SINGING GOOD TIMES...
There is a right time to learn some things in life. Like music. But often this realisation comes so late that a big lump of regret gets stuck in the throat. I have been trying to flush down this pang by restarting my Veena lessons. Since the last one year.
Last week on the occasion of Vijayadasami we initiated our little girl to music too with the hope that Time will be nice to her. Or maybe she will make friends with good times.
A little more elder I was than my girl now, when I got started on my Veena lessons. I owned a Veena when I was 11 years old. I remember my Veena classes vividly but I do not remember what made me chose to learn Veena. There must have been a trigger. Maybe the melancholy of the strings matched my moods then.
But the same instrument is behaving very different with me now. I look forward to attending my class that falls on weekend. It is synonym with happiness. But I am often exhausted by the huge effort that goes into attending them. Sometimes, one of my children might be ill. Or my man would not be home to leave them on somebody's care. Some times, they have exams the next day and my absence during their study time raises many brows. Some days, there is too much cooking to do for dinner.
When there are guests at home, it becomes a task to leave the house unnoticed. If caught in the stealthy move, I tell them I have Veena class and remains mum about the music class that accompanies it. I dislike the mockery in their eyes. What is to learn at 40? Not entering any reality shows!
But I have seen love and approval too. Often by people who have made the same mistake as me and had dropped music or dance classes at a young age and regretting it big time. In my batch, I have a group of women, from teachers to techies, who are in their 30s, who shares the same love to music. When the magnitude of the classical genre reveals its almost divine nature to us, we are sometimes stumped by its depth and dimension. We play the strings and we sing the songs as if we are the best around.
Some times, I try to draw parallels between music and pranayam. By the way the sound `ohm' is split and used in both. The way our breath moves and our lungs spring to life is almost the same. Being a yoga practitioner, I am sometimes overwhelmed.
But the regret is still on. For having turned my face on something so blissful as music when I had all the time in the world. And now trying to taste it when my fingers and vocals are past their prime. And Time is a luxury. Maybe my little girl would walk the path more willingly. And enjoy every moment of it before it is too late.
Last week on the occasion of Vijayadasami we initiated our little girl to music too with the hope that Time will be nice to her. Or maybe she will make friends with good times.
A little more elder I was than my girl now, when I got started on my Veena lessons. I owned a Veena when I was 11 years old. I remember my Veena classes vividly but I do not remember what made me chose to learn Veena. There must have been a trigger. Maybe the melancholy of the strings matched my moods then.
But the same instrument is behaving very different with me now. I look forward to attending my class that falls on weekend. It is synonym with happiness. But I am often exhausted by the huge effort that goes into attending them. Sometimes, one of my children might be ill. Or my man would not be home to leave them on somebody's care. Some times, they have exams the next day and my absence during their study time raises many brows. Some days, there is too much cooking to do for dinner.
When there are guests at home, it becomes a task to leave the house unnoticed. If caught in the stealthy move, I tell them I have Veena class and remains mum about the music class that accompanies it. I dislike the mockery in their eyes. What is to learn at 40? Not entering any reality shows!
But I have seen love and approval too. Often by people who have made the same mistake as me and had dropped music or dance classes at a young age and regretting it big time. In my batch, I have a group of women, from teachers to techies, who are in their 30s, who shares the same love to music. When the magnitude of the classical genre reveals its almost divine nature to us, we are sometimes stumped by its depth and dimension. We play the strings and we sing the songs as if we are the best around.
Some times, I try to draw parallels between music and pranayam. By the way the sound `ohm' is split and used in both. The way our breath moves and our lungs spring to life is almost the same. Being a yoga practitioner, I am sometimes overwhelmed.
But the regret is still on. For having turned my face on something so blissful as music when I had all the time in the world. And now trying to taste it when my fingers and vocals are past their prime. And Time is a luxury. Maybe my little girl would walk the path more willingly. And enjoy every moment of it before it is too late.
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