Not exactly the obvious

It is ironic that I chose to write (blog is consumerist and is so much the popcorn culture) in the most hazy times of my life.
Some of the greatest musicians make a conscious effort to not to keep their instruments speck free. They let it befriend that few bits of dust on the strings or the membrane. They believe that this brings out the individuality in their music; their idiosyncrasies and their imperfections as humans. If I would extrapolate it – this negativity gives a positive leap to the end result.
I have never preferred calm and solace in my life. Loneliness has forced it upon me. But, today eating my lonely dinner out at this south Indian restaurant certainly got me thinking. I strongly feel that writing a review is self demeaning. It makes one look like a dumb terminal. I have no intention to do the same. But, the pleasant food, classic pictures of the beautiful south Indian yesteryear actress Padmini, sad sad music and the amiable waiters certainly made my dinner worth a million dollars. But, this wouldn’t have been so unexplainably enjoyable without the loneliness in my life. This scratch on the pan actually made the stuff turn out just perfect.