MUSIC
MY LIFE
Music wasn’ t happiness. It wasn’ t love. It was just a substitute. Just something to hold on to, when everything else was too messed up to not let go of. But, saying this shouldn’ t belittle the control it has had over me. If you’ ve ever turned your room dark, shut out the world and played Nucleya on the best bass speakers you got; you’ d know what I’ m talking about. You’ d know what music could save you from.
Music and I havea had a funny start. People, introduced me to music. 5 years ago, I wasn’ t really a very determined guitarist; till the hot girl in my guitar class started playing by my side. Music back then, was mostly some Green Day and some Enrique; played on a damaged i-pod sometime in my leisure moments. By and by, a year passed. The girl was freaking gone from my priority list, and Pop Rock had become a friend. A melody or two, a few strums and some pitiful singing every day; and I had started to build a world of my own.
Back then, realising that music could be my whole wide universe felt beautiful. It still amazes me sometimes. Mine’ s a world where I set the mood. I set the pace. I control the chaos, and I control the harmony. Country music for when it’ s been a good day. A soft verse for when everything starts drifting south. Bob Marley oldies for all those Saturday night parties, or hymns for my Coldplay weekends. Atleast for me, it isn’ t really possible to always be in the real world. Sometimes, I need an escape. Sometimes, I like to be in control of everything around me. Sometimes, I just wanWna be the original psycho I am on the inside. I’ d like to believe that every human feels so. And if it wasn’ t for music, I would never have known the solution to this.
A song is always just simple, selfish magic. It’ s almost never originally written for the world. What’ s amazing is how it still does resonate with so many people around. Now maybe that is because music isn’ t objective. It isn’ t something to like or to not like. It’ s an emotion. Every beat that a drummer hits is an emotion. Every note that I’ ve played has been an emotion. Every word in a song is an emotion. And these emotions, these overwhelming and very, very strong feelings; are something that every human has felt on the inside.
Jan 15, 2017. David Guetta in New Delhi. I was at the concert, screaming at the top of my lungs. Everywhere I looked, I saw people do the same. Hands up high, singing and dancing to the beats. There was nothing but loud music that would stir up even the laziest bit of you and bright lights that would beam straight onto your face. That day, I felt weird. Like for once, the whole naïve idea of falling into an abyss with nothing but music to hold on to, had actually come true. No; music that day, wasn’ t happiness. It wasn’ t love, either. But it was exactly the thing I needed, when neither of them made sense. It was the blanket I had run into like a little child, when everything outside seemed hostile. It sorta always has been.
Anyway. It’ ll be stupid to say that Music is the sound of my heart, beating. But today, I’ m pretty sure that it is the reason behind it.
Mehul gupta 3185, Batch of‘ 15