Sunday, March 15, 2009

Rational Emotions

Maybe a year back, I realized I wasn't really myself. I was being this jerk in town. I couldn't make out the difference between rational and irrational emotions. I played my game alone and lost it even when I knew there couldn't be a winner. Every time I knew something went wrong, I would proudly blame the other person involved in it. Maybe I was right. Who knows? But the point is-I couldn't make out the difference.

We fail to know that there's a world outside the drama that's being played in the Theatre. Getting drastic or overflowing with emotions is not always wrong. You tend to learn about the mistakes that could have happened eventually. We understand people better. Once you are out of this upsetting phase, we see it as an embarrassment to even look back at ourselves. We change the topic by a 'forget it' or 'it’s ok'. Often we forget of what we have become because of all this. It might not be worth admiring-what we have become. But it gives you a sense of satisfaction. To have grown out of this emotional turmoil. Without feeling lost at any point anywhere. In the process, we loose and we gain. But what we loose seems insignificant in front of all those good things that follow.

I speak so, because I have been through it. I am no more ashamed to have been the 'dramatic idiot'. I did feel I shouldn't have been so. But today, I know for one thing-that something similar to this won't ever happen. Today-I know why we say that rational emotions are important in this practical and fast moving world. There's no space for the irrational ones. They get confined to the cinema halls. We need to be rational, even when we know it's no point talking sense. That's how the world is. That's how people want you to be. And I have accepted it. Once you accept it, you’ll realize that the world seems a lot merrier than you could have ever imagined.


Thanks.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Music, love, Rahman.

Every morning, i woke up to find nothing about a musician in a leading newspaper. Everything seemed unreal. Days went by, and i couldn't find anything!
I started contemplating if people were even bothered to know what the greatest musician of India was up to?No one. Evidently, boomtown rap seemed exceedingly puerile. A few did know that among all this jigger of glamor...he sheltered inside his studio somewhere in Chennai...preparing for all those editorials, interviews, pictures and recognition that was to follow!
A film got released. It created ripples of success all across the 'globe'. And..one morning...we heard the words-"A R Rahman for Slumdog Millionaire..!"
He stood up from his seat. As he started walking, he exuded his strength, his effort, his hard work with each step. Every step he made...was an answer to all those papers and news channels who didn't seem to see anything beyond some unreal reality show.
His return was welcomed, as though he was a warrior of heaven. Returning after triumphing over the colossal devil.
Everywhere, you heard about the same film...the same name and the same song.
It wasn't to cherish for...but something to live for.
Soon-things didn't seem to come back to it's old life.
Amidst all the excitement and happiness, this musician went back into those studios to get back to passion, to be transported into a world...where even imagination has no bounds....
Sometimes we forget...that when the sun sets on the country, a sun awakens somewhere in the midst of Chennai!