The music of sound!

The music of sound!

             Aren’t we all blessed to be able to hear ?   Myriads of sounds reach our ears – some pleasant, others, not so, and yet  others,  too harsh to bear. Some remind us of  moments so beautiful, they stay embedded in our memory for an eternity. Some  bring with them a sense of calm and peace on a chaotic day. And, we all have our favourite sounds, just like we do our favourite aromas.

           Mine are a few, that instantly put me in a state of bliss. Like, the sound of two shells I picked up at a beach I had been to some months ago. The sweet pattering sound they emit when tapped against each other fills me with a kind of positivity – like, everything is going to turn out just fine! I rattle  those shells every time I open the drawer I have placed them in.

          And, the chirping of the sparrows early in the morning,  as they come to feed at  the bird feeder in my balcony – ah, sheer bliss. The peaceful calm of the dawn, stirred a bit by the soft chirping, feels like the best music ever! In fact, watching those sparrows flitting about the feeder, sipping water from the nearby water bowl gives me a sense of satisfaction.

         Hearing my mother’s voice on the other end of the phone when I call her up. Well, that feels like a gift of God! Moments when  I simply yearn to hear her voice and she speaks into the phone, “Hello,”  – THAT is a wish fulfilled!

        The clickety click sound that my heels make on a marble floor. Now, that sound gives me a high!  We all have those fantasies, wherein we see ourselves strutting about like those screen goddesses – glamorous, exuding chutzpah, shining in the spotlight, don’t we?! Ooh, how I love the way that sound makes me feel!

      And, finally, the sound of silence. The silence at the break of dawn, when I am awake and the world still enjoying a few more moments of slumber. The moment when I feel one with the Universe, with God.  Time, when I can hear not only my breathing, but also the rush of my thoughts as they clamour for my attention. I could live the rest of my life in that moment!  I have come to love this sound so much so, that I find every other artificial sound jarring. Like the sound, or rather, the noise that electronic equipments emit. Ugh!

         Well, these are some of my favourite sounds! Which are yours?

From Chikoo’s album.

From Chikoo’s album.

Sharing some snapshots of Chikoo’s; mostly candid ones, as he is not very camera friendly. He grumbles when I even look at my phone! So, aiming the  camera at him is something that drives him crazy.

Reflecting…
Cooling after a tiring walk…in a puddle!
NO PICTURES, PLEASE!

Sigh, those good ol’ days…

This is my territory!
Curiosities.

Curiosities.

 An amusing memory from my distant past…

                It was a daily routine of the neighbourhood aunties.  Evenings would invariably find the trio planted onto a favourite bench in the park; packets of bhelpuri or sevpuri open in their laps and risque jokes spewing from their painted mouths.  With one eye on us kids,  as we played nearby, and the other eye on the young couples, who hid behind the trees, cooing sweet nothings to each other, these aunties went about their business of gossiping about all and sundry, arousing curiosity in those around. The mischievous looks they gave each other on spotting the lovebirds spoke volumes about what transpired in those grown-up minds.
              And, our ever inquisitive juvenile minds would often try to make sense of the tidbits that wafted past us; but, whom would we ask what those meant? From their sniggers and guffaws, we kids did  know their talks consisted of  the ‘unmentionable’ stuff, not meant for our innocent minds.  For, each time we tried inching closer to them, they would shush each other up and glare at us for trying to eavesdrop.
               A loud crack of  laughter from their corner and we little ones  suppressed shy giggles. How that memory brings a smile to my face now!
         
           I find it amusing, and a tad ridiculous, at all that intrigue from back then.  But, that’s how young minds are – ever so inquisitive, curious to know what goes on in the adult world, in  the adult talks.  Especially curious about what they  are not entitled to learn about at their tender age.

          Do you remember those times from your childhood, when you would paste your ears to the walls, trying to catch snippets of  discussions that went on between the elders in the adjacent room,  and then dissecting them to make sense of it all?

*The above post has been written for Wordy Wednesday.
This week’s prompt: Word prompt: RISQUE.
This week’s prompt comes from  B-A-R member, writer and blogger, Geetika Gupta

       

The ways of the world.

The ways of the world.

                    I read this quote  on Facebook; a quote that hits home in today’s world of relationships that are more superficial than meaningful. And, with the reign of technology that has supposedly brought the world closer, close relationships seem to have lost the bond that held them together.

                 

          The quote is Anonymous.

          It  may sound a tad  negative, but it sure sounds true. Or, has it always been like this?  Is it only because of the social media that the ways of life get written about and circulated through such quotes on a large scale these days?

       I think, I need to follow what a dear friend of mine advised me to do: do things that make me happy, avoid  things that exude  negative energy and vitiate our thoughts, and to not take things personally. Maybe then, I will be at peace with myself and with the world.

All that glitters…

All that glitters…

             
         
                   Last Saturday being Halloween’s Day, I decided to sketch The Joker, from Batman. A character who representes the evil, I suppose, although he is said to be the actual hero of the movie. But, let’s not go into those details. So, I attempted to sketch Jack Nicholson, the Joker, and was instantly reminded of the movie Batman, which I saw ages ago.
              We kids weren’t the sort, who could go for movies with friends.  Permissions from our parents had to be procured, and only after the entire storyline of the movie had been narrated (and deemed fit for our naive minds) were we allowed to go watch the said film. So, one day dad came home and announced that he had booked tickets for a show the next day, which was a pleasant surprise, nay, shock, to us kids!  Finding it all too hard to believe, we left for the movie with all the enthusiasm we could wrap up around our young hearts.  The movie turned out to be  Batman, starring Michael Keaton and Kim Bassinger.
             Ages old – this movie – but I still remember it for two reasons.  The first being that dad took us to watch a movie. Er, actually,  I must be writing this sentence in caps!  DAD TOOK US TO WATCH A MOVIE! Ah, that felt better!  My younger bro would have said the same thing, considering, dad seldom saw any movies himself. So, showing a movie to us kids was like the 8th wonder of the world!
           Secondly, when we reached the theatre, and looked around for the movie’s poster, we only saw an image of a pair of yellowing  molars and premolars! Me and my younger brother must have spent at least half an hour trying to figure out what the hell it was! My mother kept smiling on the sly, hiding the truth till we figured it out for ourselves. Finally, when we were at our wit’s end, she told us what the picture meant. It  WAS  the Batman, standing in the dark, with his cape and all! Unbelievable it was, no doubt, but the joy of watching a film with dad and mum was greater.
           We enjoyed the movie and came home happy and excited, desperate to tell about it to our friends. But, all along the way,  I kept wondering how could THAT thing in the poster be Batman!?   I still do, until I come to the conclusion, that  there are certain things in life, which are contrary to our perceptions of them. Our mind tells us the fact, but our eyes fail to obey our mind, thus leading us astray from the facts.
         Impressions can be deceiving…!

        The Joker wasn’t the bad guy, you know?