About an Anecdote and Music

I wanted to get lost. It was really as simple as that. I thought about how calm I would stay in situations like these. I would secretly laugh at those idiots who panicked like babies with the sense of not knowing where they are. Until it happened to me.

It was 10 degrees celsius. Pretty warm for April in London, I would say. The sun was out, shining on the wet, glistening tar roads. The British weather and women – dealing with them is like handling explosives. You never know what hits you. The rains and sunshine alternate with the blink of an eye.

Spring in London

‘Walk around the block and come back’, my aunt had said, as I got out of the house and looked at the blossoming tree. I’m glad I didn’t listen to her because I would never have been able to experience what I did. So off I went, for a walk. Admiring the various styles the houses were built in, enjoying the light breeze that played in my hair. Blasting music in my ears. I was pretty obsessed with It’s Time and Chasing Cars that time, and I had them and a couple more songs on repeat as I swiftly left the neighbourhood block to go ahead onto the main road.

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The brief combination of the sun and the rains produced the beautiful product of a thin rainbow in the sky. I felt really good. I had aways dreamed of taking a walk in a foreign country and cold weather with the music of my choice and this moment lived up to every one of my expectations.

There were hardly any people in sight. It was a superb contrast to the hustling and bustling Mumbai footpaths with the sweltering  weather. I saw various schools on the way, an occasional man walking with his dog or a lady with a stroller. I passed the local recreation ground and boy, was it huge.With well manicured green lawns and shaped shrubs. There was a cemetery not far from there.

The evening slowly dragged into dusk and I began to feel the chill in the air. It was sharp. And I could see my breath forming white blurry clouds as they dissipated in the air. So I began to retrace my steps. It wasn’t that hard, because I had taken pictures of every lane’s name on my iPod. That was until I came to the roundabout. It split into four ways and that’s where I took the wrong turn.

It was eight thirty in the evening. And even though it was still sunny, I was losing light rapidly. I asked a couple of people where College Hill Road was and no one seemed to have an idea. People usually relied on their navigation systems. Even while on long journeys, they blindly follow the GPS system installed in the car, unlike in Mumbai where we stall the car and ask passers by for directions.

There was barely anyone around. I really wished I could ask someone for directions and that’s when I realised how helpful the shopkeepers and the Vada Pav wala’s and the Pani Puri wala’s can be when it comes to situations like these. Nickelback’s How You Remind Me did nothing but increase my agitation, and I stopped playing music immediately.

I saw a man with his German Shepherd. I went up to him and maintaining a safe distance, shouted out to him for directions with my best possible English accent (it turned out to be an epic fail by the way). He looked grumpy and irritated. Probably unhappy at being disturbed during his quality time with the pet. He only shrugged at me and walked away, leaving me absolutely angered at his indecency. Annoying pompous British. (No, I don’t really mean that.)

‘Excuse me, do you need help?’ It was almost as if an angel had come to my rescue. Probably because I had given a ten rupee note to a homeless man back in India, I reasoned. Making a mental note to give a five rupee coin to some beggar everyday after flying back to India, I turned around.

A fat black lady was standing on the opposite side of the street and I quickly made my way across to her. Deciding to go Desi with a normal Indian accent this time, I explained her about the fix I was in. ‘Well, I don’t know where College Hill Road is, but I’ll find out for you.’ She removed her iPhone 5 and showed me the way on Maps. I was smart enough to take a couple pictures of the map on my iPod. I thanked her heartily and slowly made my way back.

None of my family knows about this.

I have also picked out my 10 songs for the week and here they are (in no particular order) –

1) Closer – Kings of Leon. It’s got really good and unusual beats.

2) The Red – Chevelle. It’s your typical alternative song, and yet it has managed to retain an originality to it which makes it quite catchy.

3) Nothing in My Way – Keane. It was my favourite song a few months back.

4) Wasteland – Matt White. This song is from the soundtrack of She’s The Man my sister made me watch a few years ago. I sorta liked the movie.

