Creativity

Kids, listen to Beethoven

What is the oldest recording you’ve heard? A speech? Classical music? Beethoven? Chopin? Random farts? I read on the internet that the oldest recording was made in 1878 by Thomas Edison using the Phonograph (didn’t even support Dolby ATMOS. No wonder it didn’t hold up). What intrigues me about old music is that it is complex and simple at the same time. Be it Western Classical, Eastern, Southern, all directions! I personally know a lot of people who have refined their musical interests to such great extents that they have ended up going back to classical music. For most of my friends, it usually goes like this:

Pop
Rock
Heavy metal
Death metal(sometimes)
Hip-hop

Soul

Jazz
Classical
Sounds familiar? I wouldn’t say I grew up listening to classical music, but when I was a kid, my dad got a CD player. It came with two CDs- Abba and a collection of classical music. Man…those two CDs played 24/7 in the house. And thank god it was those two CDs! I am thankful to my mama and papa for giving me the best childhood ever. But then, as I grew older, I lost interest in classical music. I was into Michael Jackson, Deep forest, Safri Duo. Then came the rock phase with Deep Purple, Van Halen, Rainbow, Dream Theatre, etc. Now it is a bit more refined into alternative/progressive rock. However, every now and then, when I hear classical music, I feel that pull. Like its calling me. I feel the calling to go back and work more with that style of music. Its like, all my ideas stem from classical music. Weird. Is this happening to me because I listened to it on repeat during my childhood? I understand that this genre of music is very complex and basic at the same time. But what makes people go back to it? Is it because all music has evolved from old music(or as I call it, root music)?
Speaking of old recordings, here is a 15 year old recording of one of the most influential drummers of all time.

Just kidding. Its just me. I made it yesterday with the hopes of becoming world famous some day. Head on over to Sound cloud and check out my ginormous collection of three tracks. Feel free to make a donation(not to my sound cloud account, but to some charity). There are people who were not as lucky as you and me. Plus, I don’t think you can donate money via Sound cloud. Just give the money to someone in need. Or do something nice alright? Help someone out.

Museum of metal wonders

I went to an Archiological Museum. Did I spell that right? Archeology-cal? Archaeoloji. Ar…Ar… Anglican. Anyway… this museum had some unusual stuff in it. I reached the museum quite late. It was about to close. So, a security guard was assigned to guide/nag me through the entire museum. As you all know, I take my museum visits very seriously. So I explicitly stated that the guard maintain a distance of exactly three metres away from me at all times. Why ‘three’ you ask? Well, that’s none of your business. As soon as the receptionist understood that I had difficulty speaking Bengali, she began to shoot questions in English. “Are you South Indian? Where do you stay here? What did you have for dinner yesterday? What’s your blood type?”. You know…the usual stuff. I mean, she was very attractive. That’s probably why I panicked. After a short, uncomfortable conversation, I began the tour with my personal bodyguard.

There were extremely old paintings and pottery(7-14 century). Just as I was about to finish viewing the ground floor, motherfucker(guard) started to blow a damn whistle(probably to ask me to leave). Another guard heard this whistle and started to blow his own whistle. Within a few seconds, the whole fucking museum was whistling. I could see birds fly away from the roof. Motherfuckers were disturbing the wildlife.

As soon I got to the first floor, I knew it was a different scene. You see, there were these sculptures made of metal, kept in glass housings. They were sculpted in the 9th century. I hadn’t seen anything like it before. Figures sculpted with unimaginable level of detail and yet so tiny and realistic. That was not the impressive part. The figures were not of people or animals, rather it looked like something that was taken straight out of a Stephen King movie. There was a figure with an elephant’s head and a slim guy’s body(It had nothing to do with religion). It was holding a walking stick. It had a hunchback. It looked like it was dying. Then there were snakes, dragons and warriors that looked like trees, stuff that I have never seen or could have imagined. I was awestruck.

