the hobbyist

more often than not travellers who return home tell tales of adventure into foreign lands, exotic cultures and strange accents twisting and turning between unfamiliar faces.

of late, this process of discovery and revelation that my senses had the fortune of experiencing have been applied to the plethora of interests i take, from the urge to play the drums to learning a new language.

whichever subject of interest i take, beneath the forums and web pages of "japanese for beginners" and "want to drum like a pro? start here!" there are sprawling metropolis like communities, who share the same love and speak in a familiar yet unfamiliar language, like tourist guides, they generously offer truckloads of information, where to go! what to see! how much to pay!

this is where i draw parallels where diving into a new hobby is like visiting a new country, and inherent in that, a rush of excitement overwhelms me – action is needed! there is a compulsory requirement to purchase equipment and other associated tools to ready me for the journey ahead; a drum kit, soccer boots, japanese lessons, whatever it takes!

apparatuses for total immersion!





i guess where i fail is, commitment - i.e. nice place to visit, wouldn’t want to live here though.