening.

Love should be something real for a change, it has to be a real two-way connection on a spiritual level not just physical. I haven’t found that yet because every time I want to get to know someone I come on a bit too strong or something, but that’s just me “To be yourself is all that you can do” – Chris Cornell, RIP.

If I like someone I’m going to let them know assertively because that’s just how I am. I’m sick and tired of taking it slow, thinking about what to say and playing it like a game. I’m sick of mind games, I’m sick off all these social constructed ‘ways’ of doing things. If I feel something I’m going to say it and I’m going to do what I feel. If that’s not good enough or if that’s met with judgement and scorn then I guess she’s not for me. Because I just don’t want to be judged by someone I like a lot. It’s happened to me before so that’s not something I’d like to experience again.

I just wish I was this clear in the head about everything back then, especially when she was in my city. But I guess life is a learning curve and a slow gaining of wisdom by experience. Maybe I just shouldn’t try to love anyone and let it all come to me. You know just be myself, do my thing and let it unfold and happen the way it does.

I’ve been thinking about her a lot for the last eight or nine months for some reason, like every day and hey, this girl is a gem. I don’t know why but I always liken her to Audrey Hepburn for some reason. She’s a star and she can sing, but sadly I’ve never heard her sing. She loves music and Radiohead and that’s a huge connection. Maybe we can’t work things out and meet for whatever reason but at least I tried. I guess I’ll always want to get to know you. She’s a strong, smart, thoughtful, independent and really pretty lady and I wish her all the best.

Congratulations on your recent achievement, I’m sure you put a lot of hard work into it.

Instant Crush.

Take care.

Meet me some time 🙂
We can chill.

The stuff below is for you… dedications #lilbit

PS – I asked a friend for your address to buy flight tickets to Paris and send them to you along with a couple of dresses to wear but he told me you were dating and you blocked me so I guess it’s alright. I think you write really well and much much better than me.

This is another one I wrote in like Feb or Jan or something.

Keep the poems, at least that’s something that’ll make you think of me, for what it’s worth 😉

These are the songs I always thought of you while listening to for some reason:
1.A Perfect Circle – Brena (I always smile when this comes on)
2. The Doors – We could be so good together
3. The Black Keys – Midnight In Her Eyes
4. Richard Ashcroft – On A Beach
5. Porcupine Tree – Blackest Eyes
6. Richard Ashcroft – Weeping Willow
7. The Verve – You and Me
8. Tool – Jimmy( I like to think of 11 as 2011 when I first met you)

They’re all in the playlist I made for you to chill to.

This is a tiny dedication I made for you today and yesterday:

And this is the playlist:

Chill out.

Find peace. Try to not think.


Third Full Month With Instruments and a lot of improvement

Hey all, here are the recent 1 minute covers I’ve made on Instagram along with some originals. Here they are please do tell me what you think and how I can improve with each instrument. Any tips by pros would be welcome. I’m just a beginner. I still can’t chord change on the guitar as fast as I would like so tips on how to do that would be amazing. I’m applying to music school so I have a year to get good. Please help me if you know how to play either instrument.

Radiohead – Videotape

The Vaselines (covered by Nirvana) – Jesus don’t want me for sunbeam

"Jesus doesn't want me for a sunbeam", originally by a Scottish band called The Vaselines which was made popular by Nirvana when they performed it at their legendary MTV Unplugged performance in New York. Its got some mistakes and I could've put a better take but was too lazy being 1.30 am n all. The 2 n a half week break hasn't helped. Its been 3 months and I need to improve much much more. Hope I can improve significantly in the next 3 coz time isn't exactly on my side lol. Anyway happy easter Sunday to believers, non believers and everyone in between. Just for the record, Jesus surely doesn't want me for a sunbeam…. #nirvana #thevaselines #cover #jesusdoesntwantmeforasunbeam #jesus #easter #song #beginner #guitarist

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Oasis – Live Forever

Oasis – Live Forver. Messing up but chalega for now. Simplified one. #music #guitar #beginner #cover #oasis #liveforever

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Alice in Chains – Frogs (unplugged)

Original – Daughter of Nothing

Radiohead – Exit Music (For a Film)

Porcupine Tree – Trains

Red Hot Chili Peppers – Californication (intro)

Eddie Vedder – Out Of Sand (backing vocals and rhythm practice)

Thanks a ton for watching!

