Tell me who does not know of my passion for singing! And dare
you not tell me that I’m a pathetic singer. To tell you, my listeners are in
fact the pathetic folks. (Hehe) You see, singing is something more than a
passion for me actually.
It’s rather a sort of compulsion. While driving on road I have never sensed the need of switching on the electronic music system. Those accompanying me during a happy journey are often seen asking for a ‘Disprin’ or a similar pill, I don’t know why! ;) I can’t help singing out loud when I’m in high spirits.
Crossing the boundaries of our beautiful house, my beautiful voice very often touches the ears of our neighbors also, I know. But I really don’t feel bad about them. After all it is a matter of their own fate. ;) And I really value their supportive behavior ‘unlike my own family’. My neighbors have never raised their voice or filed a petition against my ‘lovely and lively’ voice. My very dear God, bless them please for this act of kindness! At times I wonder why my family is then against my so-called ‘nature’s call’ for singing! :p
Me, the daughter of a lawyer, can I be short of good points to argue! Like when they tell me to shut down my ‘free of cost music-concert’, I object smartly, “Music is my life”. These stone-hearted fellows reject my plead saying, “Let it not cost someone else’ life!”
Ouch! Such replies hurt! Ammm, the ‘sensitive singer’ in me decides not to sing anymore, but the ‘sensible logician’ also dwelling very much inside me says, “Chill baby, let them say what they feel like saying, and let yourself do what you feel like doing”. And the curbed down singer gets resurrected in no while. The hunt for a brinjal, or a carrot begins then, because they really look like cute-colorful mikes in the hands of ‘this blessed singer’. :D
These happening ‘word wars’ don’t end ever since my ‘lyrical love’ is eternal. The other day I requested for a lifeline for the ‘stunning singer’ inside me, behaving cleverly. “You people are curtailing the growth of a ‘Tansen-in-the-making’, Guys! Don’t you find it an act of unkindness?”
“Timsy, you need to realize that you are not the ‘Tansen’, but the ‘Shaitaan-Sen’ in the making”, replies my heartless family.
‘Bowled over’, is how I find myself. Okay fine, I could not win the battle of my singing. But I’m happy. Yes, very happy for this artistic, innovative, ingenious new title. ‘Shaitaan-Sen’, not bad! I see, my love for singing is making my family more creative than ever. Okay for the sake of their creativeness, I shall keep handling these word wars forever, ‘with great pleasure’. ‘Anything for them’! <3
-Timsy Mehta.
It’s rather a sort of compulsion. While driving on road I have never sensed the need of switching on the electronic music system. Those accompanying me during a happy journey are often seen asking for a ‘Disprin’ or a similar pill, I don’t know why! ;) I can’t help singing out loud when I’m in high spirits.
Crossing the boundaries of our beautiful house, my beautiful voice very often touches the ears of our neighbors also, I know. But I really don’t feel bad about them. After all it is a matter of their own fate. ;) And I really value their supportive behavior ‘unlike my own family’. My neighbors have never raised their voice or filed a petition against my ‘lovely and lively’ voice. My very dear God, bless them please for this act of kindness! At times I wonder why my family is then against my so-called ‘nature’s call’ for singing! :p
Me, the daughter of a lawyer, can I be short of good points to argue! Like when they tell me to shut down my ‘free of cost music-concert’, I object smartly, “Music is my life”. These stone-hearted fellows reject my plead saying, “Let it not cost someone else’ life!”
Ouch! Such replies hurt! Ammm, the ‘sensitive singer’ in me decides not to sing anymore, but the ‘sensible logician’ also dwelling very much inside me says, “Chill baby, let them say what they feel like saying, and let yourself do what you feel like doing”. And the curbed down singer gets resurrected in no while. The hunt for a brinjal, or a carrot begins then, because they really look like cute-colorful mikes in the hands of ‘this blessed singer’. :D
These happening ‘word wars’ don’t end ever since my ‘lyrical love’ is eternal. The other day I requested for a lifeline for the ‘stunning singer’ inside me, behaving cleverly. “You people are curtailing the growth of a ‘Tansen-in-the-making’, Guys! Don’t you find it an act of unkindness?”
“Timsy, you need to realize that you are not the ‘Tansen’, but the ‘Shaitaan-Sen’ in the making”, replies my heartless family.
‘Bowled over’, is how I find myself. Okay fine, I could not win the battle of my singing. But I’m happy. Yes, very happy for this artistic, innovative, ingenious new title. ‘Shaitaan-Sen’, not bad! I see, my love for singing is making my family more creative than ever. Okay for the sake of their creativeness, I shall keep handling these word wars forever, ‘with great pleasure’. ‘Anything for them’! <3
-Timsy Mehta.
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