Ah, youth!
As I write this piece, my latest favourite plays over my little Bluetooth
speaker. This leads me to reflect upon these soft tendrils of music that
communicate so much yet so subtly.
Even from
childhood, first there were the lullabies, singing which our parents gently
lulled us into sleep, then the poems, even the mathematical tables were part
music.
Then
there’s the cadence of nature. The pitter-patter of season’s first raindrops on
the dusty windowsill, the gentle cooing of the pigeons, the early morning
racket of the birds, the thundering of the waterfall and the gentle bubbling of
a fresh water spring, the rustling of the green leaves overhead and the dry
leaves crackling underfoot.
Music has a
strange nature. A powerful tool, it communicates feelings stronger than words
can. And it is sound that makes memories indelible. The sound of someone's
trinkets early in the morning, the sound of the doodhwalla's cycle
bringing a singing merry man, the sound of the radio blaring with the early
morning prasar bharti, the sound of the lunchboxes being prepared by
caring mommies and daddies, early morning background sounds that communicate
normalcy, whose absence evokes a strange feeling of missing something yet being
unable to place what it is.
A mutual
love for a song is like a soul connection. The mutual enjoyment of something as
subtle as music conveys a bond deeper than just the periphery.
And it is
with some sounds that feelings are associated. The sound of the school bell
still evokes that exhilaration of the classes being over, a loved one's voice,
hearing which reassures the heart.
And when
talking of sound, how can we not say anything about silence. The silence that
proceeds a big moment, the awkward silence of forced conversations, the
comfortable silence of beautiful company, the silence that accompanies the
dawn, the pause before an answer, for often that one pause says more than the
answer does, the silence of solitude, the most beautiful of all.
There’s a
certain music to all of us too. The way you speak is music in itself, the way
you express, the way you choose to live your life is the music that best
expresses you. For each one of us is a beautiful song sung out to the world.
Only the ones who truly love us understand and appreciate our music. But
there’s no need to change your own unique song to be understood by all. The
right people will certainly be able to hear you for YOU. For,
“You
gotta make your own kind of music
Sing
your own special song
Make
your own kind of music
Even if
nobody else sings along.”
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