• Rukmini Ravishankar

Thank You for the Music

The evolution of mankind has witnessed thousands of milestones. Sure enough, even today, humans wonder which milestone is the most important. The internet? Computers? Clothes? I don’t think this debate will ever end. In fact, I think it is important that it doesn’t. Ever wondered how man discovered the beauty that is music? Was it his heartbeat that lit the metaphorical bulb in his head, or was it the cuckoo bird? Maybe he accidentally hit a pot of water with a stick and discovered that different densities produce different sounds. I am given to understand that man interpreted different aspects of music before putting them together. Rhythm came first, and then the rest. However he did it, man are we grateful! Every person perceives music differently. To me, music is what I’d say if I were to answer questions on Thanksgiving. Music is what saves me from situations that make me want to knock myself out with the blunt end of a shovel. Music is my mother’s Kharaharapriya and my father’s witty lyrics when he can’t remember what the words really are. Music is my desperate attempt to get it right. I realised I have an aptitude for music when I was about 8. I sat in front of a mic, kicked off my tala and began to sing long before the mic had been adjusted. I lost the competition, but I knew I had it in me to win a bigger one. My journey through music has had its ups and downs. Grumpy teachers vs enterprising ones. Overpriced teachers vs those better than they give themselves credit for. Broken instruments vs a studio of my own (still a dream). Music has taught me more than any school. It has made me look at the world from a different perspective, appreciate the nuances of life and be a better person than I ever thought I could be. To those out there whose WhatsApp/Facebook status has, at some point in time, been “Headphones on, world off”, let’s thank our ancestors for the gift they have bestowed upon us. For its presence weakens the ghastly effects of the disgrace that is today’s rotten world.

Title credits: ABBA


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