The Sound of Music

"After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music ."

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 Aldous Huxley

What is it in music that touches one in a way nothing else can? It spares nobody. From a martinet to a wonky hippie, everyone relates to some genre of music. Perhaps one of those rare forms of art that one can indulge in even without having any prior or specialised knowledge in the field. The connection is automatic and one never knows when and where it'll happen, let alone why. Music has the power of bringing people together - even though everyone may have a different interpretation of the same thing. The takeaways may differ but all of it is strung through a common thread.

Music will be your companion at all times, in any state of mind, at any time of the day (or night). You blend with it, and it embraces you as its own. Like that friend who needs no words to understand what you are feeling. No questions asked. No opinions thrust. And more often than not just the apt expression of your emotions. It just goes on and takes you along.

Peace!
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My Tryst with the Quadrupeds - Vol. IV : Bovine Beauty

Last Sunday, my classmates and I embarked upon a little tour of a village near my institute. This was part of our course work for Rural Marketing. We were required to spend a day with the village folk in order to catch a glimpse of their lifestyle. In the process, I met a lot of four legged fellows. But the one that took my heart away was a calf named Soni.

I have seen a number of cows, bulls and their calves in my life, and some from very close quarters, but never has any bovine offspring caught my attention the way this one did. He was not only the smallest calf that I had ever seen but also the most beautiful. As I continued to gaze at him, he turned 24 hours old.

Soni's mother was away, his father was working in the farm, and he was all by himself in the shed.  I wondered how he must be feeling? Just a day into this world and he was left all alone. He could stand on his feet and walk around right from the time he was born. Can we even imagine this in case of human babies? In retrospect, I wish I could read his thoughts. Did he miss his mother? What did he think of all the people around him? What did he understand of what was happening around? 

Going back, in the excitement of the moment I could not resist petting him.  He was so petite I could almost carry him in my arms, though I did not. He had fleece like fur, and was quite literally as white as snow with little brown spots; a lot like baby Bambi with the exact contrast colour combination. I had never before touched a cow or it's child. I had had my own apprehensions, and in the next few minutes those apprehensions were about to vanish in thin air. A little hesitantly, I stroked his back. He seemed scared initially, but calmed down after a few strokes. I too got comfortable, and cuddled him playfully. I had merrily forgotten that we were there with some work at hand and could have sat there all day. But that was not to be. With the indignation of a child I left the shed unwillingly.  I stroked his beautiful face one last time and went on.

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