Thank you so much for your words of encouragement. Yours was the first comment on my blog...at least the first one which did not try to sell detergent or an Autralian scholarship. I will treasure it.....allowing myself to believe that critics have finally taken notice.
I am sorry it did not work out between you and your friend. If I say..."shit happens", it would be too American and too callous. But we have to believe....have to have hope....have to live our lives thinking that its actually Santa Claus who climbs down the chimney. If you stop believing in Santa Claus.....its downhill all the way. I am truly sorry.......there is a degree of pathos in your writing. I cannot identify with it totally, but I can try to fathom parts of it. Its not entirely my fault.....Kashmir makes for c alloused souls.
Well, I am a huge music buff myself. Have a band in Noida (near Delhi) called "Rudraksha". I write the songs and the music and also sing, Joel plays the drums, Saurav thinks he plays the guitar and Ramu (Ramachandran) works the synth. We spend sundays drinking beer and taking each others autographs. And be it not called a boast.......Euphoria will bite the dust. I am a fantastic singer. The neighbours disagree......they think it's alchohol fuelled delusion.
Whenever I am in Bangalore (I work for Wipro and have to travel to Corporate Headquarters) the music practice collapses. The beer drinking and the autographs are more permanent.
I am writing another story called "A writer of obituries". Its funny and morbid. If you log on in April, you would be able to read it.
Cheers. Keep smiling. We cannot hide from our shadows.
Best Regards, Maj. Gaurav Arya majorgauravarya@gmail.com
PS: Thought that your chat ID was your email ID (fauji idiot that I am). Mail bounced back.
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Hi,
Thank you so much for your words of encouragement. Yours was the first comment on my blog...at least the first one which did not try to sell detergent or an Autralian scholarship. I will treasure it.....allowing myself to believe that critics have finally taken notice.
I am sorry it did not work out between you and your friend. If I say..."shit happens", it would be too American and too callous. But we have to believe....have to have hope....have to live our lives thinking that its actually Santa Claus who climbs down the chimney. If you stop believing in Santa Claus.....its downhill all the way. I am truly sorry.......there is a degree of pathos in your writing. I cannot identify with it totally, but I can try to fathom parts of it. Its not entirely my fault.....Kashmir makes for c alloused souls.
Well, I am a huge music buff myself. Have a band in Noida (near Delhi) called "Rudraksha". I write the songs and the music and also sing, Joel plays the drums, Saurav thinks he plays the guitar and Ramu (Ramachandran) works the synth. We spend sundays drinking beer and taking each others autographs. And be it not called a boast.......Euphoria will bite the dust. I am a fantastic singer. The neighbours disagree......they think it's alchohol fuelled delusion.
Whenever I am in Bangalore (I work for Wipro and have to travel to Corporate Headquarters) the music practice collapses. The beer drinking and the autographs are more permanent.
I am writing another story called "A writer of obituries". Its funny and morbid. If you log on in April, you would be able to read it.
Cheers. Keep smiling. We cannot hide from our shadows.
Best Regards,
Maj. Gaurav Arya
majorgauravarya@gmail.com
PS: Thought that your chat ID was your email ID (fauji idiot that I am). Mail bounced back.
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