How the Music feels?

Yeah, you are reading it correctly. It’s not a grammatical or sentence construction error. By this, I didn't mean to say “How do you feel when you listen to Music?” Sorry, nope. That’s the usual stuff. We all feel alive, elated, happy, sad, rocking, calm, excited, and what not.

But, here am asking you guys to think a little beyond the ordinary thinking pattern, just for fun!

I am asking you to personify the Music (“M” capitalized for a reason) in your imaginary world, and ask him/her (no gender bias :-D), how does it feel when it is being played? How does a song feel when it is sung? How does it feel when it is being listened to? How does it feel when it is ignored? When it is booed? When it is applauded? When it is uploaded? When it is downloaded? When it is performed to perfection? When it is killed? (yeah killed by bad “singers”)? The list extends too long.

Well, tough it is, to answer these questions without being Music yourself, so here I am taking liberty to self-assign the role to me on a temporary basis ;-)

Now, I am Music. First of all, I would like to be loved and sung by as many people as possible. But at the same time, I will feel bad if someone kills my “sur” or “taal” (unintentionally though). But also, I will appreciate the effort put in by someone in singing me. I will feel privileged to be played on a goodwala iPod or a high quality digital sound system. At the same time, I will become more melodious on an old radio in the poor’s hut.

I will prefer people to listen to my lyrics and understand it completely. I will be rocking the parties and also healing people’s solitude and sorrows. I will bring rains when sung with devotion. I will feel proud to be a component of a prayer, and essence of love. I will be just like a human in all possible ways but one; in which I will be in a thousands of disguises around people every day every moment, and then still I will be easily identifiable to people J

A GOD's Frustration

One day I was thinking about my own thinking pattern... about things, about changes, about many other things... then I wrote a poem which best described my thought process at that point of time, which was something like this:

When the nights are bright and the sun is cold,

When the hearts are pure and feelings are legit, I will be contented,

When the sun rises in the west, and the moon sings a song,

When the friends are FOREVER and enemies are for-never, I will be contented,

When the praise is real and criticism is sharp,

When the ocean flows into rivers just for a change, I will be contented,

When the seasons switch their routine just for fun,

When I get to be ME, I will be contented.

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That day I went home.. ate and slept.. in my dream, I met an old godly person 10 feet long, white shirt and trousers, black blazer, cool goggles and a french-cut beard.... he could do as a bouncer in any disc if he opted to...

He seemed very noble but a bit frustrated...we introduced each other... He called himself Mr. G and I called myself Mr. H.. (alphabetically we were so close to each other)...

Mr. G was a little mad at me, upon insisting him a little, he explained his share of the frustration, as follows:

“I created water, you needed fire…

I created days to work, you needed nights to rest…

I created winters, you needed summers…

I created love, you needed hatred…

I created light, you needed shadows…”

I interrupted him to try to explain my part... “aa…aa… b..but.t….” He was so annoyed, he told… “No, listen to me first…” and then he continued…

“When I give you beautiful cold, you want to wear sweaters,

When I give you beautiful sun, you want a shelter to hide,

When I give you a heart to love, you want to hate people,

When I give you a beautiful mind, you want to use it for dirty politics,

When I give you a chance to fight the challenges, you want to hide away,

When I signaled you to be satisfied with what you have, you always want something more,

I never wanted you like this”

After he took a pause, I was still trying to process his words… I had an answer to his questions but couldn't tell him for some reason…

I was thinking something like this: “Dear G, being a God, as you are also not free of frustrations, we are but humans, and we have our own set of frustrations… You didn't create few things, but those were the by-products of the good things you created… You expect us to be noble (like you) and we expect others to be noble (like us)…and it is nothing but a chain of expectations…”

Seeing my silence, the agonized, the noble, Mr. G stormed off, and I came back to life from this brief meeting with the divine...... period