Lateral thinking

And as I had promised myself, I am back with the hope to make this weekly post a habit. Anyways, its been getting busy. Tests and assignments come together without any obvious respect for each other and even less for me. But that's what its about I suppose. And through all this, I have managed to listen to a find a new set of bands. It can be better described as a theme, a mood for the week.

So here I am at the end of the week, looking at a potentially busy schedule, when this thought come to mind (I think its more to do with the fact that I was listening to 'Maximum Pearl Jam' while at it). What after the Phd? What after the research RnD blah work that I am supposed to do after the Phd? I have a deep seated affection for music. So much so that it would be an insult to call it affection. So henceforth I'll refer to it as 'thing', something a bit more derogatory but vague nevertheless. So here I am, perusing a PDF on camera calibration that I decide that, when I am 50 I'd like to own a record label. (No, I haven't decided a name for it...yet...but by the end of this assignment for sure). The reason is, while I love music so much, I am relatively retarded when it comes to playing instruments (which I decided after a couple of abortive attempts at learning them) and in public interest have decided not to sing (actually I am not sure, there could even be a law in the US that gives the cops the right to jail bad singers...I don't want to take chances). That leaves me with producing music. I am good at that. I comment and criticize, but never overbearing let me add.

So why a record label, I don't know, perhaps because, it gives me sufficient say in the production and I am the king. Its not going to be a big label mind you. Just a label that gives a break to new bands with a good sound and good ideas. It would be absolutely THE thing to do for me. I could perhaps rope in a few of my bigshot friends to help me out. It will be absolutely fantabulous. The thought of it is refreshing, something nice to look forward to. But for the time being I think I have dreamed enough. I have paved enough road to last me till the next assignment. I should really be getting back to work.

I think they call it the butterfly effect. If I don't work now, I'll screw up my chances of getting a good job, which affects my chance of earning the big bucks without which I will not have my label. So for the sake of my would be label...full steam ahead...camera calibration...Sophisticated crap.

Bands/Artists of the week

Starsailor
The Fray
The sounds
The Dandy Warhols
Anoushka Shankar
Deep Forest
Vanessa Mae

To new places and unsettling times

I am a born cribber or so people say. I must confess that most of the time my rants are more of an effort to make conversation but then again, I can make no excuse in this regard. I do realise that this blog has been left ignored for a long time and I suppose an explanation is warranted. hmmm..i have finally managed to get myself, half way across the world to the US. While that is something that I always wanted to do, I finally realise the seriousness of my decision and as I, rather, all of us grow older, we realise the importance of making the right choice. Anyways as things stand, I am now a commited PhD student (the seriousness of which is heavy on my mind). But I suppose there is some degree of satisfaction in knowing what I'll be doing for the next five years. I am looking at a life of certainity and security, hopefully.

Allow me to tell you a little bit about my alma mater (if I may) for the coming years. Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute (the spelling of which is only a week old addition to my dictionary) or for simplicity's sake, RPI is a damn old school. It is almost two hundred years old. But for a school that old its really small. I don't really mind that, in fact its nice to have a small university. It makes for a nice short walk usually. So here I am, at a small school perched on top of a hill overlooking the Hudson. It is a really beautiful place. The winters however, are a killer it seems. I have not yet seen one, but I have told of scary stories. Lets see. They say good things happen to those who wait...I am waiting. When I was coming here, I was told that it'll be a bit difficult for people coming from cities to adjust, I did not make a big deal of it. But I would say my rants have grown exponentially over the past to months. They will soon subside as I resign to the place and accept the fact and start enjoying life.

The good thing about not having much to do around here however is that, I am growing adventurous. I joined the first dance classes in my life. So yours truly is now officially learning the Argentine Tango. Its getting hard but I am getting there. I think this has been a rather disjoint account. I blame it on the months in between when I feel, have lost all touch with writing. But I'll get back on track and try and keep up a lively account.

Till then, adios amigos.

PS : It is an interesting coincidence however that I am putting this up exactly two months after landing here.