MUSIC. A word so small, yet so enormous in its power. MUSIC. Something that conveys exactly what you're feeling, when you yourself have no idea what's going on in your head. MUSIC. Something that is so complex, yet so very simple, at the same time. MUSIC. A word that has different linguistic terms, but still manages to strike a chord with any person, irrespective of the tongue they speak. And isn't it amazing how so many different sounds and noises amalgamate with each other, and something so beautiful is created, that it touches your heart? MUSIC. So technical, yet so full of emotion.
I am not a musician. I haven't even learnt music, and I am a nobody to comment on the intricacies and minute details of the greatest songs. I personally think, that in a way, it also makes me incapable of appreciating a lot of musical genius, because I don't have the ear to understand music, in a way that most learnt people do. And that means missing out on a lot of stuff. But, then I have always believed that my life is a song. I have believed that Music is Life, and Life is Music. And maybe the purpose of all our lives, is to find the right tune, and it is a process that begins from the moment we're born. And the music in our lives, is never constant. It changes, it evolves, it maybe takes an extra long pause or a drop, but it never stops, till the very end. And music isn't just noises and voices. It is in your soul, it is in your way of life. There has to be a balance in life, to keep it going. There is a harmony in the tiniest of things we do. We are orchestrated to function in a particular manner. We train ourselves to synchronize everything. There is music in every breath you take.
There's music that makes you happy beyond limits. A child's first cry is music to the mother's ears. Tell me you don't sense the rhythm in the falling of raindrops on your window! Birds chirping on a beautiful morning while you're walking, with autumn leaves getting crushed under you feet. Can't you marvel at the beauty of all of this?! Church bells in the distance, children giggling, footsteps in a large empty room, the sound of water being sprinkled on a hot frying pan, the voice of a person whom you miss, a thunderous applause after a performance, someone's laughter, a mother's lullaby, and I can go on about this for a thousand years, and yet not get tired. Then there are a few people, who bring music into your life. Some people add meaning to your life. The same can be said about a few incidents, that change you forever. It's like finding a melody in your disorganized set, and before you know it, everything in your life is falling in perfect rhythm. To sum it up and quote Coldplay, "And I could write a song, a hundred miles long.
And then there's music that hits you right in the lacrimal glands and all the spots that hurt. Music that destroys you. Music that isn't music anymore. Music where you want to throw the player out of the window, or break the CDs or do anything that would just stop the damn song. That's when the music becomes a noise. Someone crying, a car crash, vases being thrown in anger, the siren of an ambulance at an accident site, a teacher yelling, the noise of a wooden stick against your skin, a helpless yelp, and you would do anything to make all of it stop. Sometimes, there's comfort in the darkness of the tunes. Tragedy breeds the best songwriters, and before you know, all your pain is a heart-wrenching ghazal. Or maybe you'll get out of it alive, and it might all turn into a motivational song. Maybe it will all be like the climax of Whiplash, where life is the toughest teacher, like, JK Simmons, that puts you down, humiliates you, and brings out the worst in you. But then you, like Miles Teller, learn from him, cry, breakdown, face public embarrassment, and then rise. Stronger and harder, better than you've ever been before, and play the best set of your life, and hit it back in the face so hard, that you end up surprising your own life. Excellence is all that matters, and you and your life drown yourselves into the greatness, that is music.
And trust me, you can never shut the music out, as long as you're alive. The tempo might change from time to time. Sometimes it's all so fast that it drives you crazy. Some days, it'd be so slow that you'd want to push it. Everything will keep arranging, and rearranging itself from time to time. And you may not always have control over it. The voice of your own soul will be like the bass, barely audible and something that you yourself won't always recognize or might just forget to notice. Sometimes, there will be a bass-drop, and you will hear nothing at all. But eventually, you will stop giving in to sensationalism, and develop your own taste and you will learn to appreciate the nuances of it all.
