The Indian Music Scene

People say that there is a dearth of bands in the Indian Music scene and that is why we don't get as much recognition as we should.
But I beg to differ. There are bands cropping up everywhere, every hour. The only difference is that most of these bands are shitty. Like absolutely shit. Like scum.
And then there's this whole band-hopping phenomenon. Every few months, you see someone having moved on from one band to another. How does that even work? Don't you build a rapport and develop a style with your band? What happens to that? Maybe that's why the music is so shitty.
I tell people that I kind of know the Indian Music scene but I'm not into it and they get offended because they think that's racist and very pop culture. But hell no. You give me good music, I'm going to love it, no matter where it comes from.
That's all. Bye.
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Embrace change

If there's one major thing I've learnt in life, it's to embrace change. Not moving on because you're scared of change and the aftermath of your choice is the stupidest thing to do. The past is the past for a reason, and letting go can be so liberating. And if you don't let go, your loss, cause in the end, you're only going to be fucking yourself over.
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Balakalakaar :)

The past 3 months have been a rollercoaster ride. I haven't loved a group of people so much in a long long time. The things we did and the way we chilled have been so much fun.
I'm having severe withdrawal symptoms now. I wish we could go back to Samabhavana with the OC and Jasmir Sir and I wish we could conduct more workshops and impact more lives.
I love you, Tash, Khosla, Donovan, Mehul, Romal, Bessie, Anupama, Seerat, Ozzy, Ponka, Sid and Keenan. You guys are the best. And I love the other OC members too. I'm not too sure you guys will see this but thank you for giving me some of the best memories of my life. These 3 months have defined my life in my AIESEC career.
:)
#BKKisAwesome

An ode to molesting and rape

Dear Dadar Station,

You and I have a strange relation
Where I struggle to get off on you
And you rape me and molest me
And I have to stand there and take it like a man (not literally)

There is no way I can take
Your oppressive presence off me,
As screaming, sweaty, smelly women
And lecherous, creepy, ugly men
Squash me so that I can't breathe anymore.

Dadar station, I don't like this,
And this isn't consensual,
So you might want to stop soon.

P.S.: You're slightly forgiven for giving me popcorn.
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And to think that I would actually end up filling the EB application. I've started and there's no turning back now. I'm going to apply even if I don't get through. At least I would have tried. And it's something worth staying up the entire night. Going to go back to filling my application. Okay bye.

Food for thought?

Today I saw a McDonald's hoarding that had a Chicken McGrill on it. And while it looked quite appetising at the first glance (photoshop!!)! I looked closely and realised that the slices of tomato in the burger had droplets of water on it (photoshop?) How is that appetising? Contrary to popular belief, freshness isn't always about there being droplets of water on the fruit or vegetable. Especially when it's inside your food. Why would you want wet tomato in your burger?
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We need some fixing.

The heart and the mind work in a weird manner, in tandem with each other.
When you like someone, and you try to get over them, your heart decides to have a mind of it's own and resist all attempts made by that little voice of reason. Your heart has these irrational hopes and expectations that just because you like someone, the person will like you back (despite the fact that there are no signs of this perceived reciprocation of "like"). And the heart is always stronger than the mind in matters such as these. So then your heart decides to do something extremely stupid and proclaim your undying love for the object of your affection despite your mind telling you to shut the fuck up and not ruin whatever is there between the two of you.
So there you are, writing odes and confessions of eternal love to the person you have a silly crush on and halfway through this proclamation, BAM, you realise what a fucked up idea this was. Your heart decides to have palpitations and little panic attacks and starts flipping around uncontrollably, and leaves matters in your mind's hands. So your mind is stuck trying to figure the situation out and resolve it. Your mind, being stuck in such a fix, decides to crack a joke (which is in fact, really bad, and will be one other reason that you will regret having this conversation with that person, EVER). Then comes that awkward pause where you don't say anything and then assure each other (again, awkwardly) that things won't change between the two of you.
That day of rejection will be spent painfully and shamefully, in mourning and berating oneself (and multitasking) and hoping that your object of affection does fall in love with you eventually, while simultaneously trying to fend off your heart's doucheyness as it tries to defend the "love of your life" and let his image of perfection not be tainted by the fact that he doesn't reciprocate your feelings. At some point in time, your overburdened mind will begin to ignore your heart's drama and decide to sleep anyway, despite the fact that your heart is broken and all that jazz.
However, (dramatic twist in the tale), when you wake up next morning, your mind has hypnotised your heart and suddenly they're working together, telling you that you never really liked him that much and that he was a silly crush, not worth the boohoo. There you are, sitting in silence, while there's a motivation overload in your mind and body and you're finally convinced that you didn't ever really like him that much and that you have now moved on.

How does this happen? Every single time. This supposed logic fails me.
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AIESEC Mumbai' Balakalakaar 2011 - Day 1

