Indulging my soul

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.


About Namita

A melange of colors, just like the rainbow. Sometimes, as bright as the yellow sun, brimming with energy. Then driven by the passion of red to pursue my dreams. Calm like the clear blue skies and playful like streaks of violets. I am a collection of stories, each different and yet the same. I am simple in my complexities and something in my nothingness. For my bread and butter, I am a reflexologist – a profession which is more than just a job, it is my passion. When I am not busy in conversation with the feet, I potter around with my camera lens, indulge in good music and snuggle in with my books. And when my energies begin running low, nothing perks me more than traveling to unknown places, meeting all sorts of people and exchanging tall stories. I am a founding trustee of the Uday Public Charitable Trust that hopes to provide the gift of education to children of martyred soldiers and also other deserving children. It is a cause close to my heart. My gypsy heart cannot sit still and I must always move, explore…The mountains call out ever so often and I am off with my backpack. Trek, trek, trek…I want to push my limits always..rediscover my fears and move forward with my strengths. i love myself and my life, I must be god’s favorite child . With much to do and much to see, i am on the brink of another journey, always.
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