In the middle of a barren desert. No1 s asleep. Its a chilly night. Late night. Real late. Ppl are talking in loud voices. The loudest that they are capable of. Different genres of music is jamming all around the place. All at the same time. Heavy metal, Rap, Old classical, Hip hop. I felt, the lateness of the night is not making much of a difference to us. The loudness is deafening. I, though, can distinctly listen to Rahman, even amidst all this chaos. Call it concentration? No way. I am not even paying attention to whats playing. Now, I focus on the music properly. And to my astonishment, I dont find any Rahman playing at all. But I am damn sure, I still can hear it. I can listen. I can feel it. What do I call this? Its just gotten too much into my system.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Ignis Fatuus
In the middle of a barren desert. No1 s asleep. Its a chilly night. Late night. Real late. Ppl are talking in loud voices. The loudest that they are capable of. Different genres of music is jamming all around the place. All at the same time. Heavy metal, Rap, Old classical, Hip hop. I felt, the lateness of the night is not making much of a difference to us. The loudness is deafening. I, though, can distinctly listen to Rahman, even amidst all this chaos. Call it concentration? No way. I am not even paying attention to whats playing. Now, I focus on the music properly. And to my astonishment, I dont find any Rahman playing at all. But I am damn sure, I still can hear it. I can listen. I can feel it. What do I call this? Its just gotten too much into my system.
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