The past few days I’ve been listening to music that I have loved since I was barely twelve years old. Somehow these songs have stayed with me through every twist and turn of my life, cropping up every now and then to remind and reassure me of their presence.
Yesterday, Rainbow’s ‘Temple of the king’ and Sabbath’s ‘Paranoid’ suddenly burst forth from 107.1fm, and today it was Rod Stewart crooning ‘Sometimes when we touch’ from a long-forgotten playlist on my ipod!
As I type, Paul Simon’s seminal Graceland album once again reiterates his genius and creative force. I first heard this in 1987, on my first-ever walkman, and twenty-two years later it still gives me goosebumps. It was the album that sparked off my obsession with world music, leading me to collect ethnic music from whichever place I have ever visited. The walkman too was probably instrumental in developing a love for gadgetry and portability that endures and evolves constantly, much to my wife’s dismay!
They say there is a boy inside every man, and I’ll admit that my toys give me a childish glee even today. But the past couple of months have been a rite of passage for me. For the first time I have had a sense of adulthood, of responsibility towards my family, a need to provide for my wife, parents, sister and in-laws. It has changed the way I view situations and people, and I have no clue what brought it on.
It isn’t a sense of ageing and mortality, for that is something that the regular practice of meditation has rendered redundant. Whatever it is, I do like it and look forward to new challenges faced with fresh perspectives.
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