Well, it happened. I skipped a day in my one-post-per-day challenge. It was bound to happen. But it only happened because I was busy doing actual work, so I guess it's a good thing I was focused on that at least.

I will be working on an assignment until Monday, so I think I'll take a break from the one-post-per-day aspect of this blogging project and just post if any art or music happens to come up in this last week of break. I guess this is the "end" of the challenge - nearly 20 days in a row. Not bad!

Thanks for following along! :) And thanks for the kind words you had - it makes me happy to know that some of my posts have inspired readers to go do something creative themselves, and it's really encouraging to know that my art and music is appreciated! I definitely will be blogging more (than none) from now on, since this challenge got me in the habit of just thinking about things to create, write about and share.

My Funny Valentine

Here's a recording of a version of My Funny Valentine that I arranged in the jazz ensemble at school that I've been a part of for the past three semesters. I hope you enjoy this unique take on the classic! The song starts at 31:30, but feel free to also watch other jazz ensembles' performances from the fall semester in the video.

I'm A Belieber...

NEW COVER!

Every once in a while at school or at home, I pick up an old piece from my piano repertoire and try to see how much I remember or how much I can revive -- since I don't know how long it will be before I find time to practice again if I were to start something new. Plus, playing stuff I technically already know but still have to do some work to remember is pretty fun.

About a week ago I went back to "Zapateado" from Joaquin Turina's 3 Danzas Andaluzas, Op. 8, which was one of my favorite pieces. Here's a recording of day 2 on this piece this week (today).



Messy messy messy! I apologize for how rough of a run this is - I cut it off because it was getting a bit tooo ugly. Just more to work on the next time I pick it up again, though!

Rhapsody No. 2 - for flute and piano

In the spirit of throwbacks, here's photos of me and my sister and me doing musical stuff. Circa low-2000's

Rhapsody No. 1

A cool closeup of piano pegs I took spring 2015

City Of Night

This semester I entered a contest hosted by the Davis Museum at Wellesley College called "Mash-Up", where students are asked to create a derivative artwork of any type (performance, visual, written), based on an object from the museum's collection. The chosen work this semester was one of Monet's Waterloo Bridge paintings (below). I entered with an improvisational solo piano piece, and was chosen to play it in the museum! Someday I'll make an audio recording of it...for now please enjoy the video of the performance above!

The Composition

Couldn't buy a piano, so I bought the only Uke I could find in Jaipur! Hindi covers coming up :)

I bet you’ve forgotten that this blog exists! I’m not too surprised that I haven’t posted anything until 6 weeks into the program, but I’ve also often felt disappointed at myself for it. Every weekend I would realize another week has passed without any progress on the blog, and it would bother me until the next weekend, when I realized yet another week had passed.

Recently, a similar occurrence revealed to me a quite hindering flaw I often struggle with. On Saturday, I had a late start to the day, and wanted to make the most of the 7 or so hours I had left to go out into the city. But because of technology failures, transportation arrangements, and general circumstances, I was left in a state of limbo, waiting for nearly 3 hours to go meet a friend. I had felt like I couldn't start any work because I was expecting her call at any moment, and hours flew out the window as I tried and failed to contact her. By the time I broke my cyclical logic and decided on a low-time-commitment-productive thing to do while waiting, I finally received her call and had to leave. Those hours of nothingness, unable to make myself productive or useful, were unbearably frustrating. I confess that I was nearly in tears by the end of it.

I'm a compulsive workaholic, or productivity-a-holic (if that’s a thing?) in that way. Any period of time must be dedicated to some goal or task. At the end of it, I want change, progress, action — some sign of efficiency measured in terms of my original goal, ideally in a tangible, perceptible form. This explains a lot about my working habits and my time management, which actually often work against my productivity. (It might even explain my lifelong affinity for art and music - more on this can be saved for another post!) Especially now, as I spend limited, school-funded time in India, I have the constant feeling that all time is precious and must be juiced for productivity.

With this mindset, I often get stuck like I did this past Saturday; my mind was so set on leaving the house to explore the city, it was hard for me to step back and think of other creative ways to occupy my time stuck at home. Similarly, coming into this summer program, I wanted this blog to be a concrete measure of efficiency, thinking that an audience would make me more motivated to keep up the blog, and that its multimedia nature provided room for creativity. Focused on this, my failure to update it has made me feel like I've fallen short of my potential. What I’ve come to realize is that in reality, my productivity this summer, whether in language learning or in time spent, can take many unexpected forms, as long as I choose to see them.

For instance, at halfway through the AIIS program a few weeks ago, me being me, I was suddenly struck with the (irrational) feeling that I’ve done nothing really, and perhaps I’ll go home from this program having done nothing! (Not literally, but more literally than you think) As a student living in the host country of the language I'm studying, everything from health, classes, homework, housework, the people around me, and the city around me, becomes an ordinary part of daily living. It feels like I'm just doing what's necessary to get by, not accomplishing anything notable. Furthermore, it doesn't help that AIIS hasn't given us a way to track our language progress in any tangible form, and that I keep focusing on my inadequate blogging.

In reality, so much has been happening both intellectually and experientially in small, but many ways. To start, I’ve been riding my bike to and from school, and after fearing for my life a handful of times in the Indian city traffic, I conquered my nerves and got the hang of it. I’ve travelled to two other cities and visited a few NGO’s. I've been improving in Hindi subtly while bargaining everyday out of necessity with countless shop owners or rickshawalas (rickshaw drivers), staring at the TV during dinner, or just hearing the language around me. I've been able learn from way more people than I ever have in India by just having the confidence to approach someone in Hindi, rather than just English. I’ve had some deep, meaningful conversations with the kind of friends I didn't know I was missing.

In short, I've realized that it's always easier for me to identify when I've failed at the goals I had in mind for myself, than when I've improved or achieved in a way I hadn't been looking out for. It just happens to be that I tend set rather specific goals, and become fixated on them -- like this blog. These two months, I’ve been taking notes on so many thoughts about privilege, tourism, anthropology, religion, language, etc… that I haven’t been able to properly, concisely package for the blog just yet, but will in a couple of weeks when the program ends. While I have felt that not updating this blog as frequently as I hoped was a failure on my part, I’ve also now recognized that I’m in control of my definition of productivity. So, sorry (not sorry) for the delay! (But do enjoy the music :) )