Music and me
Music is among few things which fascinate me a lot and music is among few hobbies which I can not resist to enjoy it. I cannot stay quite even for a moment without singing or listening music whenever I get free time. Without music I couldn’t imagine how color less would be my life. How would have I passed those boring moments, those moments when most of the time my eyes used to be full of tears, those moments of celebration, those moments of loneliness, those of moments of guilt , those moments of satisfaction and dissatisfaction, in every moments of my life I get music by my side. Without music my life is not complete.
I think music flows on my vein, bit with my heart and reside inside my brain. When I remember, I used to sing and listened music since my early childhood. I used to sing loudly while walking in the road , in side classroom , inside bedroom, inside bathroom, outside in the jungle , in the river , in the play ground , I used to sing every where, with the same loud voice, people used to see me, but I didn’t ….
I remember one incident; it was when I used to study on grade 3. At those time and after that time, till I joined college, I frequently used to go to my Mama’s house. Mama’s house was very favorite for me, I didn’t missed any Friday/ Saturday and any holidays, even a Teej, on which festival only girl means to go to their Mama’s home.
In my Mama’s village I was very popular, every body in that village used to know me as ‘Bishow ko bhanja’ and ‘purushottam ko bhanja’ taking my mama’s name. I was little pretty boy with grayish curly hair with white face. I used to wear half paints and t- shirts with sandal in my feet and gold rings in my ear. Some used to call me ‘munre’ since I used to wear ear ring on my ears, some used to call me ‘kaile’ because I had grayish hair and some used to call me ‘gore’ because of my face. I used to feel very nice when they call me by such name and take me by their side with love.
One morning, I was walking thro the (mama’s) village road, I just began to sing loudly when I was just passing by one villager’s home. He had a buffalo which used to give about 6 liter of milk in each time, he was nearly finishing milking his buffalo, but with my sudden loud sound of singing made that buffalo scared and then buffalo tried to run, at that time the villagers couldn’t control himself and the bucket of milk, all the milk get spilled. Than, he came out from buffalo hut shouting with angry face, saying, ‘who is that naughty boy? Made my all milk spilled!’ He was saying many other things on anger which I didn’t understand. But I ran away immediately, with feelings of amusement. I was feeling very happy, laughing to myself by remembering the incident and thinking it was very funny. I told that incident to all my friends, and they all laughed very much.
After playing all the day with friend, I returned at the end of day to mama’s house, but the home was like not as usual. Grand ma used to ask me for khaja and my mama and aunty used take me to the tape to wash my body, grandpa used to ask me what had I done that day , where and which places I went to play. But that day , grandma didn’t asked me for khaja, grandpa didn’t asked bout my day, and my mama and aunt didn’t take me to bath, no body was caring me.. I felt so sad, I used to see on their face , but their face seems to different than usual, when I try to talk with them also they didn’t used to respond me. Then my mama scolded me saying,” why did you sing so loudly in the road? Couldn’t you sing in the small voice, it’s because you singing! The buffalo’s of ‘Shrikanta’ scared and all the milk got spilled and he couldn’t take milk to his customer!!! Now pay him the money of milk you spilled!!” And others in the mama house also began to scold me, they all were angry with me because that man came to mama’s house and complained about me.
At that evening every body scolded me, so I felt very bad, and I went to sleep without washing my body and without taking food. Later, mama, grandma, grandpa every body came to me and ask me to have food , but I refused , rather I started weeping and said “I will tell all these to my father and he will scold u every body and I wont come to your home and your village never”. How much they insisted I didn’t go to take food, when I fell in sleep I didn’t know. Later in the morning I was in the lap of my grandma, she was embracing me, touching my face gently, and kissing me frequently. By my side there was a cup of milk, which my grandma asked me to drink. I hadn’t forgotten the yesterday’s incident, but I was so hungry that I drank that milk in one shallow and I took another one also. Again every body came by my side and they tried to make me happy by saying different jokes and funny things and my grandma said that, she will make my favorite dish for the launch.
But that day and for the next many days I remained very quite, for the first few days I didn’t go to play with my friend and I didn’t sing .. Slowly I started to go to play with my friend, and began to sing but with small voice. With days passing my volume of singing increases slowly and I started to sing as usual. Yes, I started singing again in loud voice every where but I used to stop singing completely whenever I pass nearby that villager’s house.
