One can listen to music in many different ways. There is passive listening, where music is a whirl of pleasent background noise while you are doing something else which may be studying or playing FIFA. And the other is very active, involved listening which often happens when you are discovering a band for the first time. Of course, if you are doing other tasks while listening, the level of involvement in what is being played may be very different. I sometimes have no clue what I'm listening to and sometimes I am singing along in my head.
But a weird thing I do ever since I saw my first live gig at Strawberry Fields 2008 is imagine I'm playing the song on stage. I could be a guitarist or bassist, I'm mostly a vocalist who plays guitar or bass and I'm playing the said song to the crowd at SF. This is not occassionally, I do this a lot, especially if it's some contemporary or indie alternative band I've recently started listening to, or even metal. If it's classic rock, I'm covering that song, if it's new I am performing this on stage. Especially when I hear some amazing new band, I wish it was an Indian band who wrote that song so I could see them live or even better I would be songwriter-frontman of this band who would be the toast of SF!
Unfortunately I know there is some kind of music which Indian rock audiences wouldn't really like, like indie pop or dance-punk with minimal guitar solos which kind of kept spoiling the music for me so I had to will myself to enjoy the music without imagining myself playing it.
Wednesday, September 01, 2010
Thursday, May 06, 2010
Why I can't blog.
Writing requires infinitely more patience than anything else I do. When I'm sitting on my computer I'm either playing FIFA, or wasting a lot of time on Wikipedia or something equally inane. The amount of involvement in doing something like that is really passive, all you're doing is reading, without thinking. The computer is an addiction that has prevented me from doing anything useful at law school. I don't study because most of my day is spent on my laptop. I have wasted countless days, when despite the fact that I'm sleepy, I sit on the laptop after lunch, get up for dinner and then finally turn it off at 3 am when I have a splitting headache and barely get up for class. And I do this almost every day.
Without this addicting machine, I would probably be a different person in college, I would study more and atleast look at what's going on in class. I would read a lot more, I'm actually giving up reading some awesome fiction because of this addiction. All these wikipedia marathons have given me is that I'm better at law school quizzing, because now I know more of these pop culture references which had no idea about when I came here. I can't blog because instead of mustering the effort of typing something, I go into an endless drone of randomness on the internet. Of course, whatever I've ever tried to write has seemed so self conscious and amateur I don't want to write anything.
Without this addicting machine, I would probably be a different person in college, I would study more and atleast look at what's going on in class. I would read a lot more, I'm actually giving up reading some awesome fiction because of this addiction. All these wikipedia marathons have given me is that I'm better at law school quizzing, because now I know more of these pop culture references which had no idea about when I came here. I can't blog because instead of mustering the effort of typing something, I go into an endless drone of randomness on the internet. Of course, whatever I've ever tried to write has seemed so self conscious and amateur I don't want to write anything.
Wednesday, September 02, 2009
Trip to Vellore
Before coming back home early because of Swine Flu, I decided to go to Vellore and visit two of my best friends from school, both of them studying in VIT ( Vellore Institute of Technology).
A long weekend ie. a two day holiday coupled with project submission just two days before the holidays presented itself with a perfect opportunity. I talked to my friends and apparently if I reached after 9 30 pm they couldn’t get me inside their hostel so I decided to either leave early on Friday so as to reach before 9 30 or Saturday morning.
With no bus leaving before 4 30 and Vellore being approx 4 and a half hrs away, I had to chuck the option of a bus and went looking for trains. Again a train at 2 30 or otherwise too late. With classes ending at 1 30 and possible attendance problems, I decided Saturday was the day. However, Lizzie was ill and the VC took a class and let us off and I found myself free at 12 20. I made haste to catch the 2 30 train and grabbed some clothes and ran to get an auto. I was there at 1 30 and went to the counter to get a ticket. “No Seat free, all reserved”, replied the old man at the counter .
Wondering whether to go without seats again( Recent Train journey did the same thing), after all I could stand for some 3 and a half hrs and the weather would be awesome( unlike my recent train journey which was also the most terrible train journey in my life).
But then he said, “ I can get you a ticket , give Rs. 100 to the TT and you’ll get a seat”. That old man also circumvented the line, got me a ticket from the back of the office ( I paid him extra for that) and I had a seat in a full train by paying some Rs. 200 extra. And then I realized money talks everywhere, and though I bribed somebody I felt incredibly street smart rather than guilty.
