So this time around, I most definitely stuck to my promise (or attempted promise) to write more often. In the same way that one of those ill-fated dramatic character kinda soldiers from a war movie leaves his 'sweetheart' behind and promises to come back.
The last few months have been something like a faulty bike with a kickstart that initially refused to work, and then with brakes that failed, but you're not really complaining about the latter, though you're still trying to get them fixed on the fly.
December, January were reasonably strange months that were listless in the sense that I felt like I was floating in this random bit of jelly, flailing my arms, trying to catch my breath, and push in some particular direction, but nothing really worked. So I decided to flip the equation on its head and do something different. Took myself out of the jelly, and put myself back into the water (which is kind of like home for me, except that I can't hear people nag, and yap and all sorts of strange words that describe a commotion, and so it allows me to think), and decided to swim, to somewhere.
After what seems like this huge, odd, gap, wherein you know what was going on, but its all this vaguely slowly being blacked out piece of time, (something that's more akin to classified information in your stereotypical govt. case file) I picked up my bags and moved. I don't know how I did it, but as to why - I just needed to make the changes. In the only way that I go about doing stuff (which is still relatively unknown to myself), I managed to land myself a job as the Manager of Marketing and Communications at a user-centric design research firm called the Centre For Knowledge Societies (also referred to as an innovation consultancy). Why THEY did it? As the wise Ashaal Dabholkar put it (subtly enough),' Heh, Those guys must be on crack.'
Bombay was like walls around me, and there was no way that I could possibly kick them down and do anything. A dead-end corporate life would've ensued wherein my dedication to my job and how hard I worked would be defined by how late I stayed at office after hours, how much I sucked up to my boss and other such crap (as opposed to really working).
Music, (yeah that thing that I will always have in the true sense of the term)was as always at the mercy of the hands of general Bombay hipster organisers and managers of venues, festivals who believe in the firm philosophy of ' Only if you repeat the same bands over and over again and laude them for a century and a half and make them content with their lack of evolution shall anybody grow', so its all good.
To quote a certain Mr.G.Lee - And when the music stops, there's only the sound of the rain.
For me, the music will not stop. Ever.
I do miss the sea, truly, apart from the bands, and sometimes home, the one thing I really really miss, is the sea and the part of my life that goes with it. The boats, the sailing, the adrenaline, the mad people..all of it.. But someday soon.......... because from what I understand(and I could be mistaken, considering the newspapers have something conflicting to say everyday) the sea isn't really going anywhere.
Life has changed, I live in the land locked capital of India, work as the marketing man for a consulting firm, live in a rented apartment, fend for myself and other things that go with the territory. Oddly enough I got accepted to the University of Cranfield for a MSc. in Air Transport Management(which I've deferred to next year). A couple of other crazy things(yup, they're pretty crazy, and etched into my memory, at least all the sober parts) happened along the way, including this kind of an opinion of me at the place I work http://designpublic.in/blog/where-do-they-think-i-come-from/
I played my first international gig in Singapore with Sonam and TSGP. Great experience, good times, and always a cherished memory. Though I daresay, it's time to bring back the rock. Hellwind, Spook, LHD, will be back pretty soon, old and new material, owning the space and the stage like we do.
I pretty much threw myself at the log-in page of the blogspot site, because I figured I just hadn't been writing. Not healthy at all. So this came out as a 'bits and pieces' vague account of the last few months.
Initially there was just not enough juice or life or anything to make that kickstart work. But when it did, it was all powering through from there, fast, decisive, adventurous, challenging, dynamic, loads of curved balls and more. At this point, there are no brakes, and I'm not complaining. But it would definitely be helpful to have a working pair at hand.
There probably will be something earth-shattering, ground-breaking and life altering ( in the same way that paint dries, grass grows, amoeba evolve.....etc......etc...) sometime in the near future . So next time (in case you exceptionally bright people didn't get it) I hopefully will not force myself to write.