I am not a musician. I haven't even learnt music, and I am a nobody to comment on the intricacies and minute details of the greatest songs. I personally think, that in a way, it also makes me incapable of appreciating a lot of musical genius, because I don't have the ear to understand music, in a way that most learnt people do. And that means missing out on a lot of stuff. But, then I have always believed that my life is a song. I have believed that Music is Life, and Life is Music. And maybe the purpose of all our lives, is to find the right tune, and it is a process that begins from the moment we're born. And the music in our lives, is never constant. It changes, it evolves, it maybe takes an extra long pause or a drop, but it never stops, till the very end. And music isn't just noises and voices. It is in your soul, it is in your way of life. There has to be a balance in life, to keep it going. There is a harmony in the tiniest of things we do. We are orchestrated to function in a particular manner. We train ourselves to synchronize everything. There is music in every breath you take.
There's music that makes you happy beyond limits. A child's first cry is music to the mother's ears. Tell me you don't sense the rhythm in the falling of raindrops on your window! Birds chirping on a beautiful morning while you're walking, with autumn leaves getting crushed under you feet. Can't you marvel at the beauty of all of this?! Church bells in the distance, children giggling, footsteps in a large empty room, the sound of water being sprinkled on a hot frying pan, the voice of a person whom you miss, a thunderous applause after a performance, someone's laughter, a mother's lullaby, and I can go on about this for a thousand years, and yet not get tired. Then there are a few people, who bring music into your life. Some people add meaning to your life. The same can be said about a few incidents, that change you forever. It's like finding a melody in your disorganized set, and before you know it, everything in your life is falling in perfect rhythm. To sum it up and quote Coldplay, "And I could write a song, a hundred miles long.
Well that's where I belong, and you belong with me.
And I could write it down, or spread it all around
Get lost and then get found."
And that's when you know, that this part is tricky, and won't be very easy to play. But it's very rare that we get things right in the first go. The first attempt is mostly a failure. So what do we do? We practice. And eventually, we will get it right. Well, almost.
And then there's music that hits you right in the lacrimal glands and all the spots that hurt. Music that destroys you. Music that isn't music anymore. Music where you want to throw the player out of the window, or break the CDs or do anything that would just stop the damn song. That's when the music becomes a noise. Someone crying, a car crash, vases being thrown in anger, the siren of an ambulance at an accident site, a teacher yelling, the noise of a wooden stick against your skin, a helpless yelp, and you would do anything to make all of it stop. Sometimes, there's comfort in the darkness of the tunes. Tragedy breeds the best songwriters, and before you know, all your pain is a heart-wrenching ghazal. Or maybe you'll get out of it alive, and it might all turn into a motivational song. Maybe it will all be like the climax of Whiplash, where life is the toughest teacher, like, JK Simmons, that puts you down, humiliates you, and brings out the worst in you. But then you, like Miles Teller, learn from him, cry, breakdown, face public embarrassment, and then rise. Stronger and harder, better than you've ever been before, and play the best set of your life, and hit it back in the face so hard, that you end up surprising your own life. Excellence is all that matters, and you and your life drown yourselves into the greatness, that is music.
And trust me, you can never shut the music out, as long as you're alive. The tempo might change from time to time. Sometimes it's all so fast that it drives you crazy. Some days, it'd be so slow that you'd want to push it. Everything will keep arranging, and rearranging itself from time to time. And you may not always have control over it. The voice of your own soul will be like the bass, barely audible and something that you yourself won't always recognize or might just forget to notice. Sometimes, there will be a bass-drop, and you will hear nothing at all. But eventually, you will stop giving in to sensationalism, and develop your own taste and you will learn to appreciate the nuances of it all.
So, take a deep breath, sit back, and put on your imaginary headphones. Shut it all out, close your eyes and take a second to appreciate the music of silence. Ladies and gentlemen, I now present to you, BEATS, BY YOUR HEART.
