Chap 2 : A Musical Conversation

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Music has always been my one remedy for whatever mood I am in. I have gorged on almost all genres available since the last 15 years of my 18 year life. From classical, rock to ghazals. I love listening to Beethoven and making my way through traditional Indian classical in inspiration. But I never dreamt of finding a single person having the exact same taste as mine. Not in music for sure.
So this story started as I sat in my first class at Julliard and in a concoction of people from diverse backgrounds I can easily point out that the guy sitting in the front row extreme right was of Indian decent. He saw me as well maybe because of my lustrous long hairs which flowed till my hips. This went on for two weeks until one day we were made to randomly introduce our self in front of Prof. K.L Radhakrishna who was a Julliard alumnus and was one of the finest Sitar players of all time. He was going to teach us the intricacies of playing complex yet similar instruments.
So his name was Aditya and he was a Canadian unlike his parents who hailed from India. So he was by default an Indian not quite intuitive from his accent at the most. He was there on a merit scholarship like me and played the piano in supervision of Mr. Ghost one of the premier faculties ever known.
After some 16 odd students my turn came and I told them about my Indian history and how I was too proud to be from a land of rich culture and musical heritage thought not professing my being an Indian in front of an Indian(Mr Radhakrishna) :). Also pointing out that I was playing the violin since I was 5, which make everyone in the room stare at me in disbelief as it wasn’t feasible for a 5 year old to even hold such a delicate instrument. So after some of my boring ideologies I sat down; gathering unwanted attention from Aditya. So the next day before class he sat next to where I was sitting and tried starting a conversation. I was quite excited at a young and handsome guy that too interested in music wanting to talk to me but I didn’t show any concern.

Him : So where in India are you from?

Me: I am from Kerala and you ?

Him : My parents are from Punjab but i was born in Canada.

Me: Okay... So are you practicing any symphony these days ?

Him: Yeah I practice daily from 4-7am in the "Beast Hall" . Have you ever been there ?

So that’s how we struck a chord over music at our very first meeting. Stay tuned for more…








Calling Out for some Peppy style

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Ever wondered how being stylish and peppy can be in at the very same time? I fancy dressing all peppy and stylish at some instances to its usually simple and stylish furthermore. So how does one define peppy styling? I would say that rather than going in for bizarre and weird stuff getting a bit of oomph factor is what’s called for. The zest of comfy styling and mature dressing can go hand in hand if one applies his/her brains. I always ventured into spaces where I can find the right style quotient plus the added uniqueness where it beautifully defines the true me. The one who loves simplicity rather that showing off big bright apparels. I am not stating that people who indulge in hosts of unconventional dressing styles are not in. But that’s not something I vie for though I respect the way people feel about dressing for different occasions. But my point here is you can make a statement with your preferred style professing your believes in the way you want to portray your life. I think that’s enough of psychology going in there.
I hope I made my point being heard as there's no need of copying someone else’s style in order to fit in. That would hide or diminish your own value. So rather than scrumming to pressure and trying to fit in its better you redefine the style for yourself.
A lot people in my friend circle are concerned about making the said image whether its through their dressing or the way they talk. In context making a valid point super intellectual and witty but thinking too much takes away the fun of spontaneity. So this post would make you feel I have an opinion about just any random stuff but retrospection and penning what strikes my mind is the reason I made this blog. Sometimes it may get off topic but I don’t care. After reading this a lot of my lovely readers might share what they think about random stuff and that’s what strikes a good conversation. I really enjoy in indulging in just something off-topic every now and then. No harm in making a correct point even if its not appreciated upfront. But when you are among friends you need to be least bothered about what you blabber as friend never judge you. :) :) ;)
So that was a cool topic to choose and being peppy and fun always lightens up the mood and building cherish able moments with loved ones.  Its only when a gathering consists unknown guests and requires you to dress in a said fashion your wits are at test. So relying on your instincts would help make you acquire the top spot. Love your style, experiment more and redefine your taste.
Loads of Love
Tanya

Chapter 1 : A Musical Start

Getting into Julliard was never an easy experience. With the competition rising every year and only close to 7% of the applicants making it to the final list it required hosts of sleepless nights and loads of practice.
My father was hopefull that I might make it with some best performances over the last two years and winning the state championship consecutively for the last three years he thought I stand a chance.
So I practiced day in and day out, jerked my way through some hectic sessions, skipped school for learning lessons from my music teacher and soon my shadowed dreams became a reality.
I was called to audition for the prestigious Julliard School of Music and I did plan to play the Bach, Partita No. 2 in D minor revered as one of the best compilation ever in the history according to me. I never realized until that very moment how immensely powerful I was with m Violin, how I transformed into a gorgeous world of my very own. I always felt safe & satisfied every time I held the wooden beauty. But this experience was different, maybe the majestic hall was responsible for making me feel that way or the sense of making it to the auditions was self-pacifying in an uncanny indescribable way. I don’t know what it was but those 7 minutes changed my life henceforth. I made past the final auditions and voila my name was there on the merit list. That meant I wasn’t required to pay the entire fee as I was entitled for a scholarship.
I couldn't believe  how my efforts have paved the way to a beautiful start. How my father had tears in his eyes that day when he heard the news. How it was nothing less splendid then Diwali being celebrated every year thought it was January here in India. I may sound how big a deal it was but it really was that big. I would be travelling the world meeting some of the best known musicians ever, getting a chance to hone my skills under experts. What else can a passionate eighteen year old violinist ask for. I have conquered my dreams and entered a phase one can revere for a lifetime. I cherished every bit of the last few days of my stay in India. I was the onl one from the country making the call.
Violin has always been my first love, I still remember how I was hooked to the beauty when I was only 6 and have never been bored or alone ever since.
This story is about my journey across the world narrating beautiful instances about experiencing life changing moments and finding the true meaning of love. Stay tuned for more.....

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