Because music and I have had a turn-down-the-volume-it –is-noise or let-me-buy-Beethoven- because it-is-hi-falutin’-classical-I-spend-money-on –culture-only or what-the-heck-lets-listen-to-Umrao-Jaan-cos-its-playing relationship. A rather strange spectrum, more so since I do NOT listen to it. And for the most part am ashamed of admitting it. I mean I listen to stuff, I have heard “Hotel California” and the “Summer of ‘69” I mean I can even identify “The Red River Valley” wait no, its “Sealed with a Kiss” and if I listen really hard enough the angrezi songs make sense. You this is a horrible thing for someone like me, who even thinks in the language…but yes, it is difficult to understand the words of angrezi rock/pop/what-the-hell-call-them-stones-on-a-tin-roof. Yes I like knowing the words of what I listen to (when I listen at all)
You know it’s a very “coming out of the closet”(only in spirit, not anything else- why am I getting as obsessive as men about this “admission ) See I am digressing. Alright let me be brave and tell you. I do NOT listen to music. Or at least I do not do so consciously( how would anyone do it unconsciously). Left alone I would NOT turn on the music system AT ALL.
Whew confession is a relief( but to whom do I confess the burden of the confession…) enough of the metaphysical stuff. Its plain guilt and denial and the rest of that psycho-whatever stuff that old man Freud capitalized on( and for the record I was not subject to witness some orgy a-la-The-da-Vinci-Code to the “sound of music”… * as an impressionable infant) Plainly enough I do not enjoy music- no no, I enjoy it alright, I just do not listen to it, and have been ashamed to admit it always… Hindi music, I was subjected to it a long long while back in India, but the rest of the rock/pop/acid/metal ( this is a darn Chemistry lesson), I do not know. See classical music is deep and all, makes sense not to know it, but the rest, I can follow about as much as a newborn, probably even lesser, since kids are made to hear Mozart and the Beatles while in the womb nowadays.
So back to the nano. I want it. It beckons to me like the Holy Grail. I will be truly happy only if I get it… I will open it , carry it around with me in my laptop bag, take it out reverentially, have a funny engraving ”When I grow up I will be a Mac Book Pro” on it, buy pink and pale green and yellow and acid blue skins for it, christen it something cute- … ooh the plans I have for it…and sometimes listen to it.. no him( by default all cute technology thingies, apple laptops, ipod nanos.. are males) Listen to Beethoven in the rain…in the rain. And then maybe maybe if I have him, I might start listening to music, the way everyone else listens to music… Madonna and Shaqira and Shania Twain…and then I will probably learn who “Material Girl” is by, I am thinking Britney Spears or that Christina Aqua whatever woman.
*sorry am punny today
For the non-hindi speakers
Angrezi- English
Umrao Jaan- a beautiful film on a fictional courtesan, set in Lucknow of the early 20th century. It has beautiful songs.
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