the first choice regal exercise book

when mom came from india this time, she brought one of my music notebooks with her (this one dates back to '94). it is now in tatters, almost, but without loss of information. looking through it, i realized i had learned quite a bit that i will never recall. raga bhimpalasi, jaunpuri, asavari, bhairavi, vrindavani sarang, and so on... the list is a lot longer than i could have remembered. what a pity.

what a pity... why is it that things change so in value, as we trudge along?! it is always a pity, i find. when the world of opportunities is open to us, we prefer to be closed within ourselves, comfortably ensconced in our smug little frog-in-well attitudes. when we find that the time will never return, we hold our heads in sadness. perhaps another way of looking at things though is this - i am not unhappy with the life i had lived. when i wasn't paying better attention to noting down the music i was learning, i was probably making time to do something i am not sorry for having done. so in the end, perhaps, it all worked itself out.

but i can still complain about it :P