The train journey after that to Katpadi Jn.( Vellore’s station) was awesome. The weather was brilliant and it was raining softly and I could feel he spray on my face. Most of the time I read war and peace( which is pretty good actually), and when i looked outside I saw some weird rocky hills, they were hills as large as the Shivalik hills in Uttarakhand made entirely of rock with no vegetation on them. The people around me were mostly talking in a language( I’m assuming Kannada or Tamil) I couldn’t understand. I ate some nice Mirchi Vadas and soon I reached there without incident ( apart from the odd encounter with eunuchs). Met my friend at the station, and soon I was there.
VIT is well.... huge! It has some 15,000 people. The hostel I was living in had seven floors and around a thousand people. And there are some 10 boys hostels like that, or more. And only 3 girls hostels, yes engineering is sad that way. Of course, I wasn’t allowed there and was technically staying there illegally, but it’s pretty difficult to get caught, because there were so many people. It’s easy to blend within the crowd. In fact, when my friends introduced me to some of their friends, they asked me what branch I’m studying, assuming I’m an engineering student at their college. Another interesting thing was the blank looks I got from people on hearing the name NLS. My friend introduced me to them, saying , “ He’s from NLS, Bangalore, the best law college in the country.” And I’d prepare to give them the, “Oh, that’s nothing much” look. However, nobody had heard of NLS, so they weren’t remotely awed, and anyway I was an arts student, the lowest of the low to them. That didn’t mean that they weren’t friendly, however.
The room both my friends occupied was a little, or maybe not so little smaller than my 3 seater room with separate cubicles in my hostel. But there were four people in the room, with two bunk beds, not even a shred of privacy, and I realized having one’s own cubicle, and I was marvelling at how little space each one of them had. Then their rules had me shocked. Hostels closed, ie. locked from outside at 9 30 with guards at the door. At 9:30 the warden will come to take attendance in each room, and that goes for everyone, including seniors.
Apparently, for girls this was 8:30. On a Saturday, they are allowed to be out till 11 30. But for girls, it is 5 pm perm time on a Saturday just because the guys have it off till 11 30. The rules seem slightly perverted to me, as the administration seems to assume that the guys and girls can’t control themselves together if they’re allowed out at night!
During my 2 night stay, I had fun, talked a lot, played a lot of FIFA with them, watched a lot of CS being played. Apparently, gaming is ‘the’ pastime there as the WI FI is payment only, and all these guys do in their free time( they have weekends off) is play. I went out for dinner as one of them was giving a birthday treat, had really sweet butter chicken( South Indian can’t seem to make decent butter chicken) and generally had a great time. But the rest of my meals, I ate in their mess, where again I masqueraded as a VIT student, and nobody gave a damn.
So it was a really fun trip, but made me appreciate law school a lot more. The rules reminded me of how comparatively lenient our rules are, and that SDGM is great( Students should discipline themselves ) . Another thing was, how people in law school, are of the same kind, everybody here( almost) was a debater/ quizzer in school, has similar interests. Many people read(fiction). Here I remembered that maybe I’m doing something I’m good at and how much i hated studying science( which I was horrible at). Another very interesting thing, most of those kids at VIT were from small towns, for example my friends’ roommates were from Patna and Jaipur respectively. People were from Kanpur, Lucknow, Varanasi, Sikar and many other small towns across India. Most people were not really English speaking. In fact they were the kind of people I also knew in Allahabad. When i mentioned this to my roommate, he said, “that is real India, man, the kind of people we have in law school are the elite, English speaking crowd from public school with a few exceptions.” I also realized one thing, that i was actually a little happy to turn away from that real India to the place i was currently in. A place where they preferred to listen to English music as opposed to Hindi, where I wouldn’t be called ‘angrez’ because I spoke English well etc. I’m grounded in reality thanks to studying in Army School and living in that place for a long time but I wouldn’t want to go back. I feel a little guilty for thinking so, but at least now I am a snob and thus law school is perfect for me.
A long weekend ie. a two day holiday coupled with project submission just two days before the holidays presented itself with a perfect opportunity. I talked to my friends and apparently if I reached after 9 30 pm they couldn’t get me inside their hostel so I decided to either leave early on Friday so as to reach before 9 30 or Saturday morning.
With no bus leaving before 4 30 and Vellore being approx 4 and a half hrs away, I had to chuck the option of a bus and went looking for trains. Again a train at 2 30 or otherwise too late. With classes ending at 1 30 and possible attendance problems, I decided Saturday was the day. However, Lizzie was ill and the VC took a class and let us off and I found myself free at 12 20. I made haste to catch the 2 30 train and grabbed some clothes and ran to get an auto. I was there at 1 30 and went to the counter to get a ticket. “No Seat free, all reserved”, replied the old man at the counter .
