Silence And Music.

“From pure sensation to the intuition of beauty, from pleasure and pain to love and the mystical ecstasy and death — all the things that are fundamental, all the things that, to the human spirit, are most profoundly significant, can only be experienced, not expressed. The rest is always and everywhere silence.

After silence that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.”

~ Aldous Huxley

The Living Years.

As it happens so often in my life, I received a link to this remarkable song with such beautiful lyrics after I had written my previous blog post. This is so relevant today that I feel that I must share this with my readers. My sincere gratitude to RP who sent the link to remind me of this song.

The Living Years
Mike + The Mechanics

Every generation
Blames the one before
And all of their frustrations
Come beating on your door
I know that I’m a prisoner
To all my Father held so dear
I know that I’m a hostage
To all his hopes and fears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years
Oh, crumpled bits of paper
Filled with imperfect thought
Stilted conversations
I’m afraid that’s all we’ve got
You say you just don’t see it
He says it’s perfect sense
You just can’t get agreement
In this present tense
We all talk a different language
Talking in defence
Say it loud (say it loud), say it clear (oh say it clear)
You can listen as well as you hear
It’s too late (it’s too late) when we die (oh when we die)
To admit we don’t see eye to eye
So we open up a quarrel
Between the present and the past
We only sacrifice the future
It’s the bitterness that lasts
So don’t yield to the fortunes
You sometimes see as fate
It may have a new perspective
On a different day
And if you don’t give up, and don’t give in
You may just be okay
So say it loud, say it clear (oh say it clear)
You can listen as well as you hear
Because it’s too late, it’s too late (it’s too late) when we die (oh when we die)
To admit we don’t see eye to eye
I wasn’t there that morning
When my Father passed away
I didn’t get to tell him
All the things I had to say
I think I caught his spirit
Later that same year
I’m sure I heard his echo
In my baby’s new born tears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years
Say it loud, say it clear (oh say it clear)
You can listen as well as you hear
It’s too late (it’s too late) when we die (it’s too late when we die)
To admit we don’t see eye to eye
So say it, say it, say it loud (say it loud)
Say it clear (come on say it clear)

Source: LyricFind

What’s The Fuss All About?

What the fuss was all about in my case was maintaining my long hair and beard  as,  my  regular  hair  cutting  saloon  was  closed  due  to  the  lockdown.   

The next big fuss was about getting assurance that I could visit the saloon and be safe now that, they had reopened.   So, I pestered my son and heir to go, inspect, ensure and report back about the hygiene at the salon and the precautions that they take to prevent spreading of the virus.

The next big fuss was to get ready mentally to take the risk despite the assurances received.  The discomfort of the long hair and beard finally persuaded me to take the leap of faith and go.

The next big fuss was all from the lads at the saloon.  They were delighted to see me after such a long time and ooed and  aaed about my hirsute splendour and tried to persuade me to shape both rather than revert to my earlier version of short crop for both.  Finally, with much reluctance, my choice prevailed and you can see the result below.

Lest my readers think that the fuss that I experienced was so great, here is what Stevie Wonder has to say about it.

If I’m caught at a dance party without my dancing shoes
And everybody dances on my bare feet
Shame on me
If I’m minding my business just doing the right thing
And you try to front me off in the street
Shame on you
If a family’s waiting for that special blessing to
Come their way
But they ain’t trying to get on their knees and pray
Shame on them
And if we live in a time where every nation’s fighting
Around the world
Yet we can’t all agree that peace is the way
Shame on us
Shame on me, shame on you, shame on them, shame on us
Shame on me, shame on you, shame on them, shame on us
So what the fuss
If I gotta get up early in the morning for a job
Interview
And I forget to set the stupid alarm
Shame on me
If my children are playing outside like little children do
And…

This is my take on this week’s Friday 8 On 1 blog post topic. The other seven bloggers who write on the same topic every Friday are Maria. Sanjana, PadmumRaju, Shackman , Srinivas and Conrad.  This week’s topic was suggested by Maria. Please do go over to their respective blogs to see what they have to say on the topic. Thank you.

Professionalism.

In my last post on Earworm, PR has left this comment. “Beautiful song…first time I’m hearing this…the next song on the list Yeh Moh moh ke dhaage is my favourite.” The following clip will show why that song is her favourite.

This post however, is not to popularise that song but to talk about a remarkable actress Bhumi Pednekar. She is the actress in the clip and played the role of an overweight wife in a remarkable family drama called Dum Laga ke Haisha.

I admire her acting ability and have not missed any of the movies in which she has acted. In Dum Laga Ke Haisha particularly, to play the part, she deliberately put on weight and then to become her normal svelte self, went on a diet and exercise regime to lose it. What professionalism!

The lyrics of the song in the background is a love song full of longing and love for the man. It loses its power in translation but, for those interested, the song translates into English as follows:

These strings of attachment,
have got entangled in your fingers
I seem to get no clue,
how to untie these knots..
Every cell in my body is a musical instrument,
that passes through the clouds..

You must be a little mad, to have chosen me..
how, how did you listen to everything that was unsaid?

You are day, I am night.
come let’s meet like they both meet in the evening..

This heart wasn’t so carefree earlier..
letters seem to have found
a new address..
this heart wasn’t so carefree earlier..

On the empty street, I walk with my eyes closed,
I’ll reach at least somewhere even if for no reason..

I Am Alive.

My friend MB posted this on his facebook page.

I commented: I must be one of the right people!

MB responded: You are dead right Sir. And he added a few emojis that I simply did not understand.

I could not resist the temptation to take this further and added: MB, I am very much alive!

He in turn responded: I meant that you are absolutely right Sir. No harm done, my comment increased your life span by another minimum 10 years. And for effect, added a few more emojis.

I in turn responded with emojis of my own: 🙏🙏🙏😀😀😀