I probably bored you this time around, but if you're still reading, thank you, we aim to please and keep you entertained.
Until next time.
Cheers
Beast
The last few months have been something like a faulty bike with a kickstart that initially refused to work, and then with brakes that failed, but you're not really complaining about the latter, though you're still trying to get them fixed on the fly.
December, January were reasonably strange months that were listless in the sense that I felt like I was floating in this random bit of jelly, flailing my arms, trying to catch my breath, and push in some particular direction, but nothing really worked. So I decided to flip the equation on its head and do something different. Took myself out of the jelly, and put myself back into the water (which is kind of like home for me, except that I can't hear people nag, and yap and all sorts of strange words that describe a commotion, and so it allows me to think), and decided to swim, to somewhere.
After what seems like this huge, odd, gap, wherein you know what was going on, but its all this vaguely slowly being blacked out piece of time, (something that's more akin to classified information in your stereotypical govt. case file) I picked up my bags and moved. I don't know how I did it, but as to why - I just needed to make the changes. In the only way that I go about doing stuff (which is still relatively unknown to myself), I managed to land myself a job as the Manager of Marketing and Communications at a user-centric design research firm called the Centre For Knowledge Societies (also referred to as an innovation consultancy). Why THEY did it? As the wise Ashaal Dabholkar put it (subtly enough),' Heh, Those guys must be on crack.'
Bombay was like walls around me, and there was no way that I could possibly kick them down and do anything. A dead-end corporate life would've ensued wherein my dedication to my job and how hard I worked would be defined by how late I stayed at office after hours, how much I sucked up to my boss and other such crap (as opposed to really working).
Music, (yeah that thing that I will always have in the true sense of the term)was as always at the mercy of the hands of general Bombay hipster organisers and managers of venues, festivals who believe in the firm philosophy of ' Only if you repeat the same bands over and over again and laude them for a century and a half and make them content with their lack of evolution shall anybody grow', so its all good.
To quote a certain Mr.G.Lee - And when the music stops, there's only the sound of the rain.
For me, the music will not stop. Ever.
I do miss the sea, truly, apart from the bands, and sometimes home, the one thing I really really miss, is the sea and the part of my life that goes with it. The boats, the sailing, the adrenaline, the mad people..all of it.. But someday soon.......... because from what I understand(and I could be mistaken, considering the newspapers have something conflicting to say everyday) the sea isn't really going anywhere.
Life has changed, I live in the land locked capital of India, work as the marketing man for a consulting firm, live in a rented apartment, fend for myself and other things that go with the territory. Oddly enough I got accepted to the University of Cranfield for a MSc. in Air Transport Management(which I've deferred to next year). A couple of other crazy things(yup, they're pretty crazy, and etched into my memory, at least all the sober parts) happened along the way, including this kind of an opinion of me at the place I work http://designpublic.in/blog/where-do-they-think-i-come-from/
I played my first international gig in Singapore with Sonam and TSGP. Great experience, good times, and always a cherished memory. Though I daresay, it's time to bring back the rock. Hellwind, Spook, LHD, will be back pretty soon, old and new material, owning the space and the stage like we do.
I pretty much threw myself at the log-in page of the blogspot site, because I figured I just hadn't been writing. Not healthy at all. So this came out as a 'bits and pieces' vague account of the last few months.
Initially there was just not enough juice or life or anything to make that kickstart work. But when it did, it was all powering through from there, fast, decisive, adventurous, challenging, dynamic, loads of curved balls and more. At this point, there are no brakes, and I'm not complaining. But it would definitely be helpful to have a working pair at hand.
There probably will be something earth-shattering, ground-breaking and life altering ( in the same way that paint dries, grass grows, amoeba evolve.....etc......etc...) sometime in the near future . So next time (in case you exceptionally bright people didn't get it) I hopefully will not force myself to write.
I probably bored you this time around, but if you're still reading, thank you, we aim to please and keep you entertained.
Until next time.
Cheers
Beast
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