How could somebody think of that? How wild does ones imagination have to be to make something like that? Where did he get the idea from? Did an alien put it in his mind? Did he dream of it in his sleep? Did his day-to-day life affect the design of the sculpture in any way? Did his family approve of him spending so much time making figures that made no sense to common people? What was going on in his mind when he made it? How was he able to put an ‘idea’ into a sculpture? Does the sculpture mean something? So many questions.

I don’t have any pictures of the metal wonders because pictures were prohibited inside the museum. And I can respect that. All I have is a picture of a tree, from the museum’s garden.

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The metal wonders will always live inside my head. I do not need pictures of them.

On an unrelated note, I got a keyboard. Today is Day 4 with new keyboard.

Side note: I do not know how to play the keyboard.

Comfort zone

I got a call from a cousin recently. Its one of those cousins that you know, calls once every three or four months to show that he cares and shit. But this time the conversation went a little differently. 

How’s everything? How’s work? How long have you been working there? Are you getting paid well? Do you think that’s good enough for you? Wait… let me tell you this before you even answer. No, that’s not good enough for you. You have to aim higher. Why are you not trying? Say hi to mom .Take care buddy!

I think orphans are lucky in certain ways. I have never been bothered by relatives before but this got me thinking. Besides, dude is a pretty awesome engineer himself. So I didn’t want to let it out the other ear. Obviously, there’s no point in writing all of this crap in a blog because ultimately I am the one who needs to wake up and take decisions. For some reason, I think writing helps.

If I keep doing what I like does that make me some kind of a “non-dreamer”? Do you necessarily have to keep switching jobs frequently until you find the best one? I like to call such people “bullet trains”. They don’t pay attention to the little things because the attention is on the main goal. Granted, I don’t get paid well and I hate everyone at work but hey, I love the job! In fact I am sure that I can do much more with it. I have to admit that it has started to feel a bit like a nice cozy comfort zone but that’s just something I’ll have to deal with.

On a lighter note, I got a new apartment

Pros:

Big

Internet is faster than the rate at which “bullet trains” switch jobs.

Next door neighbour’s name is Loki

Very rarely do I bump into talkative neighbours

Cons:

Nothing so far. Woohoo!

Never thought I’d say this but…

I think I miss my roommate

Creativity

I restarted drum lessons the other day. I think it was the best thing I did after moving here. After all, the loneliness has really started to take a toll on me. To top it all off, I’ve began to get more gay attention. I have nothing against gay people but it just doesn’t feel good. What’s even worse is that I’ve become even more scared of talking to girls. Enough about my boring life.
After the drum lesson ended, I had this thought about creativity. I thought about how musicians composed music. Every musician has influencers. I used to think no one can make something completely new without utilising ideas from their heroes. Everyone builds on what they have learnt. Isn’t that the only way to go about it? I mean, you cannot be born with all the knowledge. You have to learn from somewhere. You might be born with the talent but you still need to get some kind of input before you can make your own stuff.
I wonder if there are people capable of doing something entirely new without depending on anything else. That would be like breaking a law of the universe. It would be like making a colour you haven’t seen yet. Or a sound you haven’t heard. Totally next dimension stuff. What would it be like to see a colour you have never seen? Will your brain be able to process it?
I remember watching a you tube video about imagination. In it, the host speaks about how the tools we make are an extension of ourselves. We make the tools and the tools in turn help us grow. I think our purpose in life is to use these ‘tools’ to do something extraordinary. It doesn’t have to be huge. You can start just by HELPING SOMEONE!
When people go beyond their capabilities and do something completely new, a whole new dimension opens up and thus creats a so called ‘dent’ in the universe. It is hard to explain but you might even feel the new dimension opening up in your mind. It usually happens right after you make someone really happy. Let us all strive to make dents in the universe! DO SOMETHING OUT OF THE ORDINARY! DO IT NOW! DO IT!