“…for the love you bring won’t mean a thing, unless you sing... sing, sing, sing”
Ever wondered what that one possible thing could be which can keep you busy for an entire day? For the love of it, I can even say it can keep you busy for an entire life, let alone a day. Singing! Yes it is singing. All of humdinger’s previous posts have been written after a personal experience of each of them. So you can rest-assured that all the typing has been “O.K. TESTED” before being splashed on for reading.
Somewhere within oneself, everyone is a singer. No one openly claims to be so, the reasons varying from person to person. Let’s not get into them. You sing, be it in the bathroom while taking your bath, while waiting for your bus, while having coffee with a friend, while thinking, while shaking your leg, even while doing nothing (like I was a little while ago) and what-have-you?
Music is what you’ve been listening to since you were 0-somethings, like your mother-tongue, which is never taught to you. It just happens. So when you’re not using your mother-tongue, or in other terms are not talking… you’re most likely to be singing or humming a fine tune and entertaining yourself.
Being a sucker for music, listening to music and singing his adored tunes are humdinger’s favourite activity. He even enjoys the ‘buffer time’ while listening to music on the internet. Singings leads to the mood-swingings :p Big-time! Just the other day while going to work, in a completely uninterested mood, he started singing “Uptown Girl”, and I bet you are shaking your leg now. And even the naughtiest of moods are submerged by “Tujhe sab hai pata haina maa”. Someone who has flunked in love can be charged up by “Dilbar mere kab tak mujhe aise hi tadpao ge, main aag dil mein laga doonga woh ke pal mein pighal jaoge” and the nostalgic nerve can be easily tickled by “Summer of ‘69”.
So high time we took out those trashed music media from those mahogany caskets and brought them back to life. As Travis rightly sung “…for the love you bring won’t mean a thing, unless you sing... sing, sing, sing”. And after sometime you’d notice the precipitous change in your attitude and in turn more control over yourself. It’d interest you how interestingly you’d be able to remote control your life according to yourself.
(This post brings out such a philanthropic side of me, nahi?)
