Steps Towards Somewhere

– Arriving somewhere but not here

I was supposed to be awake in the moment but somehow time slipped through the hands and lead my steps towards somewhere.

Exactly my point. The ancient art of conversation seems oh so relevant again!

We’ve known them all – Tech, Society, Religion, Sex and TV (possibly evolution) the reasons to devour from the moment, the only truth there is. Truth is,  we’re all too much into out screens than in our space around people. Life is much more than staring into a screen., isn’t it?

“For once, let’s put the phone down.

Let’s kick the butt, and put out that frown”

It all started when I would want to know ‘what song is it’ ( quick backdrop – I am musician too) whenever I heard a riff/solo/melody on the radio. Having said that, I’ve been one of the few lucky ones to be in surroundings which are ever-present of brilliant, sensible musicians and avid listeners. I guess it all comes down to my keen interest in registering a song in the grey matter of my head when it’s ‘worthy’ enough to be in my playlist. (Yes, I am picky and take immense pride in the collection of music built with pride, only allowing the choicest, selected few while filtering out the rest for my occasional SoundCloud/Spotify/YouTube spins). Call me a snob, it’s okay.

So it happened one day, the sounds emerged from somewhere, arrived in my ears and rang the bells of unfamiliarity, leading to the ‘aah this is amazing‘ feel. I, for one, sure do wanted to save that song forever in my playlist. Them Feels. There are some.moments you want to revisit again

Next urge, to know what it was which successfully struck a chord (pun intended). Next impulse, to pull out my phone and fire up that cool ‘I claim to know every song, but that’s never gonna happen’ app – and so I did, waiting for it to feed my curiosity. The animation grew closer to conclusion, the internet was on all fours,

the clock ticked…nothing happened.

I tried again, furiously closing down the app and re-initiating the process

Unfortunately, the app wanted me to try again. Wait, What! was I disappointed? Should I go and get the competitor app immediately OR was going with this a sound choice(no pun intended). More than often, I start judging the choices made in past to justify their result in present). As thoughts started overflowing in my mind, something unexpected happened!

In my moments of confusion, I could find one answer which I wasn’t looking for! I realized that not only it’d have been easier to simply ask what song from the person playing it, it’d have been a terrific conversation starter! Imagine, two different people digging the same song – Yep! Them Feels. Imagine the joy when two people appreciate the beauty of art together  – like patrons admiring the same painting. Remember the time and the place and the song – you and your musical friend could talk about for what seemed like ages? Pure. Uninterrupted Joy.
All of this, and a bit of that, gave birth to a sudden  revelation – Has technology subtly killed the art of a conversation? Are smartphones the new #BFF ? Have we
Arriving somewhere, but not here. Is it too easy to blame? Questions my mind asked, answers my heart knew. For once, I knew what I was seeking.

And thus, the irony subsided. I was no more clueless.

Ask More, Find Often.

Oh, and here’s what happened to the song – I did manage to ask that friend and strike up a beautiful conversation, a flowing stimulant like feel of being in the present moment only.

“The song is over, I am left with only tears. I must remember, even if it takes a million years” – The Who


Author: sharmandbharat

is in that space between music and silence.

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