When you are stuck in bed for days with a fever which is not going away and a cold which literally sucks your energy out and the medicines make you so drowsy, getting a simple sentence assembled in your mind becomes a challenge, there is little one can do.
I am not going to go on about this any further than what I try to do in the time I am spending in the bed. One of the constant companion during this time is Music. There is nothing that puts your mind at ease than music. What I am listening to is what I am going to write about.
Today started with this fantastic article in NY times about the royal family of Oudh. It was a fantastic story with a lots of turns and twists and a lot of sadness tinged into it as well. It was fantastic journalism and the fact that I am reading about it in NY times just tells me the state of journalism here.
One of the things I kept not writing about is 'Game of Thrones'. For the way it killed off the interest to see it in the season eight, basically made me piss off the whole thing. But one of the amazing thing about the whole series is the music that come along with it.
One of the consistent themes of 'Game of Thrones' as a story is the grimness of fate. Nothing lasts forever and everyone dies. Some die when on top and some die unnoticed. But for sure, everyone dies.
Such a morbidness is what is brought out in the music of 'GoT' and what a score it is. This version by the Danish orchestra is mind blowing not just because the guy who starts off by singing the 'Rains of Castamere' looks eerily like a younger version of Tywin Lannister but has the same intensity of his evilness as well. The song has a eerie quality to it as it is sung at every moment of Lannister treachery and bloodiness.
One of the iconic scenes of the entire series - which basically sets the tone of things to come (that is, till the eighth season came along!) - when Daenerys becomes the Mhysa - mother- to her people by freeing them from slavery. The corresponding soundtrack probably is the next favorite.
With all that music flowing between the times, the grimness of the life is in full view of us. There are moments when life gets its bright spots but it is full of grim realities which basically grinds one down.
Lying in the bed, there is nothing but to introspect a lot and I was thinking of Buddha and Mahavira and the way they describe death. Like a candle being blown away or like Gosala says like a ball of string unfurls itself to the end and about crossing the river and also about getting stranded in one bank - what is not attempted, can it be considered done?
Sariputra says somewhere - ‘Life itself is a contradiction because birth is the direct cause , in every single case, of death’
With that cheerful note, enjoy the music..
I am not going to go on about this any further than what I try to do in the time I am spending in the bed. One of the constant companion during this time is Music. There is nothing that puts your mind at ease than music. What I am listening to is what I am going to write about.
Today started with this fantastic article in NY times about the royal family of Oudh. It was a fantastic story with a lots of turns and twists and a lot of sadness tinged into it as well. It was fantastic journalism and the fact that I am reading about it in NY times just tells me the state of journalism here.
One of the things I kept not writing about is 'Game of Thrones'. For the way it killed off the interest to see it in the season eight, basically made me piss off the whole thing. But one of the amazing thing about the whole series is the music that come along with it.
Such a morbidness is what is brought out in the music of 'GoT' and what a score it is. This version by the Danish orchestra is mind blowing not just because the guy who starts off by singing the 'Rains of Castamere' looks eerily like a younger version of Tywin Lannister but has the same intensity of his evilness as well. The song has a eerie quality to it as it is sung at every moment of Lannister treachery and bloodiness.
But then, there are only a few moments of elation in the series itself - it is a tale of treachery and a lot of killing and that leaves one with mothers without sons, wives without husbands, lovers torn apart and that is a plenty of sad moments to go about.
However, Cersei Lannister is no ordinary mother. She can literally light up anything that she thinks is stopping her progeny from getting what they want. The piano score which plays around mostly in almost silent scene where Cersei just waits for her triumph at Red Keep is just plainly haunting.
Lying in the bed, there is nothing but to introspect a lot and I was thinking of Buddha and Mahavira and the way they describe death. Like a candle being blown away or like Gosala says like a ball of string unfurls itself to the end and about crossing the river and also about getting stranded in one bank - what is not attempted, can it be considered done?
Sariputra says somewhere - ‘Life itself is a contradiction because birth is the direct cause , in every single case, of death’
With that cheerful note, enjoy the music..
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