Don't know why but I am in this spree of remembering old times -especially music,the songs I heard,the ones I danced on,the ones that made me smile , cry ,laugh.
I guess the most amazing thing about music that is evergreen is that you can somehow always remember the first time you heard the song ,the people you heard it with ,the moment it hit you -the moment you fell in love with it .
I have had many such moments that I treasure and I can still relive each of those .
A point in example is the time when I heard Baz Luhermann's Everybody Loves Sunscreen. I guess I was in my teens that time and was pretty much hooked onto the new ,teen fad of watching MTV and Star World-whether or not I understood everything that was telecasted back then.
And so on a very normal day after school I heard this song.It hit me immediately .So much so that I waited for it to come on MTV just so that I could memorize the name of the singer and the album . As soon as I got hold of that... I had the tape with me and then I heard it over and over again.
The moment I cannot forget is that I heard with my mum next to me . I remember how she kept telling me -"zaib ,this song is written just for you". That smile on her pretty face ,that spark in her eyes ,that happiness , that look as if she wanted to tease me ,the way she came and pulled my cheeks-I can remember all of it. I recall feeling angry and annoyed back then .
You always remember these little things later and it's sure to bring a smile to your countenance. :)
The thing about time is somethings you detest at some point in time-things that annoy you,test your limits,your patience ...and somehow later on in life you begin to love the same things .You begin to love your destiny for making you go through it.
Like they say that the best thing about time is that no matter how tough it is, it passes. And the worst thing about it is that when it passes, it doesen't come back
Here are some parts of the song-
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth;oh nevermind;
you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourselfand recall in a way you can’t grasp now
how much possibility laid before you and how fabulous you really looked.
You’re not as fat as you imagine.
Don’t worry about the future;or worry,
but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind;
the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Don’t waste your time on jealousy;
sometimes you’re ahead,sometimes you’re behind;
the race is long, and in the end,it’s only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive, forget the insults;
if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life
the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives
,some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.
Be nice to your siblings;
they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle
because the older you get,the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
That's Baz Luhermann for you.Accolades to him!
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Blogging can be so expressive .. Absolutely stunning..
good food for thought.
There is almost every song or a piece of music we love, which we can go ahead and colligate one or the other instance of our life with.
this is music, the best expression and identity of human emotions and its perfect identification.
whenever you listen to it, its just like re living that particular instance, then it be good or bad you are bound to experience it again.
That is the funny catch(:-)))
but mind you, thats not my summation.
Interesting field for research.
A lot could be written about music and you have started it on a positive note.
So accolades and clappings.
They say, Music + Poetry = Heal The World. And they say, either of them alone qualifies being a mover of heavens and earths. Creators and narrators, listeners and receivers, the motivators and the motivated, the rockers and the ones rocked.... manifests everywhere, permeates everything.
History has it. My guitar-master once said, animal is he who hath no music in life. Like him, I'm yet to meet an animal such as that, eager to get chance to convert him back to humanity...pray that I don't, and nobody else meets one either - because that conversion will be one different conversion, and one helluva difficult one to implement as well...will be a worthy research though! For now, want to rule out the existence of such a breed.
Yet, alas, animals move around in human skins these days :-)
Now for the blog, - will probably need to think, and sometimes think I could think and write..cannot do either right now..hope to revisit and churn out something.
Wait....
First thoughts - first time I heard of Baz Luhermann.. after some www-finds, I do realize that I'm familiar with some of his creations...honestly, knowing that came as a relief to me!
Two - Musical-Memoirs : think this can be one book that everyone can script! That again is a nice feeling to be deriving.
Three - the audio cassettes in those days(my-days that is..I'm granting I've got old now..) caused a heavy dent in the pockets (as they would be still for every dependent student, youngster even today..and probably ever in the past too..)..they cost Rs.45 when I first started out purchasing Eng. albums (rather than getting them dubbed real cheap..)..then they jumped to 60 bucks, then 90, and then 120..that rise took my steam out seriously...and everytime I thought of getting one, everytime I visited a cassette shop, I hurled within-the-head mad curses at the owner companies, and the government.. We spent hours in the shops hearing out complete albums..the unfamiliar ones were always the risk of our lives..
Four - I realize I still haven't written anything about the blog Zaibee! Don't mind that, as I said, will revisit..some other if not this one - and now don't add a comment to this comment telling me "it's okay", "its just fine"...kidding! Will go and check the neighbourhood bookstore to see if there's some Zen series on the art of parenting! Will gift it to you :-)
Songs to me are medium in which i interact my innerself...and sometimes it is your best friend too. i really have abundant respect for all the writers who give us the medium through which sometimes we explore ourself.
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