My first posting

While blogging was slowly catching up in India, I was dormant. Basically I was very lazy to start punching the keys on a free evening rather than listening to music or hanging out with friends. Pouring out my ideas and opinions into a public arena may invite arguments. A sense of insecurity crept in when I thought my ideas and opinions can be defended or confronted in the public domain. But then, only by confrontations and repeated deliberations can one obtain clarity in any issue. But all of a sudden what made me think and start punching out my opinions?

Answer: Carnatic music (Surprisingly!!!)

Whole Chennai is buzzing around in Carnatic Kutcheris, I being a music lover always wanted to know what made this genre of music very special and very sacred. Though I have listened to such music at times (due to force, than by choice), this time around I thought I should try listening to Carnatic music (by choice of course). After hearing a lot about them from my work colleagues, I reached home and googled for some radio stations which may play Carnatic music. That’s when I came across this website http://radio.musicindiaonline.com/ which plays streaming Carnatic music. I started listening to it since 10.30 and this music still keeps me occupied. Sometime at 11pm I had a feeling I should document my present state of mind and pleasure I experience. What better avenue I have than a blog?

With absolutely no knowledge about this instruments or artistes, I have been kept occupied. It actually flows through your ears and creates an unidentifiable and inexpressible feeling which one has to experience and relish.

The solace and peace you derive by listening to it, I doubt if any new age instruments or bands would deliver them. While I pen about this, I would like stress that I am all set to goto Bangalore tomorrow night to attend the Deep Purple Rock concert. After all experiences and memories are the only assets which remain with you forever. Now that brings me to end this posting with a quote which recently caught my attention “He who can’t change his ideas is a prisoner of the past”. Very true isn’t?