Sunday morning, one out of the two days of a week where alarms music wakes me up. And today it was I miss you who did the job of waking me happily up. It’s such a nice song and I really don’t worry about not knowing the Artist of that tune or the Album either. The day has just begun. The music goes wild and with time its gets wilder, both in my room and in my heart. “I show a great partality for my regional music”, Well, I dont agree but thats what people around me say. Not even in my vague memory had my mamma or papa asked why I don’t listen to regional music, but our servant maid did, today. I felt no new to that question for the fact that I have had answered it million times in the past with million different answers 😆 As my task list was blank for the day I connected to the web to figure out the history of the music that woke me. It is from Blink 182, a United States Alternative Rock Music breed. Got no clue on what this United States Alternative Rock means ;). Neither have I a clue on how that music came to my PC. All I know is I how much I’m attracted to that piece of tune. I continued to browse the web while the question that the servant maid asked me was constantly running in my head. Thus far I had never asked that question to myself, but today, someone was asking from within. Yes, I was asking myself, “Why I’m I not listing to my regional music?” As I started to wonder the Why factor, so came this write up.
Music should not be created under compeltion. Music should be created for selling. It is much more than a commercial product. It is an ART. And the creators will always fail, if they intent to create a music exclusively for business purpose. At least they would fail to astonish me. Oh, I forgot to say this, Music should not be copied (biggest of all).
Having said my vision on Music, today’s objective in Bollywood and Kollywood music industries is to create a false impression. And why I say that is because I firmly believe that they create it under completion and they also copy sometimes. So why is this happening? Let me explain what I feel.
More films are created and the business units of the film making company wants at least five songs in every of their film. Moreover, Musicians are forced to create their piece since the situation, the story, the mood and the characters are already decided. Can you find fault in the masterpieces created by the legendary Michael Jackson? It is Michael who decides his music. He is not been compelled to create anything. He does it because he loves to do it. More than that, the other ingredients like the situation, the story and the rest of all are based on the music unlike my regional music where every this is vice-versa. Shame. And what are they going to do by creating music under compeltion? They are going to sell it.
And thus my wondering came to an end. Now I know why I don’t listen to Bollywood and Kollywood songs.
First-year students at Veterinary school were attending their first Anatomy class, with a real dead pig.
They all gathered around the surgery table with the body covered with a White sheet. The professor started the class by telling them, ‘In Veterinary Medicine it is necessary to have two important qualities as a Doctor: The first is that you not be disgusted by anything involving the Animal body’. For an example, the Professor pulled back the sheet, touched his finger in the mouth of the dead pig, withdrew it and put his Finger in his mouth. ‘Go ahead and do the same thing,’ he told his students.
The students freaked out, hesitated for several minutes. But eventually took turns putting their finger in the mouth of the dead pig and tasted in their mouth.
When everyone finished, the Professor looked at them and said, ‘The Second most important quality is observation. I touched with my middle Finger and tasted on my index finger. Now learn to pay attention
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour a day to drain the fluids from his lungs. His bed was next to the room’s only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. And every afternoon when the man in the bed next to the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed would live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the outside world. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake, the man had said. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Lovers walked arm in arm amid flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man could not hear the band, he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Unexpectedly, an alien thought entered his head: Why should hehave all the pleasure of seeing everything while I never get to see anything? It didn’t seem fair. As the thought fermented, the man felt ashamed at first. But as the days passed and he missed seeing more sights, his envy eroded into resentment and soon turned him sour. He began to brood and found himself unable to sleep. He should be by that window – and that thought now controlled his life.
Late one night, as he lay staring at the ceiling, the man by the window began to cough. He was choking on the fluid in his lungs. The other man watched in the dimly lit room as the struggling man by the window groped for the button to call for help. Listening from across the room, he never moved, never pushed his own button which would have brought the nurse running. In less than five minutes, the coughing and choking stopped, along with the sound of breathing. Now, there was only silence–deathly silence.
The following morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths. When she found the lifeless body of the man by the window, she was saddened and called the hospital attendant to take it away–no words, no fuss. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it all himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall.
WHO IS YOUR ROLE MODEL???
Answering the second question first. NOPE 😉
Why I’m not blogging often now a days? I don’t own a computer and to access the net I use my friend’s system mostly. My bad time, these days he is not available. Poor me. I have a lot of posts saved as draft but almost all of them are incomplete. I really have/want a lot to say but I don’t have a system or the TIME. Yeah, the TIME Factor! These days I’m unable to spent time in blogging because of my professional life.
I don’t want my blog to be dead. At least not this soon. So I promise that I will update my blog as and when I get time.
Also, because of this I don’t get to see my fellow blogger’s post. I will be sure to read out your stuffs and comment them whenever possible.
Below are few of the topics which you will be seeing sooner (Hopefully ;)).
Ø Why I say that there minerals out there in Antarctica
Ø What determines our voice?
Ø The Boss celebrated his worst ever Birthday party
Ø “Survival of the fittest” – Is it applicable for Human Beings also?
Ø Being Patriotic is a sign of Selfness
Ø ‘Communism’ or ‘Democracy’. Which is best for a country?
Ø Tips to grow a child as a intelligent one
Ø What determines your character?
Ø “World War II” gave us freedom
Ø Why Europeans are rich?
By the way, if you wish to see any of the topic sooner please let me know so that I can give priority to that. Thanks.
(I love people who love others. They are really sweet, Like honey ;))
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