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

Is it just about growing up? – inspired by “admirable weirdos”

First thing first, the term "weird" is very relative and can't be defined as such from a single person's perspective…and I take literary freedom to use it as an absolute one…

Talking about literary thing... only after meeting one such admirable weirdo, I started feeling myself as a good writer… thought often that I can barely read only few pages of a novel or something… I am not a good "reader", then how can I be a "writer"… "Good writer" whoa… that's a farther thing… I kept on writing few things for myself, but could not find answer to the "non-reader-can-be-a-writer" mystery, until one fine morning when stroke upon me a beautiful logic – something like this which follows:
There are two categories of peoples, not exclusive though – Type 1: Readers and Type 2: Writers… few people are excluded from both categories, few included in anyone and few included in both the categories… both are complimentary to each other…
As a matter of fact, I get bored reading long things from even a good writer, probably because I am not a good reader or probably it doesn't interest me at all…but on the contrary, I can write coz it is interesting to me… so I happily accept the “writer” tag and leave the boring (readers please pardon me ;-) ) reading task to the "courageous"… Nevertheless, I also feel that combination of both in a single person is obviously a good one…
That was about quite a longer than usual intro kind of thing… but am sure you belong to the brave reader category… so please hold on… just coming to the point………………

When I think about a clock or time for that matter (even before the invention of clocks - well, let's stick to the clock as a metaphor)… it is the only instrument which ticks constantly, and generates a non-stop music that reminds us that the universe is still in existence… ever heard of a clock going for a lunch break, tea party, or a day off, or Christmas vacation or summer break?... ever heard of a clock keeping two minutes of silence for the dead, ever heard of a clock chilling out or mourning… or being tired?... Nopes… it is the pace of clock, pace of time, which is the pace of life… and it goes on…
And with that constant background ticking, we meet many people in life… few "hats-off-to-you dude" kind, few "aw-yucks" types, few "pity-on-you" kind, few "love-you-a-lot" kind, and even few "man-you-really-suck" types, few "funny-ass dumbos", few "respectables", few "spectables", few "beatables", few "eatables", few "arrogant geniuses" and few "admirable weirdos"..
Among all these, I learn life, I understand things little more every time, and more than anything, I learn myself a little more at depth…
I earn respect, I earn humiliation, I earn a beautiful friend, I earn a beautiful idol of worship…
I laugh, I get laughed at…
I get tempted, I get cared, I get loved, I get hated, I get broken, I get joined back again… it goes on…
In the middle of this thoughtfulness… I always get two types of options... Type 1: whether to learn from the past and be wise, act wise, GROW UP, and in the process, lose the essence of life... OR Type 2: to live the other way… stop trying to predict… fall for love again whenever I get a chance to… give it a go… and live the same thing again with a new flavor every time with a little more wisdom…

I mostly prefer Type 2… and I see these two types as exclusive of each other… How much ever smart or pragmatic a man would be, he cannot optimize and blend these two ways of life… has to select only one code of life, live by that, thereby be saved from the disadvantages of the other one, forego the benefits of the other one, and enjoy the foolishness which lies in the chosen path... Yep, I mean that's the way… it isn't just about growing up… fair enough, fair enough…!!!

The Beginning...

In our day-to-day lives, often do we come across peculiarities of life which we can choose to either think upon or ignore... That's really up to an individual, and most of the "common" people safely learn to ignore them...

Most of the times, I also do belong to the same clan – until the time I come across a thought with which I feel like spending my quality time... And then I feel although it is smart, most of the times, to ignore small-small things, it can really be interesting if I analyze those little things... And it is where my journey of writing begins....!!!