A colleague after getting plagued with my music shifts from
classic to hard rock & floating
fables about Colonel’s daughter asked me “Do you listen such wired music from
earlier or after Colonel’s daughter left you and you became life-less”.
I
wanted to punch that son of the gun but you know the seniority funda, so I kept
cool and replied “Some people have lives; some people have music.”
Then he
replied : “how come she came to your life , you left music & made her a
habit or you continued to have both and then one day she asked you : Choose me
or Music ”.
I replied “See if she would have asked this question then I would
have replied her ‘People haven't always been there for me but music always
has.’ So there were no questions of choosing one. In fact it was Music which
joined us together , I met her in my childhood days and then when after a gap
of nearly 15 years , I started interacting with her , one day she said ‘You're
like a song that I heard when I was a little kid but forgot I knew until I
heard it again.’ “
Looking at the smile at my face, he said, “So she never said
anything about your wired taste of music”
I replied “Of course she said and I told her this story:
In the forest, there was a crooked tree and a straight tree.
Every day, the straight tree would say to the crooked tree, "Look at
me...I'm tall, and I'm straight, and I'm handsome. Look at you...you're all
crooked and bent over. No one wants to look at you." And they grew up in
that forest together. And then one day the loggers came, and they saw the crooked
tree and the straight tree, and they said, "Just cut the straight trees
and leave the rest." So the loggers turned all the straight trees into
lumber and toothpicks and paper. And the crooked tree is still there, growing
stronger and stranger every day.”
Not convinced that she was once a part of my musical melody,
he said “So, what happened then, why broke up”
I replied “You know Martin Luther king said ‘Nothing in the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and
conscientious stupidity.’ And that’s all, I enjoyed being stupid at that
time.”
He said “that’s fine, but what about your love “
I replied “you know love
never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its
source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and
wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering’s, of tarnishing’s. And that’s what
happened to my case also”
He was getting
convinced that deep down I was broken and I knew I am good in this art. He
asked “So how is life after her”
I replied “Life, I realize, was much like a song. In the beginning there
is mystery, in the end there is confirmation, but it's in the middle where all
the emotion resides to make the whole thing worthwhile.”
Then I realized its my cab time , so left the discussion.
Regards,
Regards,
Aditya deadpan
