24hrs. Later and Still Spellbound

Because I still haven't been able to compose myself for long enough to be able to compose something on Sonu Nigam's concert last night, Vikram Seth's beautiful alfaaz (words) will have to suffice:

"Music, such music, is a sufficient gift. Why ask for happiness; why hope not to grieve? It is enough, it is to be blessed enough, to live from day to day and to hear such music - not too much, or the soul could not sustain it - from time to time."

In Vino...Something

Veritas. I know.

For someone as obsessed with thinking as I am, drinking a glass of red wine (on a relatively empty stomach) and listening to rock ballad after rock ballad when you're supposed to be going to bed (so you can wake up and run a few miles before having to get ready for work) isn't the best of ideas. Counter-intuitively (most would say that red wine isn't conducive to thought), the combination of vino and voce lead not to heavy eyelids and the onset of slumber, but to a scrambling and scrambled brain - one that would could and does stay up and think until at least daybreak.



(Edit: 19 April 2012. Found this in the 'Drafts' section. No idea when I wrote it - but it's interesting, nonetheless)