Monsoon Playback

It starts with slow piano melody with some clarinet fillers and a base guitar…when the first droplets touch the ground…and my forehead. I look up; hundreds of splendid stars rushing down with happiness of many different genres. The composition goes ahead…the flute joins now with a bagpipe and a santoor. Its not a sluggish movement anymore; it is now a wild crusade…the tiny drips have grown into finer drops of water…now the splendid stars bringing down some immense vigor. The drops are crawling down through my forehead, my eyes, my nose, my cheeks, my lips, my chin and then falling down to the ground. A violin joined now with tabla beats, and the drops malformed them into a cascade. The stars are now dictating the earth with majestic pleasure. The spell of rain touches my neck, my chest and my entire crust. I am flooded now…with bliss, with supremacy, with vanity…I am green now. The piano is playing a jazz with astonishing sovereignty and the clarinet is driving the clouds with its simple notes. I cannot rest now…I am dancing, I am jazzing – under the rain, under the gloomy cloud with my emerald wet core…

Band of goodness

It was almost 8 o’clock, I was lying on my couch and looking outside the window and involuntarily noticed my own heartbeat. After a long time I did supervise some time to hear it, just hear it – that’s it! I counted for a minute; my heart pumped blood 79 times. I looked out, a kid was returning home and his basketball – surprisingly - maintaining the same tempo – my heart was into. I counted my heartbeat for another minute (second time!). This time it pumped 86 times. I looked out, but the kid might have reached home or may be dripping the ball on the other lane. I looked in, it was 8 o’clock, I had to make dinner.

It was 11 o’clock; could not sleep though. I touched my chest and pumping was still on. I did not count this time, I could not hear it, I sensed the quirk, I tapped my fingers, I shook my head, I fell asleep, I met someone.

It was certainly an alluring creature. I could not see it, I did not know about its form, its gender, its color, its race, its voice. But what I did feel was its astonishing throb. I could hear that instrument before it; I could hear its enthralling rhythm, I could see its crests and troughs; I could touch its grandeur. I came closer to the creature but could not figure out what it was; however, could see that instrument.

I own that instrument now. Its with me forever and a day. My pumping machine retired last night and I employed this new instrument. It doesn’t have a string, neither it is made of leather; it doesn’t have keys, neither it has holes in it. But it sounds like a guitar, like a djembe, like a piano, like a clarinet. And I set up this holy rock band in the region of my realization. Alas! I did not notice the time then...