Wondering whether to go without seats again( Recent Train journey did the same thing), after all I could stand for some 3 and a half hrs and the weather would be awesome( unlike my recent train journey which was also the most terrible train journey in my life).
But then he said, “ I can get you a ticket , give Rs. 100 to the TT and you’ll get a seat”. That old man also circumvented the line, got me a ticket from the back of the office ( I paid him extra for that) and I had a seat in a full train by paying some Rs. 200 extra. And then I realized money talks everywhere, and though I bribed somebody I felt incredibly street smart rather than guilty.
The train journey after that to Katpadi Jn.( Vellore’s station) was awesome. The weather was brilliant and it was raining softly and I could feel he spray on my face. Most of the time I read war and peace( which is pretty good actually), and when i looked outside I saw some weird rocky hills, they were hills as large as the Shivalik hills in Uttarakhand made entirely of rock with no vegetation on them. The people around me were mostly talking in a language( I’m assuming Kannada or Tamil) I couldn’t understand. I ate some nice Mirchi Vadas and soon I reached there without incident ( apart from the odd encounter with eunuchs). Met my friend at the station, and soon I was there.
VIT is well.... huge! It has some 15,000 people. The hostel I was living in had seven floors and around a thousand people. And there are some 10 boys hostels like that, or more. And only 3 girls hostels, yes engineering is sad that way. Of course, I wasn’t allowed there and was technically staying there illegally, but it’s pretty difficult to get caught, because there were so many people. It’s easy to blend within the crowd. In fact, when my friends introduced me to some of their friends, they asked me what branch I’m studying, assuming I’m an engineering student at their college. Another interesting thing was the blank looks I got from people on hearing the name NLS. My friend introduced me to them, saying , “ He’s from NLS, Bangalore, the best law college in the country.” And I’d prepare to give them the, “Oh, that’s nothing much” look. However, nobody had heard of NLS, so they weren’t remotely awed, and anyway I was an arts student, the lowest of the low to them. That didn’t mean that they weren’t friendly, however.
The room both my friends occupied was a little, or maybe not so little smaller than my 3 seater room with separate cubicles in my hostel. But there were four people in the room, with two bunk beds, not even a shred of privacy, and I realized having one’s own cubicle, and I was marvelling at how little space each one of them had. Then their rules had me shocked. Hostels closed, ie. locked from outside at 9 30 with guards at the door. At 9:30 the warden will come to take attendance in each room, and that goes for everyone, including seniors.
Apparently, for girls this was 8:30. On a Saturday, they are allowed to be out till 11 30. But for girls, it is 5 pm perm time on a Saturday just because the guys have it off till 11 30. The rules seem slightly perverted to me, as the administration seems to assume that the guys and girls can’t control themselves together if they’re allowed out at night!
During my 2 night stay, I had fun, talked a lot, played a lot of FIFA with them, watched a lot of CS being played. Apparently, gaming is ‘the’ pastime there as the WI FI is payment only, and all these guys do in their free time( they have weekends off) is play. I went out for dinner as one of them was giving a birthday treat, had really sweet butter chicken( South Indian can’t seem to make decent butter chicken) and generally had a great time. But the rest of my meals, I ate in their mess, where again I masqueraded as a VIT student, and nobody gave a damn.
So it was a really fun trip, but made me appreciate law school a lot more. The rules reminded me of how comparatively lenient our rules are, and that SDGM is great( Students should discipline themselves ) . Another thing was, how people in law school, are of the same kind, everybody here( almost) was a debater/ quizzer in school, has similar interests. Many people read(fiction). Here I remembered that maybe I’m doing something I’m good at and how much i hated studying science( which I was horrible at). Another very interesting thing, most of those kids at VIT were from small towns, for example my friends’ roommates were from Patna and Jaipur respectively. People were from Kanpur, Lucknow, Varanasi, Sikar and many other small towns across India. Most people were not really English speaking. In fact they were the kind of people I also knew in Allahabad. When i mentioned this to my roommate, he said, “that is real India, man, the kind of people we have in law school are the elite, English speaking crowd from public school with a few exceptions.” I also realized one thing, that i was actually a little happy to turn away from that real India to the place i was currently in. A place where they preferred to listen to English music as opposed to Hindi, where I wouldn’t be called ‘angrez’ because I spoke English well etc. I’m grounded in reality thanks to studying in Army School and living in that place for a long time but I wouldn’t want to go back. I feel a little guilty for thinking so, but at least now I am a snob and thus law school is perfect for me.
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