Musical Serendipity

"Sangeetha Saagara" (Ocean of Music), as my mother always says. 

                 Infinite-  Eternal- Divine- Tranquil. Music is all that and more. 

Has there ever been a time where you are happy, sad or feeling so lost? 

Have you ever tried keeping company with music of your choice and felt the change in the mood? 

What a miraculous feeling is that!!!

Music has done that to me innumerable times.. Smitten for the love of music. 

It is for me- 'fit to die for'..

World of Music- I'm a Carnatic Classical vocalist by choice. This was the most treasurable gift rendered to my sister and me by my mother. She has always been my guru, my mentor and my idol. Music is something she gives utmost importance to in her life. There has been several times where she has been singing for around 12-14 hours and more in a day- No kidding!! She has strived her way up and earned every bit of it. That according to me is deserving. She was my inspiration and support system. Though I’m not much of a pro as her, I can take little pride in saying that I have experienced that inner satisfaction and serenity in music. It is so overwhelming that tears shoot down your eyes whilst that. I can't thank her enough for introducing me to this World of Music. 

Glass half full- I was 6years old when I first attempted to learn. Blessed with a voice without realizing the value of what I had. Though my mother was always my Guru, another learned musician trained us. Like any other field of study, music also had board exams to let one know where he/she stands. It was time for me to prepare for the junior level music examination and 2 weeks before, I was put through a trial run by our Master. My sister was always the non-revolting one, which made me the violent, lethargic and the irresponsible. My mother knew that I deserved this test from the Master to get me back on the ground and shoot down the level of over confidence in me and put my head straight. Though I was far behind w.r.t the lesson, I had forced my mother to make me give exams, as I knew whatever she knew. Having sat next to my sister I had grasped almost all of the lessons done to her.. I never used to acknowledge my Master as my teacher. But, I used to always overhear the classes and learn them, but never practiced and posed being over confident. He assessed me and I remember the exact words he had said, ''she will fail, why is she in a hurry to give exams''.. As stubborn as I was I wanted to prove him wrong. Odds were way against me, hardly had a week and a half for the examinations but never gave up. Practice sessions helped. Hard work paid off.  As the results were out, the first one to have known them was our Master, she came 3rd in our state, he conveys it with hesitation and astonishment. A joyous moment for me and feeling of happiness and pride for my mother. That was the moment where i knew music was not something which is taught like any other subject but something that needs self motivation and immense interest to drive u further.
Believe me, it does not end here....this was only my eye opener.

High on Music- In the course of learning one will realize that music can get as stubborn as u get. If u say, I can do it without practice an untold response we'd get is simply nothing in return from it. Instead, if we give some selfless time to it and it opens its arms and showers up your way.. 

In any form of art, dedication & practice or in classical terminology 'sangeetha saadhane' is the sole most important key to break open it. In music unless you indulge yourself into it you can't learn much after a point. You will stand being your own guide by practicing music. In the world of classical music, its not just songs anymore, you step into a turning point where you start discovering that it has so much more to give. You attain a transonic stage. 

Music takes a gigantic part in my life. Nothing in life is eternal but this. As my mother quotes; “Always remember, never give up on music, it will give you something that no one else can offer. If you ever lose it, at some point in your life you will regret it and at that point you wont have it in you”.

MISS to Mrs...

                     I've always been the person who gives the excuse of DESTINY for every question in my life. Anything which has or will happen in mine or anyone's life is for a reason and it's destined to happen, so it will.
                  
This attitude of mine always use to put my husband in a fix, making him think, 'is she really into me or i'm i her pass time..?'. Well, no love, you were in no way my pass time, my brains are just wired that way.. (now he knows..). He was-is-will be my '' The One''.

It was time to break the big news of our life to my parents and his.. We always knew that, having come from a Traditional Hindu families, they'd have their own mindsets when it comes to 'love marriage'. Both of us had prepared ourselves to the extreme climatic conditions of our homes, thinking in no way will we give it up or marry without their consent. Took courage for both of us and initiated the "Deal of our lives". The formal introductions were over with an inch of hesitation from both the families.

