sound of music.

sounds of childhood are probably the music that we carry.

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The song in my heart,

What is my favourite music? This is might sound a little quaint. What I like the most is the off hum of people at work. The everyday sounds of life.

The earliest favourite being my father humming a vague Kannada song called “naanondu maduveya madikombe.” He had one poem karudu subbi. The background score for his naanodu maduve would rustle of paper and he would have a distracted look. While the kurudu suddi would when was getting ready for his bath.

My mother humming to brother “sittyako sidku yakko nanna jaana” amma of course usually hummed a whole ditties but the background score changed with her mood, sometimes it would be the pots and pans as she worked and if she was angry the pitch of the song went down and the pots and pans became percussion din.

The music that inspires me when I am restless is my grandmother parwati’s rather technically correct but not so melodious voice singing the classical numbers. While she cooked it was “sheshudu shivuniku bhooshudu” and when she dried clothes it “shaama sundara sodari..” after reading the news paper it was “yentharoo mahanubhavulu” and if we asked her opinion or if she wanted to tell us that she did not agree with what we did it was”maa kelaraa vicharmoo maruganna shri ramachandra..”

My husbands baritone singing of “bhaskar he gagana raaj” kind of tells me that aal iz well with the world and his wife.

The most moving music I heard is my aunt janaki (May her soul rest in peace) singing to all her grandchildren from pradeep to Jahanvi the various nursery rhymes, in tulu and Kannada. For all those who are interested in reading it the link is here

Nrk.blogspot.com

I guess it is the music of their childhood that they are singing, and the feeling of totality is there.