My love for music has finally translated into a blog. I know I already have two other blogs already, but still we hear so much of amazing lyrics, I thought I should have a blog of music I like. So here it is
“Song on my mind”
it may not be updated very often, but then anytime a song strikes me its gonna go in there.
Last week, Wednesday, I decided to work from home, well thats not a big deal I know, but it had been quite some time, where I have stayed alone at home. Not that I need people when I am at home, but it felt strange. Coming from a person, who has stayed home all his childhood, after school with both parents working, from a person who used to hate going out during college and prefer staying home watching TV or studying, this did surprise a lot. What has work life done to me, Can I not stay home one day with no one else, TV had never been so boring to me. What changed?
I remember writing, how bad I am with goodbyes, “Goodbye, wish I could do it“. Well not much has changed, I still continue to hate goodbyes. I thought we hardly meet nowadays, and its not like friendships are permanent, and there are so many others, and also millions of other new possibilities, friends really do not matter so much, and it must be easy. Well all said, still I hate goodbyes. Just wondering, how people in real relations must feel when they have to say goodbyes. Oh yes, this was all about the small send off I had to do, for a dear friend this week.
I had been to the local RTO to get my learners license/permit for LMV [car :)]. It was a Wednesday, mid week, working day, I saw a long queue of people standing, for the first time I felt old, most of the people there seem to be from college. I stood there silently, cursing in mind people who were trying to break the queue, I hate it when it happens. Suddenly I noticed the old guy who was the local official who was supposed to be minding the queue, shouting at a group of women, well he was just talking, but unless a person knows the local language, anybody would have thought he is scolding them. People can be really rude when they speak. Anyways, the women were all middle aged, with couple of them very young and modern, They were at the back of the queue, and there were at least 100 people in front of them. This guy talks to them, and tells them to break the queue and go to the front. Well all this because they are women. May be he would have not done this if there was an old lady waiting, or may be he was really generous for women. This is what irks me, I do not think showing sympathy is the way to achieve equality. In a way I thought it was discriminating against both genders. Do we really think women can’t wait for their turn?, or do women really need such privileges.
This week has been a real bad one, no I did not suffer huge financial losses, nor did I have a fight with some one. It was just, pure restlessness. I had no clue what was making me anxious, or what I wanted. I was kind of bored, a little lazy, a little jobless, a little of everything bad I could think of. I just hope the next week will be much better.
I have always been early to catch movies I want to see, but off late I am kind of late in watching movies. Two of the movies, whose music I loved a lot were Saawariya, and Salaam E ishq, both box office disasters. I kind of missed them, when they were running in the theaters. The later one is already on TV, and I missed that too. Both the films have been really criticized as bad movies, by critics and people. Anyways my want to watch a movie has never depended on that. So this weekend I decided to watch Salaam E Ishq, I had bought the DVD last time when I was in a video store. I started watching the movie, it was really really bad, I didn’t like it at all, but music was just awesome. The worst part of the movie was it is 3hr 45 minutes in running length, its looooong. But some really good songs.
I am not sure if people have noticed, but rambler now has a avatar, and as always late to jump into the bandwagon. I always wanted to find a face to rambler, and I was browsing through deviant art, and came across this picture, rambler has always tried to find his identity, and has found that in so many different ways, I guess the best way to show that would be through this picture. Every finger of the palm is a different person, a different identity. It also stands for the fact that, our identity is in our own hands. So finally here it is, a face to the “Rambler”.
Speaking about identity, this week I was stuck with the old question again, who do we blog for. I know all of us have written about it many times, and I myself have some posts which talks about why I blog. When somethings happen to me, say my day to day life instances, people talking to me, me talking to people, why do I need to blog that. When I started the blog, I wanted this to be my online dairy, a talking one, where I wanted real people to respond to the situation, give me suggestion. So how far have I achieved this?, I guess one thing blog has done is that, it has made me more open, I have started sharing things which I wouldn’t have ever dared. I guess I am blogging more and more for myself now. In a way it is good. I might not be getting many suggestions, or may be not many readers as well, but its helping me to articulate a lot of stuff that happens in life, more importantly relive, retrospect my thoughts and actions.
Talking about sharing, recently I had a post “Old habits die hard!” about my old habits, its more or less was a set of confessions, which I may not dare to make in person to someone. So has blog world turned into a confession box?. I read an article today in the national daily, which talks how more and more common people are resorting to confession. So have I knowingly fallen into the same bracket?. Is blogging glamorizing confessions in any way?, or is it more of an yellow bloggarisms on the lines of yellow journalism?, to get more readers. You know, when I wrote that post, I wanted to get things of my chest, which kind of remains your secret. Most of them are not that big a crime, but then why confessions now?, why in the blog world. I didn’t find any answer.