I think music flows on my vein, bit with my heart and reside inside my brain. When I remember, I used to sing and listened music since my early childhood. I used to sing loudly while walking in the road , in side classroom , inside bedroom, inside bathroom, outside in the jungle , in the river , in the play ground , I used to sing every where, with the same loud voice, people used to see me, but I didn’t ….
I remember one incident; it was when I used to study on grade 3. At those time and after that time, till I joined college, I frequently used to go to my Mama’s house. Mama’s house was very favorite for me, I didn’t missed any Friday/ Saturday and any holidays, even a Teej, on which festival only girl means to go to their Mama’s home.
In my Mama’s village I was very popular, every body in that village used to know me as ‘Bishow ko bhanja’ and ‘purushottam ko bhanja’ taking my mama’s name. I was little pretty boy with grayish curly hair with white face. I used to wear half paints and t- shirts with sandal in my feet and gold rings in my ear. Some used to call me ‘munre’ since I used to wear ear ring on my ears, some used to call me ‘kaile’ because I had grayish hair and some used to call me ‘gore’ because of my face. I used to feel very nice when they call me by such name and take me by their side with love.
One morning, I was walking thro the (mama’s) village road, I just began to sing loudly when I was just passing by one villager’s home. He had a buffalo which used to give about 6 liter of milk in each time, he was nearly finishing milking his buffalo, but with my sudden loud sound of singing made that buffalo scared and then buffalo tried to run, at that time the villagers couldn’t control himself and the bucket of milk, all the milk get spilled. Than, he came out from buffalo hut shouting with angry face, saying, ‘who is that naughty boy? Made my all milk spilled!’ He was saying many other things on anger which I didn’t understand. But I ran away immediately, with feelings of amusement. I was feeling very happy, laughing to myself by remembering the incident and thinking it was very funny. I told that incident to all my friends, and they all laughed very much.
After playing all the day with friend, I returned at the end of day to mama’s house, but the home was like not as usual. Grand ma used to ask me for khaja and my mama and aunty used take me to the tape to wash my body, grandpa used to ask me what had I done that day , where and which places I went to play. But that day , grandma didn’t asked me for khaja, grandpa didn’t asked bout my day, and my mama and aunt didn’t take me to bath, no body was caring me.. I felt so sad, I used to see on their face , but their face seems to different than usual, when I try to talk with them also they didn’t used to respond me. Then my mama scolded me saying,” why did you sing so loudly in the road? Couldn’t you sing in the small voice, it’s because you singing! The buffalo’s of ‘Shrikanta’ scared and all the milk got spilled and he couldn’t take milk to his customer!!! Now pay him the money of milk you spilled!!” And others in the mama house also began to scold me, they all were angry with me because that man came to mama’s house and complained about me.
At that evening every body scolded me, so I felt very bad, and I went to sleep without washing my body and without taking food. Later, mama, grandma, grandpa every body came to me and ask me to have food , but I refused , rather I started weeping and said “I will tell all these to my father and he will scold u every body and I wont come to your home and your village never”. How much they insisted I didn’t go to take food, when I fell in sleep I didn’t know. Later in the morning I was in the lap of my grandma, she was embracing me, touching my face gently, and kissing me frequently. By my side there was a cup of milk, which my grandma asked me to drink. I hadn’t forgotten the yesterday’s incident, but I was so hungry that I drank that milk in one shallow and I took another one also. Again every body came by my side and they tried to make me happy by saying different jokes and funny things and my grandma said that, she will make my favorite dish for the launch.
But that day and for the next many days I remained very quite, for the first few days I didn’t go to play with my friend and I didn’t sing .. Slowly I started to go to play with my friend, and began to sing but with small voice. With days passing my volume of singing increases slowly and I started to sing as usual. Yes, I started singing again in loud voice every where but I used to stop singing completely whenever I pass nearby that villager’s house.
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 |  Great, Fantastic story and very nicely written. It is so vivid and niely flown (I guess it is just like your music and concept of it). Everybody have their own story to tell and so do I. But very few write it and even very less people write it in such a nice flow. It was so nostalgic for me to remember my childhood adventures while going through your blog. Excellent. Keep up the good work. Best wishes, mati |
Posted 21-12-2007 at 05:12 AM by Mati  Updated 21-12-2007 at 05:16 AM by Mati |
| |  Hi nature it was cool to hear about your childhood n music that pierced your soul. Music indeed spreads color to life n is certainly the fiow of energy. Music could b the very best fren of introvert. so vast so deep so pleasent n colorful yap the beauty of music and shine it puts in our very life |
| Posted 04-04-2008 at 05:17 AM by giriaashish |
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