Thursday, April 19, 2012

Travelling and Dreams


So I've been bitten by the travel bug recently. I've always liked travelling - be it as a trip with friends to a nearby city, or a more adventurous trek, or just going from one place to another (like travelling home). I guess I like the act of just going...moving. I don't know. And the endless opportunities it presents. Whenever I travel on my own, I observe the things around me. Especially people. I believe that every person has their own story to tell. And I love it when they share it with me. Like this one time, when I was going back to college at the beginning of the semester, I met this guy in train who was also studying engineering (in a different college) but liked directing and also dreamt of owning his own company. We got to talking, and I told him about this story I was writing (dumped and trashed now) which I had hoped would be turned into a series. And we decided that once I'm done writing and editing and designing the characters, he'd direct the animated series that was to result!


There were many instances like this where I'd see interesting people around me. And I want to meet more. Go all over the world. Give a shout-out on the behalf of all that requires it - recognition, call for help, whatever - do my bit. Discover exciting places and communities. Portray them through my eyes. Figure things out for myself. And this is not all. Travelling in itself presents endless opportunities to those who look for them. And  it's a lot of fun!

Monday, February 6, 2012

Love. Life.

I'm sure most of you have experienced times when you didn't feel anything, or rather thought you couldn't feel anything. I sometimes wondered if I was simply a mechanical robotic being or extremely self-indulgent that I don't know how to feel for others anymore. Am I becoming psychotic? Senseless? Emotionless? Drifting away from humans?

But things happen. Suddenly, without any kind of expectation anticipation or warning of it happening. Things like:
a) When you see your "best friend", about who you complained and bitched to your mom, after around 2 years, and you feel something. Inside. Something warm and fuzzy. And Absolutely Wonderful. Something that makes you sprint in the railway station as soon as you set your eyes on her, not caring about anything else in the world except to go to her as fast as possible so that you can crack jokes, giggle, weave dreams and have fun just like you've always done for 11 years before she moved out of town. That's Love hitting you like alcohol or other substances, in its purest form.


b) When you find yourself staying up all night to take care of a stray-pet-kitten or pup exactly like a new mom takes care of her baby. No, I'm not kidding. You get up every time it moves or simply shuffles, put it to sleep after a while, adjust its blanket/cloth 'cause it peed, and comfort it at the slightest noise it makes. And you don't feel any inconvenience or pain at all. And what more, you marvel later at how you even managed it. That's Love again, fueling you throughout the night just so you can take care of something that you so adore.


c) When you experience sudden impulses at the sight of certain people, or the tune of certain songs, or certain smells - impulses to just talk to a person, or hold them close or simply just immerse yourself in those happy memories associated with that sight/sound/smell. You can't explain what got over you suddenly, you find yourself dialing that number in the middle of the night, probably your mom who you hung up on that evening because you were busy; or your childhood friend who you haven't spoken to in months, 'cause you just wanted to talk anything and everything. That's Love too, making sure the connection's still there.


d) When you go ahead and do something completely random and insane, putting yourself out there, like confessing to someone (your feelings or a crime :P), or trying out at theater (when all you've done are play small skits with your cousins), or just getting out there and dancing to your heart's rhythm, 'cause you know that nothing else matters other than you and your life. Your loved ones? Of course they'll be there. That's Love, Love for yourself, and Love for Life itself, making itself known, though you sometimes don't realize it.


So you see, it's instances like these that make you realize that you are Alive. You feel Life. There are many more such incidents, some that make you realize when you Love another being, or person, but those are too many. And no, I'm not talking about little crushes you have, or feelings born due to raging hormones, pop culture etc. But even those give little kicks that do make you feel Alive. It's instances such as these that reassure you that you are not turning into a robot, machine or a zombie. Cherish them. Increase them. Instance (d) is completely in your hands - break free and Do things that make you feel alive, that make you feel like you've achieved something, conquer something. Live.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Shit Happens

1. Wet Seats
2.
Mad old man
3. Two butt-openings
4. Snatching monkeys
5. Oppressing heat
6. Stale apples
7. Bad food
8. Bad drinks
9. Bag kicker
10. Wet jeans
11. Chocolaty Mess
12. Sweaty sizzling heat

Yes, shit happens. But the silver lining is the awesome day spent!

Friday, January 14, 2011

Pachelbel Canon in D

Guess what I got excited by recently—classical music. Actually, fusion of classical with rock to be precise. Pachelbel’s Canon is my most favourite classical piece now.

The first time I ever heard this piece was when my musician friend, who lives next to me now, played it on her synth. She played it in piano mode. I fell in love. I asked her to play it a million times after that and even learnt a part of it. Then I got distracted and forgot about Pachelbel Canon for a while. Recently, I watched an anime about classical music, Nodame Cantabile and got hooked. Inspired by the melodious symphonies and concertos, I opened my Mozart folder (which I’d downloaded a long time ago) to listen to something sweet and tingling. There, I found Pachelbel Canon again. But I had only the 3-violins version of it. So I proceeded to download a piano version if available. And I did not find the piano version, instead I found something more awesome. It was called “Canon Rock” and it was a rock version. Of course, there were lots of versions in guitar as well, in differing tempos. I listened to all of them, the “Canon Rock” in the end. And there. It blew me away.

It started with an orchestra-kind of music, and then entered electric guitar playing at the same pace. Slowly the pace picked up filling up my heart with some kind of excitement, while the drums and other instruments joined in. The tune sounded so awesome that it actually gave me goosebumps, it pulled me in completely, it put a smile on my face and filled me with joy and some kind of hope. As the tune went on, my heart-beat also quickened its pace. Wow..so damn good. I am already a crazy fan of the guitar, and put it together with an awesome tune. It froze me.

