Quest for zest

At ** years of age, it may seem a bit prudent of me to be writing about stuff I may be too young to  understand, for when I look at younger people, most of them are immediately discounted off as being ‘too young’.  What then is the right age to wake up to the surroundings and take your stance on it, sans any dents from all the external agents. In the end, it is pretty simple, you are as young as you want to be, or perhaps, you are as old as you want to be.But isn’t age but a number? It sure is, and it has only stuck because it’s really convenient as a standard.

Patriotism in the age of globalization.

“It was all dark, gloomy and sticky. I was floating around in a desolate place with barely enough room for me to crouch and fit into the small confined place. During my entire stay I was fed using a tube and had to survive – without even a touch of sunlight. When I finally made my way out, I chose to land in the country of my choice.”
Well, this is obviously from a tale which never happened, simply because none of us got to choose where we popped up; and yet we always tend to have this sense of pride hovering around the location of our birth!

There more I think about it, the more it fascinates me; When humans stopped foraging and instead started farming and as a result began settling down instead of wandering- the first thoughts of association based on settlements started to appear. Along with civilization, which has evolved and still continues to evolve exponentially, the notions of patriotism and nationalism have grown too.

The music of growing up.

Change is inevitable, the sooner one realizes that, the sooner he starts to appreciate change.

It has been about two decades since I landed here on earth and growing up is something everyone has to; people relate to a lot of things over the years, and so do I. The things that I thought were eternal? Well… turned out to be otherwise; the only true eternal entity is change, and it can be seen everywhere around us.

Music has been a great part of my life, and I think it helps me understand myself better. However, the term “Music” itself is very broad and does not convey the hidden implications of the journey one goes through when he listens to some good Music.

It all started when I was around 3-4 years, cognition had started to kick in and I started to wonder as to why listening to some particular songs put me to sleep, while others didn’t. I remember vividly asking my granny and mom about the same, and none of them had any answers.
And, thus began a long journey into a realm, which to date, never ceases to amaze me; music!