Sunday, November 27, 2016

Random thoughts on a sleepless night

Amusing it is how a father is often concerned with how the child will make the ends meet while the mother has sleepless nights pondering whether the child will forever able to meet her eye in the mirror.

There must be stories of role reversal.

I wish I had the resources to say to my children, "Go on. Live. Don't follow the masses. See the world. Witness the miracles that exist in a day."

Wo kaun se log hote hain who know what they want to make of their life. How do they know it? Where do they get the strength to do what the heart wishes for?

Saturday, November 26, 2016

The story of the seven 'surs'

I am always in awe of any kind of music that I hear. To me music remains the magic paintbrush with which the child painted what he wished for.

I have grown up listening to film music and very old English numbers which when I go to hunt online I don't find. I can't lay any sort of claim to classical music or instrumental music of great repute but I like to think that I do have discerning ear.

But the post isn't about my musical ability or inclination. It is about what I felt today as I listened to some song being played on the TV as I was busy pushing some khichdi down my son's throat.

I don't now remember whether it was a nice song or something terrible but I do remember feeling goosebumps.

I realized that the seven notes were all that it took to create an array of emotions. Joy, love, horror, terror, fun, funny, childish, serious, beautiful, awful, fast paced, slow and delicious, and much much more.

I also realised that the world over people have used these seven notes in so many combinations already to produce music and will keep on doing  so. There is seemingly no end to what can be accomplished by just these seven notes.

This further made me ponder and realise that maybe this is a sign to us that we don't need much to create abundance. We don't need many to feel fulfilled or successful or whatever is the new thing that is making the world go round these days.

The thought filled me with great peace and so much enthusiasm and wonder that I am writing it down on a blog that I have rarely visited in years.

If the magnificent seven are sufficient I am sure we can also find enough within.