Cheers !

See the upside in the downside – Poetry and Quotes + Sets For Sundays – Episode #024

Life is a funny proposition, it throws you down suddenly every time you’re up and feeling great. Everyone must, in this life, experience downs but it’s what you make out of it and what you learn out of it that counts.

Be smart and see the good side of it. At least you’re not broke and needing to feed a family of children. Be grateful of your beginnings and family protecting and caring for you. Make peace with them if there are misunderstandings. It’s hard, believe me, I know but thank them everyday and live your life.

See the good side of everything, it’s a lessson and a path to something more, something better. Life is funny, it makes you strong and prepared for the future by making you go through struggles.

Parents, don’t raise your kids by spoiling them with whatever they want, it only makes them dependent on you. Chances are if they’re raised rich they will end up being horrible human beings. They’ll feel entitled and have egos and not think about the people who struggle. I’ve met a lot of such people but I don’t associate with them too much.

People who get drunk and abuse or fight with waiters and the little guys threatening them saying their dads will do harm to them and stuff if they don’t get their way. They’re just doing their jobs trying to feed their family.  So stop being entitled pricks. Nobody is entitled to anything. We just play with the hands that are dealt when we’re born. It could’ve been you in their position, so put yourself in people’s shoes. They are people too, who are doing their jobs and trying to make ends meat. Treat people equally and well.

Keep your kids broke and make them work hard to earn money and make a living for themselves. They’ll understand life better that way.

See the up in the downs. If you’re going through something talk to people about it. You’ll find a way out. Help people and don’t expect anything in return. The ones who will help you out when you need it might be the most unlikely ones. But yes – help people, as much as you can. Live a life of meaning.

I wrote this quote last week and I thought I’ll share it with you. Here are some quotes and poems for you to read.

And music has some great lyrics at times

Here are some poems I wrote last week. They just pop up in my head(I don’t know why) so I put them together and write them down.

Homecoming's Planet. A bit more classical. Meaning – the first line signifies in two words what Aldous Huxley wrote about the eliminative nature of our brain and nervous system giving us just a trickle of consciousness to perceive necessary for our survival as mammals on this planet. The next lines refer to the countless lives our soul has lived in the analogy 'games we have played' and dreams we have dreamt all leading to our battle with life and its good and bad moments and the elements of life itself. Theres is time for everything ups and downs. Using the analogy soldiers of/with mettle it must surely lead to finding ourselves and a home and love on this planet. Yet how insignificant are we in the grand scheme of the cosmos. It ends hinting at my firm belief that we are not alone in the universe. We don't even know if the universe is finite or infinite so surely there is life somewhere we just don't know. There's a meaning for each poem. Just thought ill share this with its meaning. Cheers! Gn #poem #poems #poetry #gauravkrishnan #endlessnight #book #outidunnowhen #poemsporn #poetsofig #poetssociety #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poetryofinstagram #poetsofinsta #poet #poets #poemsoflife

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Requiem for the nightmare . . . Slightly dark but honestly sometimes I look at the world around me and think.. "Is this it? Is this all we're here for? Make money and die? Why? Its a fucking nightmare. " People kill. People change. People do things all for money. don't be like them. Be simple. You don't need 90% of the shit ads tell you. Do more. Find your soul. Grow spiritually. Spirituality is not god its connecting with your soul. Help people. Touch their lives. Do more than address selfish desires. Do more meaningful things. Peace #poem #poems #poetry #gauravkrishnan #endlessnight #book #outidunnowhen #poemsporn #poetsofig #poetssociety #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poetryofinstagram #poet #poets #poemsoflife #poetsofig #poetssociety #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poetryofinstagram #words #dailywords #wordporn #wordsofinstagram #writer #writersofig #writersofinstagram #spiritualwritings #spiritialpoem #requiem #requiemforthenightmare

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In metanoia Metanoia – *noun* A change in ones way of life resulting from repentance or spiritual conversion . . . . Also a #porcupinetree album name. This is about a monologue in the head of the struggle between letting go of past experiences and mistakes and working towards a changed present and brand new life. Something I think, a lot of people can relate to. #poem #poems #poetry #gauravkrishnan #endlessnight #book #outidunnowhen #poemsporn #poetsofig #poetssociety #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poetryofinstagram #poem #poesy #poet #poets #poemsoflife #poetsofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #poemstagram #poemsofinsta #poemsofinstagram #words #dailywords #wordporn #life #lifepoetry #poetryisnotdead #indianpoet #wordsforthemoments

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I hope you like them.

