It’s been a couple of days that I have been asking myself,
how did I survive those months without music? May be it was last September-
November, when I actually stopped listening to songs, even if I did hear them I
didn’t enjoy them.
I have been a music person since early years of childhood. I
remember playing music CDs throughout the day during my school holidays. I
solved the algebraic problems, linear equations, trigonometry etc with soft
music playing in the background. The times when I couldn’t listen to the songs,
I would hum to myself. Music was a necessity in my life as a kid.
As a teenager, it treated me well enough. Ear phones tugged
in, volume up and forget the world. I spent most of my years this way. It is
always the music that first attracts me in a song and then the lyrics. If I can
relate to the lyrics then of course the song ends up in my favorites list.
When I couldn’t sleep at night, when I was depressed beyond
expression music gave me comfort, being there for me all the time without
questioning. I have sobbed with a song, laughed with another. There is some
bond which I can never really understand. I do not like all kinds of songs.
Mostly it is the soft, soothing, romantic and the sad ones. The loud music
never really made way to my playlist no matter what my mood is, or may be some
did.
I have been thinking about music a lot recently. Now, I feel
I just can’t live without it. It’s an addiction. I want something or the other
playing all the time in the background. I even enjoy the house cleaning and
cooking with songs playing. It sets an ambiance, ambiance that makes me feel
good about me and I work singing “Tra la
lala la”
Music surely is an escape from reality or sometimes the only
connection. I have used it over the years as an escape. Sometimes it seems that
the only time when I do not listen anything is when I face the reality.
Whatever it is, without music I cannot survive. It is a drug.
After listening to my terrible singing, I had decided not to
sing anymore. In fact every time I hummed, I was reminded of my dreadful song
so I actually stopped humming. But now I am back to humming, doesn’t really
matter if the sur-taal is right or not. I sing because I like to, not in public
but just to myself.
“Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living and above all,
the ones who live without love” –Albus Dumbledore
“Do not pity the
dead. Pity the living and above all, the ones who live without music.” –
Akankshya Abismruta [Hahaha]
Every time I set to write I need complete silence around me.
However tonight songs are playing, with the lowest audible volume though. Music
takes you to an entire new world; it unfolds a layer of you which you hadn’t
known. In all these years I have learnt, to my extremely vulnerable heart…
music is a great company. Music speaks
what cannot be expressed, soothes the mind and gives it rest, heals the heart
and makes it whole, flows from heaven to the soul. Tra la lala la… ♪
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