So, as almost everyone knows, AIESEC is an international youth organisation in around 110 countries around the world. The main aim of the organisation is to facilitate international exchange and create a social impact on the world around us, with the help of students only.
I was recruited into AIESEC in August 2011 after which I was chosen to be the Organising Committee Vice President for the Workshops that were to be organised during one of our biggest annual events, Balakalakaar. For me, this was a brilliant opportunity and I was absolutely elated.
Since the past few months, I have been working to organise workshops in the fields of Art&Craft, Dance and Theatre for children from various NGOs and BMC schools. And finally these efforts have come to fruition. Today was the first pre-event to kickstart Balakalakaar.
Today's event was an Craft workshop for an NGO called "Can Kids...Kids Can", an NGO for cancer-afflicted children in Wadia Hospital Parel.
When our team of 6 AIESECers and 2 workshop conductors entered the ward, we were silenced. We knew what we were working for, but it never completely struck us that we would be encountering children of such young ages who were afflicted by cancer. There were young children of ages 2 and 3 who were afflicted with leukaemia. But when we interacted with these children, we didn't even realise the difference. They were so energetic, lively and loving that we forgot the fact that we were sitting in a corridor full of people on some jute mats with no fans or food or water. We just sat with them and made tribal people out of newspapers, glue and black paint. Each of these children was so special to us and we formed an inexplicable connection with them. Along with the kids, their guardians and mentors were present too and together we aided the kids to make the tribal figures. Not like they required much help, for, within two hours, we felt artistically handicapped in front of them as they produced brilliant pieces.
It was such a brilliant start to Balakalakaar 2011 and we enjoyed every bit of it. Honestly, I can't wait for the other events to bring smiles to all the children's faces.

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:)

I haven't had such a fun day in a while now. And such an exciting one too. I met Vipin Sharma and got something big for Balakalakaar and AIESEC and that just makes me feel so good.
Then I sang on the roads with Shettu and Farhad and stole Farhad's hat. Found free papers and gave them to a delighted acquaintance.
So yes, it doesn't sound too much fun here. But why take away from the fun of the day by giving every detail?
I had a really good time and that's all :).
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I need to get a life

Today, I broke all nyan cat records imaginable (for me at least).
Yes, I nyaned for 10000 seconds. And I came to a very painfully obvious solution. I need to get a life. Real soon.
I need to go out and have some real fun instead of wasting time.
Above is proof of my lifelessness. You may laugh.

You know what I really don't get? When religious fanatics hate on atheists. Now I'm neither a religious fanatic, nor an atheist. In fact, I believe that there is a supernatural force that governs us and this world. I just choose not to put a name to it, like God or more specifically, Shiva or Jesus or whoever.
How can religious fanatics hate on atheists? Isn't that in itself blasphemous - questioning the intelligence of their God and his creations?
Now suppose there was a God and he was the creator of the universe and all of us. He's either the creator of all our ideologies, thoughts and behaviours too or he has given us free will.
So when an individual is an atheist, his atheism stems as a creation of God or is a product of his free will. Either ways, when you question this atheism, you're questioning your 'God'.
How is it alright for you to accept or reject, love or hate someone in accordance with whether their beliefs are in tandem with yours? It intrigues me, every single time, when people say that you'll be condemned to Hell because you're an atheist or you're gay or haven't preserved your "flower" for your to-be-husband or whatever. What are these religious fanatics even trying to create? A zombie-world full of like-minded people with no originality, individuality or free will?
Sometimes, it seems like these people want to hold on to these "religious beliefs" and make them universal only as a desperate attempt to keep the values and traditions of their culture alive. So many of these rituals related to God just stem from what our ancestors and culture have propagated for years. If you just wanted to believe in God, you would, without trying to grasp onto various rituals and traditions.
If people saw this from a more neutral perspective and stopped shoving their faith, belief and religion down everyone's throat, the world would be a happier place.
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Nyan Cat

God, that thing is annoyingly addictive. I have been on nyan.cat since I don't even know how long. But I cannot stop listening to that goddamn cat nyan-ing.
Also, I seem to be really high on cough syrup. I may be on the brink of cough syrup OD soon.
Okay bye
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Sick

Today I woke up feeling sick and dead. Then I remember the conversation we had on the NLDS group where we tripped on Indore boy with diamonds in his pocket and felt a little better.
Then my day's appointments got cancelled (which is a terrible thing) but I got to laze around so I felt even better.
Then I realised that I got 2 gazillion movies to watch and I felt infinitely better.

And then I discovered a packet of cheese banana chips and I felt like I could die and go to heaven. No regrets.
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Too much, too soon

I have made a conscious decision today. Well it was made in the loo, at 5AM but that just makes it more deep and thoughtful.
In all the relationships I've had before, I've always jumped the gun and said the three words that people don't dare say, and so has the other guy. It never was special. Never was there a series of romantic dates, silly gifts and love notes that led up to the expression of such a strong emotion. And while that might seem a little fairytale-like, I'd rather have that than have a meaningless expression of love. It was the thoughtlessness of this declaration of so-called love that made it so insignificant a matter and so easy to end. So I have decided that if I ever get into another relationship, I'm going to wait to say it. I want it to be special for him and me. And if he doesn't like that, he can suck it.
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Random fact #204

Sometimes, I have the tendency to write lyrics in my textbook while studying. Especially from the song I'm listening to at that moment. It feels purgatory for some reason. Like a well of emotions in me is let loose with those two lines being penned down.
I just wrote "I've been a victim of a selfish kind of love."
I feel better. It's like I'm getting life lessons from Michael Jackson while I'm studying Developmental Psychology. And oddly enough, it's motivating me.

Oh, Sha La La La La is playing now. So I'm jumpy.

That's all. Bye.
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Rant #1

So everyone is I know is going for NSC and it's really annoying that I can't go for it! I hate exams. Ugh. Why, whyyy can't I go for NSC? So pissing off. I miss silvassa and I miss jiving and I miss the people.
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I think I need a break. From life. From boys. And girls. And all the drama.

Okay, don't get me wrong. I don't have an emotionally distraught life. I just tend to be a drama queen.

But I'd really like a vacation

I tend to blog on and off. And it's annoying because each blog turns out to be a disaster after a while. So I'm not promising anything to myself this time. I'm going to post when I feel like it. And hopefully that will be often. Some of my posts will be stories or poetry written by me and I tend to dislike giving titles to things I write.