And onto the music for this weekend. Here is what music means to me in this little picture.

Here is a playlist I made on Thursday that’s super calm and a bit melancholic but it’s soothing nonetheless.

And here are a couple of the latest beat-tapes on #BOMBEATS

And Here is the morning playlist

Enjoy the music! Feel it ! 🙂

And enjoy the moments life! ups or downs.

Here are some tweets by the Dalai Lama

Here is how I look just to put a face to things hehe 😛


Take care

Why you should have more than 2 careers – Be Part Of The Journey Not The Destination + Sets for Sundays Episode #023

I recently have decided permanently to pursue a career in music full time. It was between music and journalism for a degree in Europe and after a lot of deliberation I have decided on music. It’s been a part of me since I was 10 and actually since I was old enough to talk and sing. My parents keep recollecting and telling me that I used to sing the songs of a 90’s Bollywood hit movie called “Baazigar” starring Sharukh Khan when I was little. The movie released in 1993, so that was when I was 3. It was mainly because it was all around me then but either way music has been an immense part of my life and integral to my very existence. I love to write as well, don’t get me wrong so the choice was a hard one.


On one hand I have a career in football journalism (I’m working as one with India’s best sports news website and I love football as well, I’ve been playing since I was 8) And got into writing much later in the 8th, 9th and 10th grade in school when I developed good writing skills. But music was there with me even before that. I thought about it and the joy of creating music from scratch thrills me more. It’s an unknown space for sure, but I can naturally see and feel myself thriving in that setting.


Which comes to my point. Am I going to stop writing? Hell no. I’ve got a book of poems ready to publish. I’m keeping writing going as well. And that’s why you should have at least two careers.

I stumbled upon this article in the harvard business review which hit the nail on the head for me. Have a read if you’re interested.

Here is the link

Why should you limit yourself to only your current career ? Why be stuck in a job wanting to do more but not take the leap just because safety is what is essential. It’s mundane. Why not use all the time you have to do both! – duh!

It gives you a chance to fulfil your soul, follow you passions and your dreams and I saw this guy and said “Wow, if he can do it so can I.” It should be the same with you as well!
Take the leap

For me, money isn’t even a goal, it’s a by-product of doing the two things I love the most, making music and writing! And honestly I don’t even care about the money, I’m doing this for the soul of it. So people remember me after I’m dead and gone. Maybe I’ll make it big or I won’t but at least I’ll have given it my best shot! “You can try the best you can, the best you can is good enough” – Radiohead.

Read the Harvard Business Review article for the bonuses of having two careers, he’s successful and I’m not at the moment. But it depends on what your idea of success is anyway, not the nowadays buzzword for money for me at least, as I’ve explained in detail in one of my blog posts earlier, an essay called “What is success?”

So I’m helping people out here in Mumbai and applying to colleges in the UK and Germany at the moment. I even got into a college in Germany but they haven’t worked out student visas for Indian students with the German visa officials as yet so I asked them if they could do so by 2018, so maybe I could re-apply next year. Or the other option is to try to get a job in Germany and do the course part time. Which I’ve yet to speak to my contacts in Germany about.

About the UK, I’ve just started the application process for a course in 2018. However, given the current political climate and scenario, I’m frankly worried about getting a job and a work permit/work visa. I’m keeping a worst case scenario of not getting one which will be a bummer having spent so much money and to spend two or three years living and learning there. But the past has taught me to keep a backup plan so I’m not stuck, confused and downhearted. In my case, I will apply to 100 studios and newspapers/magazines in the UK post my degree and stay at it until I get a job. I’m that fucking determined *cue Mudvayne* Hell I’ll even go to Stamford Bridge in London and beg them to hire me so I can work as anything(literally/ preferably writing though) for the club I love through and through. #Chelseatillidie

Oh yes the back up, so yeah worst case I come back to Mumbai, India and DJ and produce here but send my stuff to labels abroad, like just if they like it and stuff. I can hack it here for sure. It’s just that I don’t like Bollywood music at all and to make money in music in India it has to be Bollywood. And once I’m tired of that and repay my student loan I’ll then do a masters in a niche in the US and take it from there. I’ll do well somewhere. That’s the hope. Damn you visas! #CitizenOfTheWorld

Anyway that’s my plan at the moment. I’m just taking it one application and each class with the piano and guitar while practicing for an hour a day at least – one day at a time basically. I’m also involved with some interesting projects with friends that I’m helping them on.

