Not my cup of tea

Music! Music! Music! Boy, I’m stark, raving mad!

If you had asked me what I was going to do for a living, a decade back or thereabout, I would have unwittingly said ‘I want to be a playback singer’ but if the same question is triggered again right away, I’m afraid that’s possible. Since my childhood days, I was fortunate to have been exposed to a variety of songs and umpteen vocalists and singers. I’ve also listened to a lot of artistic works and now I realize that I’ve certainly developed a crave for music. Yes, I have. And know something? On my system, music alone occupies 3/8th(you do the math) of my hard-disk space. That says it all, don’t they?

If you had snooped around my Orkut profile, you would have ascertained that for the column ‘What are the five things you can’t live without?’, I would have responded Music, music, music, music, music, and music. That sounds bloody ridiculous! Yes, I’ve mentioned six things. (I would cease to breathe without music ‘or’ Without music, life would be a mistake, wouldn’t it?) *Chuckles* Hahaha! I certainly feel that weird things are funny, blame my warped sense of humor for that. Regarding my response, now just don’t jump to bloody conclusions thinking I’m a dyslexic or allege that I have problems related to word-blindness. Damn! No!

If my memory serves me correctly, when I was about 3 years old, at the crack of dawn I used to get up and listen to a Hindi song, a peppy number perhaps. That particular song drives me to the edge, I’ve heard it umpteen times on a tape recorder, where the magnetic tape including the tape recorder lasted a very short time because it was endlessly plugged, and finally it let out a savage, barking rhythm which could not exactly be called ‘music’. It was terrifying and it was out of tune and that after being reported as ‘distorted’ the cassette abruptly found its way to the trash bin. It was not music to my ears and my parents started rebuking me. Phew! Poor thing!

Meanwhile, I have this ugly habit of watching reality shows on television. Now blame my parents for that. Idea Star Singer(ISS) is one such show that’s telecasted on Asianet, 5 days in a week. I also have this habit of sitting glued to the television when this programme is aired. It was a fine evening. I was not on speaking terms with anyone and I was in a spot of bother when my father tried to strike up a conversation with me. A conversation that did not and would not happen.

Excerpts from the conversation:

Dad: If you had learned music, even you could have performed there.
Me: Dad, I can’t imagine myself encircled completely by a group of girls, to learn that art.
Dad: Elaborate! Don’t give me lame excuses. What’s your point now?
Me: My point is that, after the programme(singing course), I will not end up mastering the art of singing, I will end up being an ogler or a member of Professional Oglers Of Female Figures(if there is one), instead. POOFF! POOFF! Got it?
Dad: Nonsense! *Blushes*

I agree, that’s all nonsense. I had to give this lame excuse just to save my skin. Yes, when I was 10 years old, at the drop of a hat my parents enrolled me in a singing class. At the beginning, I was reluctant to join but attending the class, thinking of it as a spare-time activity, I decided to give it a go. I found myself among two dozens of pretty girls along with only a handful of guys. Surreptitiously, the strength started to decrease; the boys absconded and I was the only soul to represent my gender. Oh boy, I’m an introvert and how do you expect me to sit in the middle of all this?

Sooner or later, I decided to call it quits. I even had plans to elope with a pretty chick. Oh excuse me, that was for kicks! Now having a craving for music, why shouldn’t I listen to music on my system? I always have someone screaming *’basta la musica!’(Stop the music) That’s more of a dissonance. Err., dissonance? Say what? Now if I take trouble to type in the word ‘music’ and search for the definition in dictionary.com, there are no possibilities that I get in which it matches dissonance. I’m also really fascinated at the number of ‘definitions’ music has. Boy, I’m spell bind. I daresay, music is not dissonance! Boohoo!

Current Favorite Song: Unknown track from Unknown album by unknown artist.

IMPORTANT: If you feel despondent after reading this post and if you want to rejuvenate and perform a terpsichore, listen to all the songs that are numbered here.

Cheers!
Ta!