Anish Nadh’s Blog

The rain drizzled gently on the tarred road, the hairy caterpillars congregated on the compound wall, fearless. There was a sense of melancholy in the air, as it was not a very bright day. I took my chetak scooter out for a spin in the rain. I felt the cold droplets on my skin. It started pouring heavily. I passed by the bakery, fragrance of freshly baked bread filled the air. I noticed other bikers taking cover from the rain. I didn’t stop, I rode on. 

Then she told me,   “I have a feeling,  You like the lady who sells plants.  You want her to notice you, Don’t you?” “You’re a little naughty,  But in a good way.  I figured you out quickly,  You can’t fool me.” “You might try to play a game,  But I’ve already solved it.  You won’t beat me,  I know your secret.” I just didn’t like being read,  She saw through me!  She always did! So I left. 

I was your victim,  You, the beneficiary!  Yes! You used me!  Wait, come to think of it!  You were my victim!  I was the beneficiary!  Yes! I used you!  Wait again!  We are both victims and beneficiaries of our actions!  Adulting without anyone noticing! And silently disappearing into the world!  Next victim please! 

We have our own individual experience with God or universe. We have had our fair share of lessons, that has enlightened us all the way, until now. With such vast knowledge available to us, dismissing someone else’s belief without giving valid reasons for doing so only shows that we still have much more to learn. Big or small, there’s always something to learn from everyone. I think I can learn a lot about swimming from my 10 year old athlete student, who may not be adept at playing guitar as much as I do.  We also teach people, who seek knowledge from us. When we make super big claims on our knowledge of the universe and are questioned with curiosity, if we cannot explain it, maybe we don’t know much about it.  It’s quite rare to find people who can sync with your thoughts about anything under the sun, where conversations can be made without judgments.  Other times, it is wiser to not engage in conversations with people who are just asking questions for arguments and are ...

Confessions are for sinners. I have not sinned.  I was only true,  True to my heart.   What is true to me  May never be your truth,  Yet I confess.  I was true.  

I experienced the flow state recently while composing music. I just couldn’t stop. I wasn’t thinking. I couldn’t keep track of time.  I sometimes get frustrated when there’s so much music in my head and I can’t express it through my fingers. It’s quite abstract what I hear, not the commercial kind. I try to tune in to that. Chasing and pursuing that is an arduous journey. It tires me. I distract myself with life, mundane things like cleaning or working. I guess life is the ultimate comfort zone.