5) Full Sail – Ryan Farish. I like to play it sometimes on low volumes when I study.

6) Take on Me – a-ha. and

7) I Want To Break Free – Queen. These two are the perfect 90’s songs. They’ve got a very nice touch to them.

8) Ants Marching – Dave Matthews Band. This is a perfect song to dance to, with so many instruments playing in the background. And they’ve got a really nice guitar piece in it. And I love his voice.

9) Night Time – The xx. It’s a very unusual song. Some may not even like it. But It’s got a nice surprise in it, and I love the beats in almost every song by The xx.

10) Exile – Dualist Inquiry. This guy’s an Indian. Which is what makes me so happy. And every time I listen to this song, I vaguely imagine myself in a suit and tie with a stylish suitcase i hand, nodding my head in tune with the beats, and surrounded by glass buildings. Kind of like in the 2011 movie In Time when Justin Timberlake visits Greenwich Time Zone for the first time.

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Let Them Be

That isn’t normal. It’s a sin. That’s not how we were raised. They need to be punished. The bible doesn’t approve of it. Islamism abhors it. It doesn’t fit our logic. So let’s despise them. It cannot be accepted into the society or else it could affect other ‘normal’ people. After all, It’s so much easier to hate on them than to try and make an effort to comprehend their mentality and get to know them as a human. They have been possessed by the devil. Yes, that’s the only possible explanation for this freak show. Adam and Eve are meant to be. Was there any mention of Adam and Elijah? Or Eve and Abigail?

That about sums up what the ignorant homophobic pricks think.

‘I used to get picked on at school. Yeah, they would call me weird. I was weird. Fun weird. But this is the funny thing about growing up. For years and years, everybody is desperately afraid to be different in any way, and then, suddenly, almost overnight, everybody wants to be different. And that, is where we win.’

That’s what Mitchell Pritchett from Modern Family said. (Great show, by the way.)

Why is there still hate in the general population against gay people? It is disturbing how the aversion to the concept of homosexuality is still well pronounced in the society. Why can’t people simply adopt the ideology to Live and Let Live? Gay people are actually among the sweetest and kindest of humans. And yet, they get picked on everywhere on the basis of their sexual orientation. If at all, their genetic configurations should be blamed, not them. Because they are wired that way, just how straight people are wired to have sexual feelings for the opposite sex. Asking a gay man why he likes men is just like asking a straight man why he is into the fairer sex. There is no relevant source of this deep seated hate. Maybe the homophobic people have had casual gay thoughts and it frightened them out of their wits. And now they hate gays to convince themselves to ignore their own wants.

It’s simply horrifying to even think about what these people have to experience everyday for being who they are. It leads to people living in denial, ignoring their desires and have a frustrating sexual life. Depression, distress, dejection and disappointment soon follow. They begin to doubt themselves. They begin to lose hope in life.  These queers haven’t done wrong to anyone. it is sickening how humans behave with individuals of their own race for such trivial reasons.

Do you think the gays have a choice? Absolutely not. No one want to be a social pariah. No one wants to be oppressed their entire life. They have to struggle with it. The guilt plagues them, for not doing what their mom and dad did. For being different.

But there is a ray of hope. There is a light at the end of the tunnel. Even among the hate and the cruelty and the ignorance, gay people have emerged. They have established themselves. They have created their own identities the hard way. They have experienced a completely different lifestyle. It won’t be wrong to say that these are your everyday heroes.

And the accepting straight people have aided them. Yes, now there are people who don’t discriminate against gayism and lesbianism. Now there are people who respect gays for who they are, and don’t let immature concepts cloud their vision in forming an opinion about someone. People who have the ability to think for both sides. And these people exist in large numbers.

Let us hope for a better world.

The First Entry – The Beginning

I can move my ears, either of them separately. I can raise my eyebrows one at a time. I can move the bone which connects to the thumb of my right hand. I also have weird habits. Like for example, I like to draw with my finger imaginary circles in the air when no one’s looking. I sometimes imagine that energy is flowing through my body, and sequentially tighten my muscles to signify its flow. I don’t do that often, and I don’t do it for a reason. There are probably more weird things about me, but I can’t think of anymore right now.

