I can’t help it. Music does that to me. Perky music perks me up; sad music makes me sad, soulful music can drive me insane. Earplugs are my best friend, often allowing me the luxury of switching off from my surroundings. The daily 4 kilometres walk I undertake skirting through Delhi traffic and chaos is possible only with some music.
As I type this, radio 95 FM is playing the original ” Stand By me” score in the background. Love these oldies. In my mind, I am transported to a dance floor, dressed in my finest waltzing away with Prince Charming. The floor is wide with high ceilings. The ambience is cool and the lights dim. No denims and torn T-shirts but silken shirts and little black dresses, maybe even red. There is a mood of celebration, of being in the moment and champagne is doing the rounds..And oops, the song has finished and they are back to playing the bizarre hip-hop broken music :(. Now I am nowhere on the scene, no transportation possible. I can’t imagine myself in tight leathers and high boots shaking to mindless sound. Refuse to call this sound music.
” Beautiful day” by my favorite U2 has taken over. I leap off the cliff; my arms opened wide, the wind in my face. A sense of freedom, of abandon, of complete lack of responsibility. I am falling slow, almost able to feel the effect of sky and earth as they pull me apart. I am suspended, in no hurry to let this go. This is not the first time. Every time this vision has come to mind, I have never touched ground. Often enough my hands stretch out involuntarily and the beats carry me.
It is akin to meditation. I can go wherever I want, when I want, do as I please, be all the thing I wanted to be, be with whoever I want to be – without moving an inch. That’s the power of music.