"If music be the food of love, Play on"
William Shakespeare
(12th Night)
Older than voice, older than humanity, older than earth, in fact as old as Universe itself, MUSIC. A five letter word whose very name brings out ripples of rhythm into this dull boring existence. A spell you shall willingly captivate yourself into. A healer as dynamic as ocean and yet as smooth as solitude. Music what should I speak about it, its name speaks for itself.
You must be wondering how can something be as old as Universe itself. I 've always imagined though its beyond imagination that when universe spurred into existence with a big Bang, there must 've been some subtle music about it, like an infant trying to strech itself across into the infinite.
Coming back to earth, a piece of land divided disintegrated and squandered into infinite pieces. A place where hope instead of consoling you can drive you insane. A place where love gives you no more than pain and suffering. And a place where conscious can turn out to be your worst nightmares. Friends, when things as pure as hope, conscious and love need to prove themselves, we need a miracle......
And that miracle is music. So why should one wonder when Tansen's rag deepak enlightens the darkness, or when Bhim Sen Joshi's rags help plants grow at a faster rate, or when Ricky Martin's spanish number resonates with the cord of person who has no knowledge of spanish and is not even remotely linked to the language.
So as hurt beats, earth revolves, Beethoven composes and nature revolves, music moves across into the infinite, healing broken hearts and motivating dejected souls.
Music, mighty it may be, is more often than not confined to a few people like Beethoven, Santana, Beatles, A R Rahman and other no doubt mind blowing composers. But if we go to the actual defination of the music,that is, something that is pleasing to listen is music, than the spectrum of music sudenly widens. It is no longer confined to a few people, but it rises a notch, and comes down to our level, the level of you and me. So for a child there is no music greater than listening mumma sing a lullaby. The sound of jet engine, which is noise to most of us, is music to the pilot of the airplane. For a batsman its music listening the ball hit the middle of the wood, and for me music is listening to my parent's voice in phone or in person. Such is the power of music, that sages feel it even in complete and total silence.
And as the saga of music continues I find myself unequal to the task, how can a mortal like me even think of defining something as magnificient as music, leave aside actually prosing it. So I shall terminate from where I started.
"If music be the food of love, play on and on and on.........."
Rohin
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