It's been about 2.5 years since I've written and posted anything in this space, though I still kept it going because I probably felt that I would get back to it someday; like a lot of other things, maybe I was right.
2.5 years, a change of cities, industries, perspective on life, personality(maybe), but a lot of changes all the same.
Interestingly enough, my last post had me yearning to get back onto a boat and race: The last 1.5 years have been full of absolutely that.
I moved to Pune from Delhi, got myself a car (Skoda Rapid christened Badmotorfinger), got back in touch with an old friend (sailing buddy, some time partner in crime of mine), and asked if I could sail with him. That stuck, and along with the crazy denizens of what became forged as Team Elmo (that went beyond just a rotating roster of people trying to make a boat go fast), I'm now back to doing what I love and apparently, half-decent at.
My love affair with a spinnaker continues week after week as we get out there and race; and week on week, just the same, there's always a new experience to write about, something new to think about, and something supremely exciting to keep me going till the next one.
Not much music happening, except the odd gig here and there, but I guess the boats and my absolutely brilliant team (read as: crazy, fabulous, yet mentally unstable people) keep me going and ploughing ahead.
I guess this little post is just to start writing again, this digital journal of sorts, maybe even start writing music again (being uninspired is horrible, especially when you haven't penned a new lyric in over 6 months despite plenty going on around you).
Inspiration is a splendid thing, because when you're living jaded and feeling a little washed up, and this little bit of inspiration creeps in and you start out doing small things again, and you let it grow, bit by bit, there's no telling what could come out of it.
It's in you now; how you choose to let it run wild, run free, and nurture it and let it grow, while growing along with it, is upto you.
know why?
'cause pain heals, chicks dig scars, glory.....lasts forever.
The Beast.
P.S. - The sarcasm, the wit, the absolutely bizarre references and jokes that make you cringe will be back. Of this, I am certain.
2.5 years, a change of cities, industries, perspective on life, personality(maybe), but a lot of changes all the same.
Interestingly enough, my last post had me yearning to get back onto a boat and race: The last 1.5 years have been full of absolutely that.
I moved to Pune from Delhi, got myself a car (Skoda Rapid christened Badmotorfinger), got back in touch with an old friend (sailing buddy, some time partner in crime of mine), and asked if I could sail with him. That stuck, and along with the crazy denizens of what became forged as Team Elmo (that went beyond just a rotating roster of people trying to make a boat go fast), I'm now back to doing what I love and apparently, half-decent at.
My love affair with a spinnaker continues week after week as we get out there and race; and week on week, just the same, there's always a new experience to write about, something new to think about, and something supremely exciting to keep me going till the next one.
Not much music happening, except the odd gig here and there, but I guess the boats and my absolutely brilliant team (read as: crazy, fabulous, yet mentally unstable people) keep me going and ploughing ahead.
I guess this little post is just to start writing again, this digital journal of sorts, maybe even start writing music again (being uninspired is horrible, especially when you haven't penned a new lyric in over 6 months despite plenty going on around you).
Inspiration is a splendid thing, because when you're living jaded and feeling a little washed up, and this little bit of inspiration creeps in and you start out doing small things again, and you let it grow, bit by bit, there's no telling what could come out of it.
It's in you now; how you choose to let it run wild, run free, and nurture it and let it grow, while growing along with it, is upto you.
know why?
'cause pain heals, chicks dig scars, glory.....lasts forever.
The Beast.
P.S. - The sarcasm, the wit, the absolutely bizarre references and jokes that make you cringe will be back. Of this, I am certain.
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