Talks went on- Agreements and disagreements were bound to happen yet on a happy note the D-day was decided. A happy moment for me and as he humors it, ''the end of my happy moment of bachelorhood''.. It took an year from the date of engagement and wedding giving me the time to build a strong bond between families.  I had to do it on my own without his help as he used to live abroad for his studies. I remember calling him every time i approached his house telling him, 'i'm scared to go inside..', but everytime used to come out with a big smile on my face wondering the reason for my anxiousness before i stepped in..
As welcoming as they were, i consider myself blessed to be a part of their family.

The Shopping Spree- The day was nearing... I've always been an impulsive shopper and never gave too much thought on wt i buy or wear. It was the same even for the wedding. My mother is always the one who's BP just shoots up when she shops.. An amazing sense of places to buy, quality, prices and of course Bargain!! Everyone one in my family calls her MJ (mobile jewelry), though she's over-rated.
Not so interested in shopping as any other girl but the excitement was umpteen.

Home- On one side there was this bottomless happiness of marrying the one, the flip side i was pensive. Leaving the house that made me who i am today. How can that be?
Gathering thoughts made it worse. A hyper sensitive father with a tough exterior whom i was so scared of and yet a day did not pass where i did not get yelled at for doing something as silly and mischievous. Days when he woke me up when everyone had slept and fed me while i slept with anger and hunger. A super strong mother who became my role model and showed how to be independent and do whatever you wanna do and still keep your feet on the ground and know the responsibilities of a woman in the house. A mentor like sister who always pulls answers out of my demented distorted mind with questions and thoughts and have such crazy fights over a small extra piece of chocolate just 'coz she was eating it slowly and myself gazing at the chocolate with my jaws dropped. Times where i over power her and she cried for help from dad.. I was always boyish- fought with brother's (and so trained :D), sat with boys at school, fought with boys, tagged to be the most talkative and notorious amongst the lot and my sister used to be my prey at home.. These and more and more of such beautiful treasured memories have to be bottled and left alone just for the sake of a social norm that- a wife shall stay in her husband's house.

Girl or Woman- The next time i saw them, i was perceived not as their daughter first, but as a wife of someone with responsibilities over my shoulders and my total look towards life is expected to look into differently.  Everytime i went home i was given utmost interest and met my needs in a glance. It was very weird for me to have treated like a guest in my own house. My house, is it not? I guess.. thats an obvious answer giving raise to silent questions.
I ask my mother why are you treating me like this, i was here yesterday. She says, you are no more that young girl but a woman. I have always been a little extra matured for my age, i know that she's not telling me this because i'm immature, she had a reason. She made her point.
I guess that's also why a woman is much more stronger than a man, emotionally.
Raj says, 'i don't know how you will be able to leave your parents, i'm deeply sorry that i feel helpless and only can comfort you here'. What more can i possibly ask....

D-day- The day is just a couple of days ahead and everyone is geared up to shove me out of the house as my will. Relatives from far of places, a beautiful occasion for them to unite. Moving to the wedding hall, preparing for the rituals to begin before the day. Unlike olden days myself and my husband to-be are in utmost contact as possible, sharing the pinch of fear of how the whole process will go by.
The wedding kicks off. Every minute my heart was pumping atleast 5times more than usual as i just did not want anything to go wrong during. Surprisingly for us, everything had a wonderful start and blissful end.

My moment- As he ties the knot, both take a glimpse at each other to feel the moment of togetherness and bond. The love of my life to be my partner for life.. Whatttaaa moment....!!!
As we wanted, with elders blessing and god's grace, it came true on 12th of November '09, a day so important in our lives... Living every moment like, 'has it really happened?' even after an year... 


Ahem.. Ahem.. and so i became Mrs. Rajshekhar Karpoormath (where is my whole name.. )
Now on i'm the Mrs...