I do believe in love. In its existence!
I believe in love the same way I believe in jinns and bhoot.They too, exist even though I havent come across them in my 23 years of breathing on this Planet. Both these things are co-related to faith.
Experiencing them, however, is a totally separate issue and I wouldnt be able to comment on it because I havent been (un)fortunate enough to go through it yet! Awaiting the experience, oh yes, I definately am!
Tuesday 23 February 2010
Musical apprehension!
Im currently listening to Piya Dekho Na....from the band Kaavish. I love the timbre of Jaffer Zaidi's voice and the genre that they flex their musical muscles in, is my mainstream 'type'. Previously, I was hooked on their 'Tere Pyar Mein'.They have recently released their long awaited album called 'Gunkali' which is the name of some raag. Their debut single 'Bachpan' has been quite a hit among their avid fans but I havent given it a shot yet.
I dont know why, but I'm very apprehensive when it comes to listening to new music, may it be different genres, bands or songs. Im very careful before announcing my loyalties to creative people. And even after I 'like' someone, it is divided on two levels: a) the kind of person they are, and, b) their work. I dont make judgements in conflict of the above mentioned two criteria. Im very unprejudiced as far as that is concerned.
Plus, have you ever come across people who study for their exams or write up their thesis glued in to their music or while listening to the radio? you might even be one of them. I, however, cannot multitask in that manner. I can't even concentrate
on driving while a radio is blaring next to me with my current favorite score. I get irritated by my limitation at times, but this is just the way I function.
Even while writing this blog, which is not equivalent to stating any formulas on metaphysics, I had to pause the 'Uff teri ada' from the new movie of Farhan Akhtar, which is due to be released this Friday, 'Karthik Calling Karthik'.
I dont know why, but I'm very apprehensive when it comes to listening to new music, may it be different genres, bands or songs. Im very careful before announcing my loyalties to creative people. And even after I 'like' someone, it is divided on two levels: a) the kind of person they are, and, b) their work. I dont make judgements in conflict of the above mentioned two criteria. Im very unprejudiced as far as that is concerned.
Plus, have you ever come across people who study for their exams or write up their thesis glued in to their music or while listening to the radio? you might even be one of them. I, however, cannot multitask in that manner. I can't even concentrate
on driving while a radio is blaring next to me with my current favorite score. I get irritated by my limitation at times, but this is just the way I function.
Even while writing this blog, which is not equivalent to stating any formulas on metaphysics, I had to pause the 'Uff teri ada' from the new movie of Farhan Akhtar, which is due to be released this Friday, 'Karthik Calling Karthik'.
3rd time lucky!
This is the third time Im embarking on the journey full of pit-holes, called blogging. I hope this time it avoids the inevitable result of deletion.
You guys must be wondering why do I keep deleting posts if I want to blog in the first place. There is one simple reason for that: I cant withold privacy when I write. Writing is personal detoxification and it flows at its own pace. I cant decide, propel, accelerate or push it out in a certain, planned way. Thus, when it meanders across unwarranted eyes, it creates hooplas of burnt egos and flaggeration of authority which has resulted in much more than just blog deletions on my part.
However, the inconsistent topography of blog-related-fate has not diminshed the 'burning dia' in me of my desire to outpour, yet. Hence, I continue to indulge...
This blog is not about summers or how hot-blooded I am.....its just a random word which from now onwards would be a common adjective to be found dropping from my lips very often. After two years of English summers, Lahori spring does that to you, no doubt! More so if you have oily skin! Aaaahhh, the blissfulness of oily skin deserves a separate post but I think that'll have to wait another couple of months so that I can be extremely passionate about it when I write about it and can divulge the finer aspects of it in greater details.
Coming back from London, I tried to arm myself with every possible tool of combating oily skin. From blotting sheets to tea tree oil and setting powder and acid to soak up the sebum, I still cower with the fact that I'd have to make a trip to the b'room every 5 minutes just to make sure I dont look tempting enough for Barack's army to invade for oil reserves.
You guys must be wondering why do I keep deleting posts if I want to blog in the first place. There is one simple reason for that: I cant withold privacy when I write. Writing is personal detoxification and it flows at its own pace. I cant decide, propel, accelerate or push it out in a certain, planned way. Thus, when it meanders across unwarranted eyes, it creates hooplas of burnt egos and flaggeration of authority which has resulted in much more than just blog deletions on my part.
However, the inconsistent topography of blog-related-fate has not diminshed the 'burning dia' in me of my desire to outpour, yet. Hence, I continue to indulge...
This blog is not about summers or how hot-blooded I am.....its just a random word which from now onwards would be a common adjective to be found dropping from my lips very often. After two years of English summers, Lahori spring does that to you, no doubt! More so if you have oily skin! Aaaahhh, the blissfulness of oily skin deserves a separate post but I think that'll have to wait another couple of months so that I can be extremely passionate about it when I write about it and can divulge the finer aspects of it in greater details.
Coming back from London, I tried to arm myself with every possible tool of combating oily skin. From blotting sheets to tea tree oil and setting powder and acid to soak up the sebum, I still cower with the fact that I'd have to make a trip to the b'room every 5 minutes just to make sure I dont look tempting enough for Barack's army to invade for oil reserves.
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