The great musical experience!

da da da dum, da da da dum....

and so goes the one of the greatest orchestral compositions. Unfortunately, we don't hear such genius music being created anywhere (not anywhere popular, i mean). The decadence began, as most old timers would agree, around the time they were in their mid thirties. Right around the time when they started to feel old and had kids of their own who would listen to all kinds of noise calling it music. My father for instance was appaled at my ignorance of Connie Francis and Tina Charles, musicians of some repute, but dad!!! I told him by the same token he had never heard of pearl jam!! Though he then rightly pointed out, that he could hear it even with the door tightly shut!!!!

Anyways, the story is about how I, at college managed to convince everyone we could sing ( even though many still believe i would do better only to listen than sing)!!It took us almost an year to do this.This is a heart wrenching story, so keep ur tissues ready ;)

The background is that in my family, everyone can sing, so naturally, I was led to believe that I could do the same!! Cutting back to college, first year:
The scene is that of the bogs (as they were affectionately refered to, in the hostel), where I am taking a bath (which i occasionally did, when it would get too hot!!)
me: "its a long way from LA to Denver, its a long time to hang in the sky... ( from a famous(i could be wrong) John Denver song)...."
person in the neighbouring bog: Hee haw hee haw (trying to imitate me or so he claims)

Not to be detered by such occasional setbacks. I continued on my journey to prove my vocal talent in all spheres. Another scene in the corridor (this happened more often):
me: (the aria by yanni) iiiiiiiiiii iiiiiiiiiiiiiiii iii iiiiiiiiiiiiiiii ......
person at the other end of the corridor:"jump jump!!! save yourselves, hkd is singing again!!!!!"


This and other such incidents in surroundings other than the bogs, did depress me a little. But not the one to turn the other cheek, I tried harder, not to sing better mind you,but to find people who would listen to me. I found two such tolerant persons, one who could not help me in anyway but to tell me that I sang well (this was nalla, who would tell me that I was good even when I could hardly bear hearing myself) and the other was a senior, a congenial fellow called Balance, who played the guitar for me on quite a few occasions!! Thanks to his and Nalla's support and my innate talent I was able to convince a few people by the end of fourth year that I could sing.

Leaving the place now and stepping into a job where few care how you sing and would rather see you working than singing or doing anything else for that matter is going to be a little hard to accomodate with. I guess that is life for you, a musical experience with a few high notes (hard to for quite a few to reach and low notes and medium level notes....).