Remember that time we were sitting on the stairs under the open sky and the aura was perfect enough that I couldn’t think of anything that could make the situation more than perfect. I was wrong, you made the moment more special when you looked me in the eye and I looked in yours. Nobody ever looked at me like you did. Your eyes were showering love and I wanted every bit of it. Why am I telling you this? Because now when I look back at that time, I feel proud that I filled myself with courage and didn’t care what others thought. Yes, we are different, we are unconventional and that is what makes our bond more strong. Because we are not here with each other because we are getting a status or any benefit or any materialistic thing, but because our bond is unconditional and our love is pure.
Have you ever gone to an Opera house and listened to the Opera singers, giving you the highs and lows of a note, with music backing up, making you feel like you are flying slowly upwards and downwards? You get the feeling of getting dissolved in the air leaving pixie dust behind. Or if not opera singers, have to ever listened to a violin playing soothing music, or a cello or a piano or any other music instrument? Have you? If you have, you could associate with the feeling I am talking about. Music makes you feel happy and content. Even neuroscience claims that singing or humming reduces stress to a great extent. As I addressed my state in my previous blog , I found a way to concentrate more on my writing and get rid of my hopeless irregularities. I could get more satisfactory thoughts by Rhythm writing, that’s right, that is what I call it.
So what is Rhythm Writing? It is not a major thing, but it changed my perception of doing things, increased my pace and helped me in focusing more on my work. All I did was, plug in my earphones, opened YouTube while I opened my blog and started writing the thoughts I was getting at that moment while the soothing instrumental played in my ears. I know, for many it may sound absurd but it worked for me. As the rhythm and the beats struck my ear drums, it gave me a sensation of euphoria but at the same time, a feeling of content. A feeling that, everything is fine and I am doing okay. The key is, to listen to sole music, no lyrics, just the instrumental. ‘Cause when you listen yo core music, you tend to introspect through all the things that means the most to you, you think about the person you love the most, the events that made you happy or sad or angry or changed your emotional state. This is why it is effective, ’cause it tugs at your heartstrings. The reason why I was under performing (as I state it), I was bounding myself to certain things. I know discipline is good, but if you don’t feel free, what’s the use of it! and the beats I am talking about, helped me to know what my boundaries were, I could introspect well. You know, it’s okay sometimes to change your decisions, to ward them off, till they are for your betterment. and this rhythm writing not only helped me with music, but my studies or any activity which I was indulging into.
Everyone has their own way of focusing on things, I discovered mine. if you haven’t discovered yours yet, you can always try this one out. and if you have, please share yours here. Till then, stay safe, be happy.
I stepped out of the train and looked at my watch, 10:58 AM, I climbed up the stairs and pushed through the people. I had 2 minutes to change the metro. People gushing into me, I crashed into a fat lady. I picked myself up and walked fast. I was already running behind the schedule, I didn’t want to miss this train. If I had I would have to wait for 10 more minutes for the next train.
With my backpack sitting at my back I raced down the stairs to catch the metro with doors open, waiting for its passengers to board. I ran towards it when the doors started to beep before closing and in no time I found myself inside the metro successfully, but my backpack was stuck between the doors. By then, I was scandalized by fellow passengers’ horrified eyes. I tried to get my backpack when the doors opened again and I got myself and my bag inside in one, complete piece.
Everyone stared at the anxious, panting me with a bewildered look. I was not liking the ambience, I never really liked awkward stares and pity, it reminded me of the time when I was ten and I puked all over the shoes of my school principal while I was on stage, getting my scholarship award. It was the most embarrassing moment of my life, I never stole anyone’s lunch after that.
They say opposites attract, but they were so similar, parted only by an A in the name, mingled with same birthday, Their old school love was the charm, where everyone sought relationship advice from them, and they were not at all alarmed. it’s not like they never fought, just that, the understanding and respect was huge,
Here’s to their 3 long years and more in counting.
“Roll no. 71 and 72”, Dr. Paige called out the roll numbers to form the lab partners. With the pattern going, I was about to partner with Roy, the most unlikable person of our batch. I wanted to curse my name. Why did my name started with an S, why? Being a hardworking student, I never liked people who did little to be present in that class. The people striving to be more than they are, attracted me the most. Alas! I hardly knew anyone, how come I could have come across a person like that. It was freshman year and I only knew my roommate by then and interacted with good for nothing Roy who was my chemistry partner. “Roll no. 91 and Roll No. 92”, he called out my roll number along with Roy’s, as expected.