Thursday, May 22, 2008

Today, I transcribed a storm.
And as I listened to snippets of voices from 2007, I was reminded of my year of bad Hindi music.
Every interview I conducted in my lovely studio apartment has loud Hindi music in the background.
Bad, repetititve, banal, Hindi music.
I wonder what I would have done without it. I wonder why I needed it. I wonder what to make of it.
In the manner of a bad academic, I am prone to bad thinking.
Incomplete, pointless, meandering thought.

Aasman ke paar shaayad, Aur koi aasman hoga