Here’s a short story I wrote long back for a @blogadda contest. It was a naive attempt and the only short story I ever wrote but somehow it ended up on the winning side. I hope you like it too…
It will scare the smell out of you…
The night was unusually cold and gloomy. I was sitting on the back seat of my 19 days old maruti alto which was gliding past the relatively thin traffic. I could feel the chilly breeze slowly going down my spine as it was flowing through my perfectly set hair . A sweet voice asked me to close the slightly open window and I complied. It was a short journey and we finally reached the destination well before expected. The door sprung open with the slightest of my efforts as if I have always known telekinesis. I stepped out of the car. It was dark and foggy as the hour hand had just swung past the niner. I was not confused but couldn’t figure out if I was elated or desolate. It felt like I could sense the dementors in proximity. I looked at the old building standing barely 100 feet from me. I was expecting a déjà vu here but I could hardly recognize this place. There sat an old man at the entrance stooping over fire and covered in woolen clothes from scalp to toe trying desperately to balance between keeping himself warm and not catching fire. We walked past him and went up the stairs to the first floor. Each one of us was holding a bag or something in our stiff hands. We went straight for the room for which I already had the key. Just a few steps across the empty corridor and we were facing the grayish blue door. It was room no. 94 but it was not supposed to be open. I was holding the key anxiously but there was nothing to unlock. We exchanged a vacant stare each and then I knocked the door hesitantly still holding the key in my hand. There was no reply…I waited and knocked again. A young man answered this time…”kaun hai be”. I ignored the carelessly demotic tone and answered…”its me , Amit”. A decent looking young boy opened the door, greeted us all and invited inside. I inspected the room from outside the door and then stepped inside careful enough to put the right foot first. The moment I invaded the young boy’s habitat I knew something was not right. I took a step further anyway…but as I ventured deeper into his abode I felt a strong force against my nares, as if I was being smothered. I could sense the choking but was helpless and it seemed like someone has sucked all the oxygen out of the room instantaneously. I could feel my nasal hairs burning with the intense noxious smell creeping up my nose. I was trying to hold onto anything I could reach and fight the vigorous desire to stop breathing and drop dead when I noticed the bare feet of the supposedly innocent boy who turned out to be the daemon here. His feet were still wet with sweat and the soggy socks and shoes unarguably dipped in basilisk venom were lying just 5 feet away. I gathered my senses and ran for the balcony door and rushed it open. The next moment I was literally hanging from the dilapidated railings for a breath or two. A gush of fresh air felt like a stroll in the heaven itself. After resuscitating myself, I came back for my parents and was relieved to see they were all coming to senses. We were saved this time with what could only be described as divine intervention and it was only surprising how a meager event like shifting into my very first hostel room as first year M.B.B.S. student turned into an ordeal. Only god knows what I went through or may be only ‘My Nose Knows’…
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Music is the essence of our lives and it is all around us, adding that little extra spark to an otherwise mundane routine. Music is like the air around us; we may not always see it but can definitely feel it’s presence if we care to focus. Music sometimes confronts us like a tiger roaring in African wilderness while sometimes it teases us like a koel singing on a distant tree. Music need not always be created but it can be discovered in the most unexpected places. Even silence is music to some ears. I wish my life had background music so I could understand what the hell is going on but not everyone is as lucky as Mother Nature herself. Here’s a poem from my archives celebrating Mother Nature’s lullaby. Hope you will feel closer to the music next time when you are in the lap of Mother Nature.
बारिश की पहली फुहार, चिड़ियों का गीत मल्हार,
के दरख़्तों की इस हरियाली में, महकता कहीं मैं भी हूँ,
वन में होती हल-चल, और बहता पानी कल-कल,
के असीम सागर की इन लहरों में, छलकता कहीं मैं भी हूँ,
भीड़ में होता शोर, और पतंग की कटती डोर,
के घड़ी के काँटों की इस रफ़्तार में, थिरकता कहीं मैं भी हूँ,
बीते पल अनमोल, दो प्यार के मीठे बोल,
के इन लबों पे खिलती हँसी में, शामिल कहीं मैं भी हूँ,
गर सुन कोई सके, तो गाती ख़ामोशी भी है यहाँ,
के इस कायनात के हर ज़र्रे को, इस धुन में सजाता मैं ही हूँ,
संगीतमय बनाता मैं ही हूँ , संगीतमय बनाता मैं ही हूँ ||
Music is not only the physical sounds embedded in the life and objects around us but it is also deep seated in the emotions, gestures and feelings. A baby giggling, mother kissing, beloved calling and even looking into your beloved’s eyes without even muttering a word is music to the soul. We must never underestimate the healing power of music. It can heal anything, be it spoiled mood or a crooked soul. Any moment in our lives can be elevated to a different level if we just add music to it. You may try listening to your favorite music on full blast while dancing around like an idiot all around the house for starters and if it doesn’t help you may try singing yourself and Just because you can’t sing doesn’t mean you shouldn’t. And if you are too concerned about looking like an idiot then listing to music in good old ways is always there. No matter what you are feeling, I am sure you can find a song for that particular situation with ease. I feel there is a song for any and every moment and my taste in music ranges from “you need to listen to this” to “I know please don’t judge me”. I personally like the musical quality and rhyme of poems more than any song and here is another one from my archives where a simple thank you from a recovering patient is being described as music to the treating doctor’s ears.
धड़कानों की धुन पर गुनगुनाती फिर से कोई ज़िंदगी,
जैसे ख़ुशियों में डूबे कोई दिल, जो था कभी ग़मज़दा ;
रूखे से लब थिरकते हों फिर ख़ुशी से मिलकर जैसे,
रोम-रोम हो जाए स्वस्थ और हर मर्ज़ ले विदा ;
भावुक मन और नम आँखें , करती हों जैसे इलतज़ा,
मीठी मुस्कान , काँपती आवाज़, करती शुक्रिया अदा ;
और क़ुबूल हो जिसकी दुआ, ये रूह जैसे वो आबिदा…
ये रूह जैसे वो आबिदा…
Life and music are so closely spun together that it is impossible to describe one without talking about the other.
Life without music is like…
Facebook without likes,
A racetrack without bikes,
A house without doors,
A lion without roar,
A mind without zeal,
And a soul without feel…
I am writing this blog for #MusicDilSe blogging contest at www.funkaar.in.
And it is a beautiful coincidence that it is my centennial post, cheers to that. Isn’t is music to ears!!