My life, my music
Music it opens to me a world full of happiness and delight. I often forget myself and enjoy that marvellous world which I am not ready to share with others (Am I too selfish?). A life filled with music or rather, a musical life is what I wish for. Every morning I would like the sweet chirping of the robins, sunbirds and the melodious song of the magpie to wake me up. I was gifted with such a perfect morning when I was at Mookambika last year. I would always have in my memory that incredible morning which was filled with sweet songs of birds and the gurgling sound of the Souparnika river. I've always longed for, and still long for, such a morning. But this city life has never presented me a suitable morning fulfilling my wishes.
I would like my breakfast time to be enriched with the musical company of Balabhaskar and his "Confusion" band. Their cheerful and merry company would compensate for the sandwiches and orange marmalade, which are my favourites.
When I reach school, the welcoming song that I wish for is a sweet melody of Jesudas and Chitra. This would keep my mind fresh so that I could begin my school hours with great enthusiasm. (I would like those songs to be played in the break hours too as they would not only entertain me but also make me prepared to begin the next session of studies.) Standing in line at the school assembly, I hear "Humko manki shakthi dena" of "Guddi". I see not my friends with folded hands on the dais but I see Guddi entering the prayer hall with a mischievous smile.
After returning from school, I would like my TV to offer me the company of Westlife and Backstreet Boys who would enlighten my spirits with their dazzling music while I lie on the couch in the living room preferably with a burger and a bottle of coke in my hands. This would be the most suitable refreshment for my mind after those long hours of continuous studies.
Then, during dusk a Meera bhajan of Lata Mangeshkar or any other devotional song by this queen of music would be perfect. (Not the roaring noise of a mixie or a grinder from next door.)
I wish to decorate my dinner time with the melodious, sweet voices of Sonu Nigam and new-comers like Kalyani. Their melodies would bloom roses in my heart and the fragrance would spread and envelope the entire night.
And, of course, such a perfect day must end with me in the balcony all alone in the company of Hariharan and his "wandering soul". But when I doze of from slumber to deep sleep, it is nothing other than mummy's lullaby that I wish to welcome as an echo in my ears.
Anagha Vinod, X
Thiruvananthapuram: Carmel Girls' H.S. School
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