Then I decide to dig in a little further and googled and wiki-ed it. The origins of this piece are unknown, though it is speculated that Johann Pachelbel composed it for J.S.Bach’s oldest brother’s wedding (who was also Pachelbel’s pupil) in the late 1600s. The rock version was composed by a Taiwanese musician and composer, Jerry Chang (JerryC) much later.

I’m still dazed by it. It still gives me goose bumps whenever I listen to it. I guess I’ll take time to recover. But I decided something when I heard it : before I can do anything on my guitar, before I practice any chords or anything, I’m going to learn this piece first. Oh well! I also realise something else, if the Canon in D wasn’t Mozart’s, what is it doing in my Mozart folder? Oh well! Guess I’ll just let it be. Time to listen to one more time!

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Night

This one was drawn 2 days before ConSys (Control Systems) Compree:


Tadaa!

Well, actually I drew 3 sketches, but the other two are just replications of other pictures, so I spared them.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

It might seem naive, but it's not.

I was watching this anime sometime ago in which everything just turns out great, of course after some effort. It got me thinking. In cartoons, anime, stories, plays... anything that man created/creates, there’s always a “happily ever after” in the end (except a few tragedies, but then they depict something great too). And how they get there is plain and interesting. Especially cartoons. Even though it is for pure entertainment for kids, every little story does have something to offer. They teach morals and values to the little kids, about karma – how every good you do pays off in the future. The values always held in the highest regard throughout history (picked up from the anime Digimon): Courage, Friendship, Love, Knowledge, Reliability, Purity, Hope and Light; the values that tell Honesty is the best policy; the values that tell Sacrificing is not so bad and in fact if it’s to make someone happy, how it pays off in the form of new friend(s) or just pure satisfaction; the values that tell being united, you can overcome anything; and the values that tell putting your family and friends above everything else is one of the noblest things in the world. There are a million forms in which the different lessons of life are taught. Some of them simply put it across directly by showing how the deed (courageously facing something or sacrificing something, for example) leads to good over evil. But it’s not so easy in the rest.

No person is born cynic or pessimist. They turn into one because of the people they are influenced by, or the experiences they undergo. But if the lessons taught by these little stories are ingrained and is still intact in their hearts, I don’t see why the world can be a better place. For kids, the world is black and white. There is good, and there is bad. There is positive (things that cause happiness and satisfaction) and negative (stuff that hurts others). Everything is binary. When we were little, there weren’t any politics or manipulative bitches. You don’t like someone, you spit on their face. You like someone, you talked to them, gave them gifts. Whatever you felt, you showed it. And there weren’t any complications. How simple life would have been if the same dynamics were applied among adults! Transparency and honesty –everything laid out in the open, all conflicts resolved, no misunderstandings. So why do grey areas emerge? I’m sure even the most complicated of issues can be broken into 1’s and 0’s at the most basic level. Well, I don’t understand why nobody sees it. And if they do, why nobody practices it and applies it. Wouldn’t the world become a much better place than it is now? I think people turn sceptical and cynical because things always just kept failing, not reaching their expectations and so they lose faith. But when this happens, a little hope and optimism with love and compassion and of course, effort might just turn things round. But this is just my simple mind trying to reason things, and find a solution, so I cannot say for sure.

I do not want to give up. I want to believe that people will stop fighting each other. I want to believe that people believe in what they say, and keep their promises. But I guess the cynics I met in the last few years have done their jobs well, because when I think of the world now, the big bad world with over 6 billion people in which maybe around 60% of them have either lost hope, or will have been crushed by truants, or are plain depressed; I know the world cannot turn into Utopia. But my basics are deep, intact in my heart. There is a small spotless patch on my heart, somewhere in midst of all the “realistic” dirt and grime of scepticism and cynicism, shining with the brightest light which is now filling me up as I write this – and it’s giving me a magic talisman: believe in yourself, and don’t stop believing in the people around you, and everything will be all right. Yes, I now know, everything is going to be just fine because I believe in it. And everyone’s life can be a story with a “happily ever after” only if they truly believe it.

Friday, August 27, 2010

Random

Dark night. A huge building. A puddle just at the doorstep. Jet black puddle. Jet black from the asphalt and concrete below it, and the thick dark night above. And a dark reflection of the fair magnificent building. Almost as if it's the reflection of the building in the world of Hades. Darker and more mysterious.

It was a clear reflection of the building in the puddle, as if a darker version of it actually exists. It was a silent calm calm night. In all this clarity, watching this amazing picture in front of me, I sit on the cement platform thinking - it's all screwed! The worst thing that could ever happen has happened. It's all screwed! I wanted someone to reprimand, and console at the same time; I wanted to cry and quit, and stay strong ensuring no more mishaps, at the same time. I sat there in the calm cool night by the still black puddle, going through the chaos and confusion a couple of hours ago in my head.

As my head filled with chaos, the sky probably grew darker, and the atmosphere thicker. I hadn't noticed. A sudden disturbance in the puddle brought me back to present. More ripples followed in different places. It had started to rain.

Now the darker version of the building was nowhere to be seen. It turned hazy as the droplets tried to conquer it, one small patch at a time. Slowly, the rain started to go easy on the Hades' building. The dark one fought back hard, it stayed on, if not in the past magnificence and glory. Suddenly, I hear my name being called. "Where are you? Come on in...What are you doing there?...." Guess that's the end of my solitude. Too bad, I have to leave the calm cool solitary darkness of the night to the warmth and light of the room and people inside.

Lonewolf.