On my customary evening drive, I had two thoughts that passed my mind; almost simultaneously. The first one being something about what the music I love does to me. The second thought, predictably, was how I haven’t blogged for this long. I don’t think I’ll be getting into the second thought. Doing that will force me into justifying my indolence and you know what that may mean.
A good song ceases to be a cluster of sounds. Probably a wave or a flame or a pleasant gush of wind or a surreal landscape would be a better way to explain it. A gush of rain or bolt of anger. Calling it a sound would be toning it down a bit too much. Places I’ll never be able to visit, too far in distance or time, are as tangible as they can get. Emotions too dramatic and sensations too blissful are as close as lighting the next cigarette. Some of these songs find me tackling and tangling them on my guitar while the others just know they won’t be touched.
Either ways, there’s a part of me that always craves to dispose everyone around me and slip into a completely self sustained state. To numb and dead to be receptive at any level. That’s another place, much strived for, that looks to distant to be real as of now. At least I know how to sharpen my mirages.
Blue Sunride Said:
on July 29, 2010 at 9:21 am
‘At least I know how to sharpen my mirages.’
Give me more. So long gone and just one? This last line.. that has sharpened my hunger for your posts.
Be back. Soonest.
siddarthayyagari Said:
on July 29, 2010 at 9:28 am
thanks pulli
guilt finally took its toll 
but i seriously hope i keep it going 
rashmi Said:
on July 30, 2010 at 3:04 pm
siddu…write more..i cant seem to get enough
siddarthayyagari Said:
on July 30, 2010 at 3:28 pm
thankee diiii
godspeed to me 