Music

Udaipur, City of Lakes, Lake Pichola, City Palace

Instruments laid out for a sunset music performance at Lake Pichola, Udaipur

I cannot remember a time when I was not surrounded by music. Amma, my mother and a trained musician, always had a song on her lips. She would often be joined by Appa, my father, who though not a formally trained musician, was very knowledgeable about music. Though I have learnt music formally, it is the informal learning that I have imbibed over the years that drives my instinctive passion for music.

Music is a quiet passion for me. It is a passion of the heart and one that I prefer not to talk about or get into discussions on the merits or demerits of one system of music over another system for music, or one singer over another. I cannot also explain or rationalise why I like one form of music and dislike another. All I know is that some music does not affect me while others touch my heart, nay soul, like the ones listed below.

My “now” song: This is a song that is stuck in my head. And just refuses to go away. For some time at least. The “now” song could be a song, an instrumental piece, a jingle, etc. and the “nowness” (pardon my English here) could be for any length of time.

2 thoughts on “Music

    • Welcome here, AJ Mithra, and thank you so much for stopping by and commenting. Music is music and it lies in the ears of the listener. Which is why there is acid rock as well as classical music. :-) I loved the music you have created with the birdsong and what a coincidence, a friend posted the same video on her FB page as well today.

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