Unplugged

There are a few things that I can remember from my childhood, stuff like, tripping over a toy,hiding under beds and tables, but one thing I distinctly remember is my mother's voice, singing to me, while she put me to sleep. I don't know how, but I can still unmistakably remember how I felt every time she sang, floating paradise. Yeah, that and I didn't have a care in the world, (considering I was 1-2,yea that feeling seems about right). Now that was mostly my ma, but the song, the feeling still lingers.

They say the best kind of music is the one that touches your soul. I haven't heard many of those recently, but any music that can invoke an emotion is a winner in my books.

We all have special memories attached with certain songs there are those that, moved you to tears,that made you laugh, that made you dance. There are people and there's their song, and no i'm not talking about artistes here, I am talking about your friends, like I have one song that I associate with almost each one of them. The songs range from classics to pop to bollywood, lots of rock, never rap, even if they like it, I can't stand it. It's just a lot of cuss words and New York city codes and stuff like dawg, yo,thang being yelled at regular intervals.

I've always been in awe of people who make music, who sing,They're wonderful people just because of it, well atleast the one's I've met are real gems. My music sir,back in school, he was something else, I am yet to meet somebody as awesome as him. A couple of friends who's singing always lifts my spirits,even when they are humming something distractedly. Then there are those who wouldn't mind listening to my crabby voice, and actually find it nice, beats me,but I have to admit it does feel good.

Above all, it's the numerous discussions I have with people because of music,with people I've never met or complete strangers, and whoever knows me will vouch that I can make walls talk ( that's NOT true!!!) but it's great to have talk to somebody who speaks your language, I would have never known about the epic Woodstock festival back in that late 60's,or known about how beautiful Spanish music is or the various genres of music I stumbled upon if it weren't for those memorable talks.

Today that I sat down and thought about it, it struck me how much it's a part of me, as much as I am of it. Sounds strangely philosophical, especially when it's coming from me, but it is what it is.

Music gives a soul to the universe

Wings to the mind

Flight to the imagination and

Life to everything.

( haha, chew on that!!)      

Always here..

People do not last forever their impressions do.

It's the little things they do that sets them apart from the others, their mannerisms, sense of humor, the uncanny one of a kind style, the funky colorful eye wear and the hard to miss slang.

You'd think that I am being specific.. I am.

You could pick him out of a crowd, the one cheering the loudest of 'em all, that'd be him. You can ask everybody who knew him and they will all have a story to tell you : how he helped them fix their car, how he resolved a lovers-tiff, how he ferried them back and forth from places, how he enjoyed every single moment, how he swept people off by his cooking. A million times over and again, that's how far he'd go to help his friends. 

I have teased, troubled and annoyed him to extents I didn't know I could and he still took it in his stride. He had his ways of getting back but there never goes a day where I wish I could take it all back.Always up for an argument, always at the front of things and always enthusiastic. You'd be amazed at the things he'd do for a dare.. we certainly were.

He had that zing which'd make people get up and dance even if it was reluctantly. Birthday's were incomplete without his trademark midnight wishes and of course the cakes. Always had a tale to tell, long,descriptive and immensely entertaining.

A year has gone by, and it's not gotten any easier to accept that i won't get repreminded for not keeping in touch,that i lost a brother, a friend. 

Prankit.. for all of us.. never gone.. always here.