Mastering 101

Listen to reference track.

Listen to the mix.

While listening to the mix, listen for what needs to come out or hide.

Write down what you need to do.

Then do what you have to do.

Repeat until you're happy and sane.

Now move to RX.

Do phase correction and loudness control.

And bounce. Baby bounce.

Free Writing Sesh

My thoughts are all over the place. I need to collect them and put them in a way that they can help me do things rather than obstruct me from the same.

It’s always best to consult your close ones, and one of my close ones suggested doing a free writing session. It’s such a blessing when your close ones are smart people.

Life is running its course and I’m not lagging. I think. In fact I’m just trying to match up it’s pace. Always have. And am kinda getting out of breathe off and on.

I need to start putting a routine in place. For everything. And there’s lot of things I wanna do this year.

Get good at audio engineering.

Start performing.

Start dating.

Get rip.

That’s not a lot of things actually. 

I think I missed out on a few small ones. 

Making songs, realising them and traveling. 

Will probably reserve these for next year.

That's about it.

TC.

Dear Basic Necessities

Today while having my morning litre of water I thought how crazy it is that water is still cheap. If everyone realised how this less-priced fluid is such a priceless commodity for our body we would definitely see hike in the price of water.

And then I thought.. well, hopefully not. We're still humane over capitalistic. We have laws restricting a raise on basic necessities. I don't know, I'm hoping we do.


Dear basic necessities,


You're the whiff I crave,
smoking sticks and grasses,
then find it on my balcony' flower.

You're the thirst that lingers,
even when I've had cola,
quenched only with water.

You're the love I go out for,
wondering door to door,
then find it at home.

You're simple and beautiful.
You keep me alive, when I can't go on.
You've never been pricey sometime's that's strange. 

I hope you stay the same.
Keep dodging the whips of change.
Keep us all alive. 
Keep us all full of life.

Like my brothers I too forget,
and sometimes I do regret,
the least I could ever do is keep a thought for you.


Love,
your spoilt kid.

Why I am getting into singing-songwriting

I always felt I don't have a very good voice, or rather, I always thought there are so many people with better and more dynamic voice than mine, they should be singing, not me. Even my younger brother has a better voice than mine.

Now I feel every voice is different. And it's a person. When I sing you listen to me not my voice. Also, I feel singing is a great way to say something you'd want to and I do have a few things to say.

I always played the keys, and sang. I'd love to do that as well, but right now I think I am gonna be performing with this 'Faith' acoustic guitar, and see where it goes.


I've had a couple of career journeys all this while, but surprisingly music has always stayed with me. And now I am giving music a shot, that's some crazy feeling.


If nothing more I'll be a better musician, since I am anyway gonna play music all my life. Did I mention I sometimes see I am old, sitting in my beachside cottage and playing a grand piano.

Solitaire 701, Mumbai

Four poor guys living in a mansion,

There’s plenty to eat and laughter infection.

There’s wind enough to blow the set,

And rains just right to keep evenings wet.



We have two more flatmates, one white and one black,

Humblest of all, but if you disturb them they might attack.

So take your chances and go ahead,

Stroke those pussies and see them spread.



Just hear this story, I don’t want attention,

We live in a mansion, did I forget to mention?



We don’t leave home for there’s no place like home,

Also, poor guys have ‘no money’ syndrome.

So eating outside is mostly forbidden,

But we have a staff to cook us chicken.



Sometimes it’s ridiculous and sometimes it’s funny,

We split chapaties penny by penny.

In the honey jar there’s no honey,

But somehow mornings are still sunny.

Maybe it’s because we have three balconies.



Just hear this story, I don’t want attention,

We live in a mansion, did I forget to mention?

Canada, US and Mexico

From San Jose to LA, LA to Detroit, Detroit to Toronto, Toronto to Mumbai, and Mumbai to Delhi. After 31 hours of airtime, I’m home finally.



I always wanted to travel. Travel like they show in the movies. No idea what tomorrow holds, no idea what tonight holds, no idea if I’m gonna be alive next moment.


Real life is different. Or is it?


Real life might be a bit slower than the movies, but it’s equally entertaining if not 100 times more. And I now see it. Some events happen and they make you change your course of life, make you follow the unknown, make you fearless again. And fearless is the name of the game.

Fearless, I start again. More equipped than before, more experienced than before, more me than before.

Scratch from Surf Camp Cerritos, Mexico.

Agar tum nahi ho gulam 
iss pal ke

Karega tumhain kal salam 
khudh chal ke

Agar tumhain bas itna pata

Khushi gum dono sazaa

Dono ka hai apna mazaa

Agar tum nahi ho gulam 
iss pal ke

Karega tumhain kal salam 
khudh chal ke