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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