It’s been unfortunate that I can’t share this journey with the women I love/loved/crossed paths with. They’ve all left me for various reasons, my fault and theirs equally at times. But I still care about all of them. I still think I’ll meet them at some stage of life somewhere down the line. And we’ll sit at a cafe when we’re older with some live music (in Europe), possiby dance and just have a conversation about life and the stuff we’ve missed just as two souls that crossed paths and connected once. But they decided there was no future with me at that time when I was a reckless teenager and because of my destructive bad side and I respect that. Maybe I didn’t have it in me then to convince them to commit to me but I needed to grow and expand and live my way at that point of time. I’ve changed. Life goes on. I’ve bounced back stronger and smarter as a result. I gave them 100% but it was lacking from their end a bit I feel though. Also alcohol, mistakes and drama did not help. Anyway, *cue heartbreak hotel by Elvis*

Hey you beautiful souls, if you’re reading this, be part of the journey not the destination. That’s the fun of it.

Thats the thing about life isn’t it. It’s funny. It’s never a straight path. It’s a upwards, downwards and sideways curve of a rollercoaster and I’ve learnt to understand that nothing ever will go according to plan but you have to bounce back and react well to it. It’s all in the reaction. You’ve got to pick yourself up and bounce back positively and not give in to downs.

Life throws it’s fast balls, in-swingers and bouncers at you (cricket analogy) but the bounce back and hitting it out of the park soon after taking a body(mind) hit is very important. Bounce back from life’s situations, always stronger and wiser.

On the filpside, imagine if everything went smoothly and well and nothing ever went wrong and you got everything you planned for and wanted. What a bore that would be. Hence, the downs are as important as the ups. Embrace them and #KeepGoing


On that note lets check out the music for the weekend. Sets for Sundays! Boom 🙂

Here is a playlist I made to get you in the mood!

It’s based on a show I ran on twitter called DJ in tweets. Here it is.

And for the come down here is Lou Reed and The Velvet Underground live at the Matrix from 1969

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Take care and have a great weekend and week ahead.

Peace always.

Hey I might just be the next big producer.

Shares of the week – You don’t want to miss this stuff!!

As always Youtube never ceases to amaze me. This week I’ve shared some wonderful stuff that I want to share with everyone who follows my blog as well.

It starts off with this awe-inspiring video that made me say, “Wow!” infinite number of times. It’s a TED Talk by Louie Schwartzberg on the unseen world. It blew my mind in 7.23 minutes. There is so much going on that we have absolutely no clue about. It was a humbling and mind-expanding TED Talk that you have to see. Here it is!

I’ve also been dabbling in the classics this week and stumbled upon this amazing BBC documentary on David Gilmour of Pink Floyd. It covers his life, influences, music and time with Pink Floyd. It’s a must watch that I’ve uploaded on BOMBEATS. I also particularly love how much of a family man Gilmour is and how him and his wife Polly Samson work so well together. I literally admire the guy to bits and hope to be at least 1/10th as good as him at music. Here it is.

Here is the music as always. Starting off with Elvis’ Heartbreak hotel. I love this song ! Its just his voice with minimal music but it makes you move and groove. That’s the beauty of Elvis.

Moving on, it was Ella Fitzgerald’s 100th birthday this 25th April so I put up a video on BOMBEATS of her album with another legend Louis Armstrong. Hear it! It’s perfect for slow dancing with a loved one.

And to end it is a mesmerizing live performance by Pink Floyd from 1970. It’s a live show and a half and I got the audio and uploaded it. Here that is

As always, “I’ll see you on the Dark Side of the Moon”

Take care 🙂