Pages from My Life.

Life has its own ways of bringing about the best for you, if you so desire it. I am an absolute believer of it.

We truly are more disconnected from ourselves. Ourself being the state we get to, when calm and, introspective you become, of you and the world, through daily good focussed meditation to be able to disconnect from your existential self. You are not the crazy, antic-driven you, that normally exists. You are the one always drowning in the beauty of the moment and seeing how we all are programmed to be a certain way/act/exist in society. The existential you is the guy sitting by himself in the studio, when being in his boring natural existence. We all put on our own masks, some complex and layered. The closer you are to a person, the lesser the masks+layers. Hence, you know very clearly how close you are to each friend in your life. One never truly knows oneself. People always say the previous statement, not realizing that to truly find oneself is the point of spiritual guidance. It is truly finding oneself that is Liberation aka Moksha. Hence, meditation and all spiritual practices te...

Sing and play and perform, Oh Artist! For a glimpse, into your soul; A treasure hidden, Beneath them pained walls and facades. For in those very moments, every flaw is forgotten, Every misdeed, forgiven; As the inner child leaps within, Pouring out your truths, unashamedly, Revealing the true solitary you, I love, you. There's magic, purely you. Like a trick, efface anything that says otherwise. The art within you is new. A place. To create, to lose, to discover, to be. and the World is waiting! Sing and play and perform, Oh Artist! Page 30

A love, like a delicate feather from the sky, lands into his reality, reality becoming a dream; a dream becoming a reality, serene and tumultuous, unordinary and passionate. two bodies, one soul, a bond so divine, I can think of no other. time and tide waited for none, angst and impatience washed against 'em. fight, they did, to love, to be... an eternal companion, they became, truly . and while he dreamt, the dream fades away within. Sorrow, now, a pitiful regret. No more. No more. No more . Life calls, Success beckons. With purpose as my steering, and a vision, unclouded, its time to move forward. Page 30

Another love  has ended . Sometimes its just not enough if we feel an incredible connection. Our situations and frame of mind plays a bigger role in this existence. It's sad that a relationship that had potential for beauty, strength, courage, passion and deep love between the 2 people, has ended. These moments are now in my memories, part of who I am, my journey. The lyrics of the song "Just not each other" by 'William Fitzsimmons', is apt for my situation right now. And this cover of the song by my friend, Shashwat Singh, I, instantly connected with. You may feel my pain of loss. Page 30

(Background Music: Main title from The Notebook by Aaron Zigman; A kiss to build a dream on by Louis Armstrong) That's what I call this beautiful beginning to a chapter in my life, a chapter I never believed I'd be lucky to see, feel and experience. Finding my love; accidentally, may I add. Who would have thought, it'd all begin with an audition for the Vocal Jazz band I am part of?! We auditioned a bunch of girls for the Soprano part. My friend, brought this girl to the auditions. The moment she walked in, there was this huge attraction I felt towards her. But, at the moment, I wasn't looking for anything. So, I brushed it aside as lust or just plain attraction. As fate would have it, Arun, brought her to one of my parties, with a lot of convincing which he is good at. I'd have almost lost her, if not for my dude friend and her decision to finally come home to my studio. And right from when I opened the door, when our eyes met, I knew there was some...