Hi. The main reason I’ve decided to start blogging is because I love to write, and I like to think I have a suppressed artistic side to me, and blogging will hopefully provide an outlet to it. Oh, and planes. I love planes. I love flying. Let me add this to the list of weird things that I do – I love the thought of flying myself.

Love the thought of taking off with huge wings, just like planes do. Majestically soar in the sky at extremely high altitudes and great speed. And have those Biotechnologically engineered wheels in my legs appearing only when I need them. Every time I pass through open spaces, I often get a thought about how wonderfully fitting the place would be to just run down the length and take off steeply. I know, it’s pretty weird for a seventeen year old to have such fantasies, but hey, I never said I was normal.

I also love London. I’ve been to London on vacations exactly four times, and every one of those times has been pure bliss. I love the clear blue sky and the white puffy clouds and I love the British weather. I love the Tube and the underground railway systems and the fact that one can practically travel between any two stations with the simple use of the map with comfort. I’ve even gone plane spotting at the busiest airport in the world. London Heathrow has an overwhelming one plane simultaneously landing and taking off almost every minute. And the London Eye and the London Dungeons and Greenwich and the science museums and Thorpe Park and the Buckingham Palace and the Big Ben and Trafalgar Square’s National pillow fight day. The list simple goes on.

Another thing I love is the US television.  Modern Family, Suits, Community, Sherlock, Parks and Recreation, Shameless (US), The Big Bang Theory, Friends, Lie To Me, Do No Harm The Voice (US & UK) etcetera. I’ve also started Breaking Bad after a friend told me how awesome the newer seasons are. But my favourite show is Modern Family and it is likely to stay so for years to come. I will be talking more about that later.  I’m not a lot into movies. The small list of the good movies I have is probably the Madagascar series, Harry Potter series, the Hunger Games, Friends with Benefits, In Time, Step Up Revolution, Zombieland, Man On A Ledge and The Perks of Being a Wallflower while The Dark Knight Rises and The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey are currently downloaded on my Laptop but unwatched. The movies I’m really excited about are The Conjuring and JOBS.

I’m very much into music too, and I will be borrowing a friend’s idea in keeping ‘Songs of the week’ sidebar as well. The Imagine Dragons, Bastille, Coldplay, Daughtry, Dualist Inquiry, The Fray, John Mayer, Kings of Leon, Incubus, Nickelback, Oasis, Owl City, Pendulum, Poets of the Fall, the Scorpions, Snow Patrol, The xx and 3 Doors Down are currently at the top of my list.

I also like to read but haven’t got the time unfortunately, thanks to the madhouse of a schedule I have everyday and the bottomless pit of the backlog I’ve created in my homework. I have finished reading the Harry Potter Series like a dozen times over. Kidding, but I’ve actually read it five times and the fifth book seven times because of dear old Umbridge. It will always be something I associate my childhood with. I’ve also read the Hunger Games Trilogy (which I found absolutely thrilling) and The Perks of being A Wallflower over the summer. I love Sidney Sheldon, especially his ‘Mistress of the Game’. Simply genius.  I’ve read Catcher in The Rye by J. D. Salinger, and despite the fact that the widely appreciated novel is a hit in the general public, I never found it appealing at all. I kept waiting for something to happen in the book,  but all it does is describe one night in Holden’s sad, miserable and depressing life. Combine that with his pessimistic attitude towards everything. I may have failed to grasp the underlying message from the book, may have missed reading between the lines, and may not be in the position to criticise the book, but I’m sure there are people out there with great expectations from the book who were utterly disappointed who can relate to my views. Maybe the problem was that my expectations were a bit too high.

I’ve flirted with Apple’s personal assistant Siri and managed to get the BFF tag from her.  I feel happy.