Music that moves you inside out

You may dispel the importance of dreams. They are only byproducts of hidden piecemeal thoughts stranded in your conscience.
But many great eureka moments were inspired by these dreams. These figments of involuntary imagination. I have been on either side of the fence when it comes to giving importance to my dreams. The ones that are too painful to believe in, I have conveniently tossed out of the memory registry. The ones that give me that extra nudge to push the boundary, I have allowed to impact me.

One such dream was the day when I had the revelation that I was stuck in a a place that was not only impacting me emotionally but was causing physical dagger-in-the-heart kind of pain, even in my sleep. In that moment, I knew I had to move on.

Another such dream was a more recent one.

I dreamt of running barefoot. Gracefully sprinting initially, being aware of the way my feet were touching the ground in every sprint, being aware of the motion of my legs. The pace turned into a fervent run over time...once I knew I had the perfect optimal motion and balance, once I was reassured that I wouldnt cause any damage to my legs. I was relishing the wind. I was breaking the wind with my streamlined posture. I had a deja vu moment in the dream - from the time when I used to compete in the 400 yard sprints in school. I never finished it first, invariably the tallest athletic girl would, but I was always in the first three. In the dream, not too far into the sprinting, I realized I ran past wolves. They were chasing me now. That realization pushed me to perspire and pant. Before I could come up with a game plan, the daylight broke, thanks to my rooster alarm.

The details of the dream keep coming back to every now and then, and I realized how much I have come to enjoy running. It is not about getting fit any more. It is about feeling that wind, as you break through it. It is about pushing the body to its limit. Testing its endurance levels. Feeling the power of those leg muscles in every stride.

My constant companion has been music. Music that pumps your heart even when you are sitting still. Here's one.



The shows is a testament to how awesome Indian music scene is getting as time passes by. I have got to attend the confluence in Leh next year, especially after the Lolla experience, I cant wait to groove to some Indie bands.