I have a habit of sharing music on my social networks specially on facebook and twitter. I feel that good music should be shared, even if people don't really follow my posts religiously or don't really care. I share new music every other hour, I feel the need to get acquainted with the music that captivates my mind and distracts me from what I am doing. This is what music means to me: I would leave whatever I am doing and soak up the sounds.
Here's a duo who deserves a lot of credit and they are called Kryptic Minds. Definitely the underdogs of dubstep music in its truest form, they have been in the scene going back to dubstep's early days. Kryptic Minds take on the genre is very clinical: their sound can be characterised by dark, deep, industrial soundscapes while still being absolutely bass heavy. Their trademark basslines are unmistakable to anyone who has been following them for years or even for a few months.
This is Kryptic Minds at the legendary Boiler Room takeover. Make no mistake, their sounds are very infectious and will keep you engaged! It's a sonic subliminal assault to the senses. Sit back, skank and enjoy! Big up Kryptic Minds!
All in a
day's work: what does that mean, really? What does that really mean in the
context of Dhaka? People in developed countries complain about traffic, not enough public
transports, standing in the queue, commuting for hours, lack of parks and open
spaces. Well, please come and live in Dhaka for a while and you'll know that
it's more difficult than you think.
Being
a twenty- something working professional who's in his prime and ready to
conquer the world, I feel like I am doing a lot better than before. I want to
say that my mid- twenties crisis is over but one can never be too sure of
something like that. It is tough for me to get up from my cozy bed every
morning as I literally drag myself to get ready. The morning dose of music does
help to get my spirits high since I am not a morning person at all. I actually
thought of plastering my walls with a couple of motivational posters about
waking up early; then I thought to myself that I already have at
least three different kinds of alarms on (one on my phone, one on my laptop and
the ever efficient and timely wake up calls from my parents) so I let that
thought be. So, that was hurdle number one and on most mornings I make it
through and wake up.
#Rusko says to Wake The Fuck Up!
Hurdle
number two: traffic! I don't brace myself to face the traffic; what can I do to
the problem that is hard to describe in words. I am not going to go
over this again, I've written about the abysmal traffic problem in a previous post. So far in my professional career, I've been really blessed with workplaces that were quite close to home. I'd have hated it if I reached all
sweaty every morning before I even reached the floor of my office building. So,
I get in the car with my father who drops me close by to my workplace, put my
headphones on and drown out everything else around me. Occasionally, I can
hear my father freaking out and cursing at idiotic people and cars who
blatantly keep cutting us off in the roads. I could care less: what's the
worst that can happen? At least I'm always buckled up in the front seat!
That's the traffic, no big deal.
So, I’ve
made myself to work without sweating or ingesting too much dust…great success!
Now, the workplace is another circus, the only difference is the circus is
confined between walls and cubicles and the employees are the circus animals. It’s
just a treat to the eyes as well as the ears to watch and see them all full
glory. I am nothing but a silent observer, I don’t enjoy the show obviously; however, I
am just a cruel prisoner who has to go through this everyday. I think we are in
general a nation of people who talk loudly, no matter what the circumstance;
we just can’t talk in a lower register. I think it’s probably because talking loudly
makes us feel important and that we exercise more authority than we think we
have. I just sit at my desk, smile at everyone passing by my cubicle or have a
disinterested look on my face and keep rocking to my playlist with my
headphones on.
Homer says #shutup!
Educating the masses: don't put your feet up on the toilet seat.
Ok, so it’s
almost the end of the work day and I am getting ready to go home or maybe chill
out somewhere. But, where you ask? I’m honestly tired of seeing new cafés and
restaurants popping up everywhere, offering the same kind of uninteresting food.
I’d rather have a drink and by drink I don’t mean having coffee at pretentious
coffee shops with pretentious people crowding those places who can’t wait to
check- in or foursquare their virtual presence. I want to sit outside with my
chilled drink in hand and enjoy live music in the evening. But that’s just
wishful thinking and that’s not going to happen, at least not in my lifetime! Dare
you think of opening a pub and people will be awestruck and stone you with all sorts of
judgment; the same people who’ll probably go home and open up a bottle of
scotch at the comfort of their own homes. So, I get into my running shoes and take
a walk from work instead, occasionally stopping for chips to keep me company
while I eat and observe people.
Take a #walk and do yourself some good.
Alright,
so I’ve reached home after walking for an hour. I thought I’d find it tiring to
walk back home after a long day at work but frankly it’s better than sitting
through hours of traffic for no reason. Reaching home feels like I’ve made it
to sanctuary from the hustle and bustle of city life. City life is not as hyped
up and glamourous as a lot think it to be; city dwellers never have enough time
for anything. The weekend flashes by even before I realise that all I did
was just sleep. I’d like to listen to more music, drink more whisky and cook fabulous
meals for myself. I want to travel and meet my friends (how many I have left)
as often as I can. I do like the city life, just not a fan of the life
that Dhaka force feeds me. I am a nonconformist and a renegade, at least that’s
what I like to think of myself. So, I’m going to do all of those things that I
want to do and console myself by saying, “It’s all in a day’s work, mate!” because
tomorrow is another day. Cheers!
