My Life, A Cocktail

Yet again, I have a problem in my head to solve. It’s funny how every Tuesday evening I go to my music class, expecting to relieve stress and relax, and do that one thing I can never get tired of, sing. And almost every Tuesday, I am awarded with something interesting. A thought, a process, a perspective or a question. “What is good music?” As simple as the question sounds, my mind instantly came up with a simple answer. “There is no such thing as good music. All music is good.” As I convinced myself of my answer, there were varied reactions from the others. Some were dumbstruck by the question, some other questioned the question. “Good music probably depends on various parameters like rhythm, diction, melody and so on. How can anyone quantify these parameters?” Yet others based their answers solely on perspective. “I like what I like. Coz that’s me. Others don’t like what I like, and I don’t necessarily like what others like.” My mind soared…. “How can music be bad? Maybe it can, I do...

All day, I sensed this feeling inside me, like I had a news, a news that I wanted to share with my boss. Only, I didn’t know what the news was. Something inside me kept urging me to scrape my brain to try and remember that piece of news. I tried and tried, but nothing came to mind. Eventually, I concluded that it probably was in a dream where I had heard some news that I thought I would go and share with my boss. That happened many days before. Sometimes, even today, I want to remember that news. Dreams can feel more real than you can imagine. I remember back in school when I had this dream, where I meet this friend of mine in a bookstore, dressed in a navy blue fur coat. I had touched the coat in my dream, and till today, can sense its softness. And when you dream such dreams, you start to question. Your concept of reality, your concept of illusions. And somewhere down the line, you come to the conclusion that all that is, is perception. Nothing’s real, nothing’s an illusion. The powe...