The problem is that i have so much to write and when i sit down to write, i write a little bit, and then i just lose the rest of it... maybe its just plain laziness(which it most probably is)... or maybe i just don't have the rest of the words in me...
So in this post... i need your help... i've got a thought.. feeling.. whatever... i need you to look into the next few words and empathize/relate or just simply feel something... whatever it is... and write it down in the comments forum...
Every new comment that comes up, ill add it to the original post... If you don't feel comfortable with disclosing your name... feel free to anonymize-it....
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The Bass
There’s this emotion... its like the thump, thump, thump of a bass, beating against your skin. You can feel the music crawl up your body. It enters you from all sides. It vibrates through you, from your ears to your feet. And then it explodes into the ground. You can feel the ground shake helplessly… BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM
It's the feeling I experience when I listen to Viva La Vida, by Coldplay =)When that sweet beat takes over my body. When all the words make sense to me... when i can close my eyes and let the melody fill me... its a release... its the sound of that sweet falsetto... its the sound of so many, singing in one harmony...
-Anonymous
When everything fits perfectly... =D
I totally relate.
Life is a symphony. And we are the various notes. Together we can form the most beautiful chords and harmonies or we can cause a cacophony. But, at the same time we're all a unique sound and no two notes are the same. We let out our own special music. Even though sometimes two different notes don't gel, individually we're never wrong. We're all beautiful and melodic in our own way. And if listen hard enough, we can hear our own music, flowing through us...and it gives us renewed faith and a beat to follow.
So music = life. Very true. =)
-Komal Korla, The K-Files
A slow and steady transistion from deafening silence to beats coming to life.
Its when all senses collide and your body is suspended in room with vibrations bouncing off the walls and technicoloured lights almost blinding you.
Its love/attraction expressed through music. A reflection of your heart racing, deep breathing, your feet lifting off the ground in musical notes and sounds.
The pleasure that your mind and body experience. A strange rather exciting blend of Ecstacy and Bliss.
- Anonymous
Or maybe it's just the sound of a cello, wrenching at whatever you're feeling.
Or maybe it's the sound of a guitar, crying for a home.
Or maybe it's the pain in a voice, in longing and despondent hope.
Or maybe it's the solemn clash of a tambourine, held in the frayed palms of a nobody.
But it definitely is the music that shows you the emotion, even if it wrenches at it.
It's the declaration of homelessness, and the need for a home. It's the music that will take you home.
It's the music that relates the hope of a cracking voice, crying out so loud in belief.
It's the tambourine in the emptiness of the glass and steel world.
Pulling us all back into place.
- Nishant Mehrotra, Hours
Or maybe life's not a symphony, it's a mess, a downright anarchic, cynical jibe at the very notion of existence. And those beats, are what reminds you of the fact that there is a cadence to your chaos, a rhythm to your pain.
- Anonymous, The Cynic (apparently :P)
Life's an empty sheet. Every step we take and every choice we make writes the notes of our songs. Minors, Majors, a 7th when your feeling happy, a slight harmonic when your in love, a muted string when you mess up. But there's no going back, no mistakes can be fixed. What do you do? back down? Or blow the crowd away with a powerful solo and go out with a bang! That's what it's all about. The question is: Is it good enough to make other people want to dance to your tune? Most of all, are you able to dance to your own tune over and over again? No regrets! You only get one sheet...
- Anonymous
It sends shivers down your spine and that, somehow, sparks a current that rivets through your body. You try analyzing this glorious feeling, calling it "life's symphony" and "a rhythm to my pain", and it sounds all pretty and nice until you suddenly realize how futile it has become. Instead, what has begun, is this process of you trying to out do the other by distorting what doesn't need to be distorted, and basking in the sun of the beautiful words you just wrote. Suddenly, you find that "the bass" is missing. It is no longer about the feeling, it is now about you. And it is at that moment you realize, that the electric current that rivets through your body is just a sensation, a pleasant sensation, that frees you of thought for an instant. All that remains is that resonating current tingling your pleasure cells somewhere in the brain. It is beautiful. Leave it at that, please.
- Anish Malpani, Do You Really Care?
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