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.