• I woke up this morning too excited to sleep. And while catching up with my reading, came across this delightful interview  of David Marchese in conversation with Billy Joel. Billy Joel is probably  on the play list of my readers’ moms’.  But for me, it brought back memories of a time when there was music in my life. Whenever I sit back and reminisce about the days gone by, memories of Uptown Girl, Stayin’ Alive ( BeeGees) and numerous hits of the 70’s, 80’s and 90’s come to mind.

    Perhaps my last musical update was of the early 2000’s when I heard the music of Michael Learns to Rock ( MLTR) and  Gypsy Kings that my daughters discovered in their last years of school. After that they moved on to Trance which I didn’t like . The only Hip Hop that I could listen to was Eminem largely because of the fascination with the name that conjured up images of  jewel coloured chocolate bits.

    So what happened to make my life quiet and without song ?

    Partly the empty nest and partly technology.

    While I am a great lover of gizmos, and love updating the gadgets in my house, I still have to find the perfect music player.

    In the beginning we had radio. Then we had the  record player or turn table with vinyl discs. The 70’s were the days when our lives were entangled in thin tapes played on the cassette player. In the 80’s we shifted to Boom Boxes and the Walkman. I never could manage the iPod but I did take to the Bose Wave system.

    It all started when my Bose Wave went bust. I thought Bose was unbeatable in both value and quality but it seemed that I was the one to get the rotten egg. Within a year or two of its purchase, it developed a problem with its lens . So replacing that cost me Rs.5000 or so. Two more years later, it developed the same problem and this time I didn’t want to repair it because the cost of repair went up and it would mean that my Wave would cost me Rs. 10,000 more than what I paid for it. Within a few years,  the cost of repairs would equal the cost of the initial outlay. In my twisted logic, it made better sense not to repair it.

    And, therein lies the problem – the lack of equipment to play the music I love.

    Gradually I find that even my CDs are getting frayed around the edges. Cassettes, old fashioned tapes and vinyl records are all in the past. And the good old fashioned transistor radio ? What is that ask the salesmen when you ask for one.

    So how do people listen to music?

    Apparently they stream it. Through their iPhones or Smartphones or computers or whatever. Which means playing music is not for me anymore.

    How do you listen to your favourite music? And do you keep up to date with the latest trends? Do let me know in the comments below. 

    In the meanwhile, do listen in to Uptown Girl, my favourite number from Billy Joel

     
    Cheerio then,

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  • Do we do the the things we do by coincidence ? Or do we do things randomly? Or is there a coincidence in the randomness ?

    Coincidence or Randomness?

    It’s been almost twenty years since I read the ‘Celestine Prophesy’. I’ve read many more since, but this is one book that has influenced me profoundly. And this is the one takeaway :

    “I don’t think that anything happens by coincidence… No one is here by accident… Everyone who crosses our path has a message for us. Otherwise they would have taken another path, or left earlier or later. The fact that these people are here means that they are here for some reason”.” – James Redfield

     

    Ever since I realised the importance of interacting with other bloggers, I try and visit at least one new blog a week. I find these through WordPress Reader recommendations for the most part . Sometimes I find them as links in a weekly sharing thread . Sometimes the discovery is purely by responding to a reply on someone else’s post.

    But honestly, is all this purely by chance ?

    Am I following an unknown pattern?

    What makes me visit the bloggers I choose to visit ?

    The coincidence of randomness

    Recently, two incidents have made me believe that there is some thread that runs through our lives that slowly lead us to the end of the maze.

    Consider this :

    I found SuzySomedaySomewhere on the A to Z Challenge around three years ago. I was largely intrigued by her name Suzy’s Ilation. I didn’t know what “ilation” meant but I once knew a girl who was called ILA in school. There aren’t too many Ilas in the world , so I wondered if it could be her. I became a regular reader and responded to her blogs . Unfortunately, she never reciprocated.  I thought of giving up visiting her blog but something kept pulling me back. Perhaps, I thought my comments may have landed in her spam folder. Finally ,  I sent her a few messages asking her if she was the same person I knew back in school. Again there was no response.

    But things have a way of happening, only when they are meant to happen. From the beginning of this year, I noticed that SuzyQ began responding to my comments .  I also discovered that there was a bug somewhere on my blog that prevented her comments and my response from showing up.

    Last week, I again asked her if she was the school mate I knew and ….. ta da….. she was! We immediately moved on to Messenger and exchanged life stories. And funnily enough, we traced the connection back to an earlier generation – one where her aunt was a college mate of my mother-in-law!!!!! How random is that.

    Another connection I made this morning was via the comment left in my blog by Alana Mautone  whose gorgeous flower photos  attracted me to her blog. She too had issues over commenting on my blog and this time and this time she persisted visiting and commenting on my blog. Over the years I found a certain familiarity with her posts especially in the past few months when I made frequent visits to the US. I could actually identify some of the flora that she spoke about and was thrilled when I saw them in real life.

    Now the connection to Alana is a bit long winded .

    Years ago when the Mumbai Pune Expressway was launched with such fanfare, I remember my father telling me that it was a long time coming. It should have been made during WW2.

    This plan was apparently going to be executed by the US who wanted their troops to land in Mumbai to face the Japanese invasion. Luckily the Japanese never came beyond Kohima and the war got over. But it seems that there were US troops stationed in India and Alana’s father was one of them!

    Doesn’t this sound far fetched ?

    On the contrary, I find it even more likely that the people I interact with are in someway one of the dots in my journey.

    I am now waiting to find the connections between all the bloggers I engage with. There has to be some thread that pulls me towards them …. Isn’t it ?

    Sharing these thoughts on #MondayMusings hosted by Corinne of EverydayGyaan.

    Also linking these up with #Chattyblogs hosted by Shantala who blogs at Shanaya Tales.

    And of course, all of you who are reading this blog !

    Ciao

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    Some like it hot and some like it cold, but if you ask me, I’d go for hot any day.

    I sit in the corner of the living room , far away from the hills where I was born.

    But I like it here

    alone in splendid isolation,

    getting a full view of the room and all those in it.

    For years and years I’ve been around

    both here and in my previous home, far away from the sea.

    Away in the hills when I specially came to my own

    on wintry days

    when bits of coal were fed to me.

    So that I in turn could heat the brew made of tropical spice and all that’s nice.

    To bring in warmth to frozen souls.

    I’ve been around for 100 years or may be more

    And take pleasure in the fact that long after the people in this living room have gone

    I shall move to another home.

    And once again, I’ll take my place in the corner of a living room

    Or perhaps take pride of place in a tea house

    with my carved copper shell all brightly gleaming

    I’ll  be dreaming of the days when hot

    Kahwa lay in my belly steaming.

    For I’m not just an ordinary kettle that whistles when the tea is done.

    I’m really made of special mettle that distinguishes me

    From the ordinary lot.

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    This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’

    Kahwa is a Kashmiri Green tea .

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