The one and only "Kashor"

 Eureka!!Eureka!! I have finally, finally discovered that I can play at least ONE musical instrument. What if it is a simple rounded black metallic plate? What even if we have utter confusion distinguishing it between percussion, string or wind? What even if it does not require great musical character to play the primitive device?

But it creates music after all. Rather the accompanying music during deity worship in India along with the blaring drum beats. Highly neglected and not even finds a reference in Oxford, its none other than our very own “Kashor”.

The key to playing it – Wield the stick and hit the metal in some form of rhythm. Don’t worry even if it is out of rhythm as people would hardly take notice :)

Etched in memory

I was returning to Pune after a long enjoyable vacation in Kolkata. There was this security officer who was frisking me at the Kolkata airport. Unlike the tradition he asked me how my Puja vacation was. Amazed I too inquired about his past few days. He answered – “Hamara kya, baas aapke seva main hain”. Translated into English – “What of us, we are here for your service”. I managed only a foolish grin as an acknowledgement.

HORN OK PLEASE

“Horn OK Please” – The quintessential Indian Traffic quote. 

This might actually make the calm westerners shudder with horror. Whoa! They don’t realize traffic in India is not driven by the steering wheel but by the sounds and an animal like instinct.

My quotes

Talent is a flimsy excuse used by lethargic people, it is but dogged determination that divides the greats from the rest.

Achievements that can not be accomplished by pure brilliance can be by unhindered dedication!!

Drops of rain caressing the windshield of the car and gently rolling down, the vast emptiness of the Interstate staring at you, listening to "Rocky Mountain High" and the occasional sip of the Starbucks Mocha, speeding to nowhere – That's me, a dreamer at core.

I can never compromise my dreams, however foolish and stupid people may point it out to be!!

Everybody lives in fear. The best fears the one behind, the worst fears failure and the average fear both of them….  

 

How do you get out of the web of mediocrity?

The Roller Coaster

If life wasn't a roller coaster

It would be as dull as a poster

And it could be boring

As if nothing really rolling

For where is the thrill?

Or where do you have the feel?

That is all conquering

With you at the peak dangling

There will be moments

That one laments

But where is the fun

Without the twists and turn

No matter you are fat or tall

Spectacular will be the fall.

But then you should think

You are bound to rise from the brink

The collection of dreams

I am not much of a regular blogger or do not really find it interesting to tweet….But then what best option do I have when it comes to random collection of thoughts split across different moments of time…and then use them to create one huge collage…the collage of dreams…