The Moon is a Harsh Mistress

Good music, writing, art, ideas... stay away from them. They are brutal killers.

All subtle art is cruel. It seduces, entraps and regresses you, and all the while makes you believe that you were lucky to have the perspicacity to appreciate the finer points of the world around you.

But when you listen to that momentary sleight of notes in a stupid piece of jazz or read a clever twist of words in a book, your mind and heart pains and aches, and longs for something larger than the sum of everything you are. It kills me.

Oh, and by the way, to maintain the continuity in my previous post, I won the Oktatabyebye contest and had a vacation of a lifetime traveling from Delhi to Manali, Keylang, Leh, Pangong Lake, Nubra Valley, Kargil, Drass, Srinagar, Gulmarg and back to Delhi. I blogged about it on the Oktatabyebye website. My blogs have now been broken into destination-specific travelogues on the website. A big thanks to Webchutney and Makemytrip for giving me this larger than life experience!