“There are times when the truth can only show you an illusion.” (Lionel Suggs)
Music is the purest form of magic. Magic is the deepest essence of music. The romance between the two is legendary. While music is our refuge, magic becomes our resurrection. There is no flow sleeker than music and no law stronger than magic. Both have survived the rise and decline of countless civilizations… both are unbound by time and space, or atoms and cells… both defining life and existence, uniquely and fervently.
The truest lie is magic, the loudest silence is music. A magician and a musician, both estranged by destiny and separated by distance, feel connected to each other through the invocation of their respective spells – magic and music. A series of Haikus and two cinematically emotive instrumentals attempting to create such an atmosphere of invocation:
“…when pain is over, the remembrance of it often becomes a pleasure.” (Jane Austen)
Scars are but evidence of life. Evidence of choices to be learned from, evidence of wounds, wounds inflicted by memories. Memories are like bullets. Some whiz by and only spook you. Others tear you open and leave you in pieces. Sometimes the scars remind you that you survived; sometimes they tell you that you have healed. Scars fade with time. And the ones that never go away, well, they build character, maturity, and caution.
Memories leave a light in the eyes, just as plain as scars. Versification of one such estranged and dyspnoeic moment, when painful memories and a torturous migraine decided to waltz in unison, presented in the form of a set of Haikus and two poignant melodies:
Some words are never spoken, but felt. Some feelings are never sensed, until stirred.
One cannot measure the mutual affection of two human beings by the number of words they exchange, but by the number of whispers they share. If whispers were the lyrics, silence was the music… making time spent together a melody that could be replayed over and over without getting stale.
The heart is not an organ, but a whisper in your soul. Two lovers, from two different realms of time, exchange glimpses of each other, through silent songs at every moonrise. A series of Haikus and two soulful tunes fictionalising a surreal romance:
“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you
because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places.” (Roald Dahl)
Silence. Have you ever heard the mystifying silence just before the dawn? Or the quiet and calm just as a storm ends? Or perhaps you know the silence when you don’t have the answer to a question you’ve been asked, or the hush of a country road at night, or the expectant pause of a room full of people when someone is just about to speak; or, most beautiful of all, the moment after the door closes and you’re alone in the whole house? Each one is different, and all very beautiful if you listen carefully. Autism is one such silence.
The world’s continual breathing is what we hear and call silence. And the language of this unexpressed silence is autism. It is neither a disease nor a disorder. It is about having a pure heart and being sensitive… It is about finding a way to survive in an overwhelming, confusing world… It is about developing differently, in a different pace and with different leaps. I believe God created autism to help offset the excessive number of boring people on Earth. In fact, nobody is purely autistic, or purely neurotypical. Even God has some autistic moments, which is why the planets spin and the galaxies swirl.
The reactions of the many should not affect the actions of the few. Being different is what sets you apart from everybody else in this world. It allows you to be unique. It allows you to process information in ways that people will never understand, and see things in ways that others would find unimaginable. It allows you to break free from the mould of society. You are beautifully unique and uniquely beautiful. You are not the same as anybody else, yet you are not different from them either.
Love is like the wind, you can’t see it but you can feel it. This verse is one such moment of secret expression of love between a soul who is deemed ‘silent’ and another who could read the silence.
“Miracles occur naturally as expressions of love. The real miracle is the love that inspires them.”
Miracle. Serendipity. Divine intervention. These often define the willingness to see the common in an uncommon way. Most people’s lives are a series of little miracles – strange coincidences which spring from uncontrollable impulses and give rise to incomprehensible dreams. We spend a lot of time pretending that we are normal, but underneath the surface each one of us knows that he or she is unique. Each one of us experiences miracles of some form, but we don’t realize when we do – miracles of healing, an answered prayer, an unexpected happy ending. Each comes quietly and simply, on tiptoe… so we hardly get to perceive its occurrence.
In fact, miracles are everyday things. Not only the sudden, great good fortune, wafting in on a new wind from the sky. They are almost routine, yet miracles just the same. Every time something hard becomes easier; every time we find a solution which until last week was non-existent; every time a kindness falls as softly as the dew, or someone we love who was unwell gets better; every time a blessing comes, not with trumpet and fanfare, but silently, at night… we have witnessed a miracle.
To love someone is to see a miracle invisible to others. This verse is a reflection of one such moment of serendipity when love decided to work in unknown ways:
Mr. ‘M-Square’… he is one person who can tickle the funny bone, even during the toughest of times, with his ever-joyful demeanour and innocent words. I must admit, God was very kind to us when He decided: “Ok, let the mortals have some fun now!” And thus appeared Michael Monday on this earthly realm, always ready to share his joy and fill every soul he meets with his radiance. Stephen King once said: “Any fool with steady hands and a working set of lungs can build up a house of cards and then blow it down, but it takes a genius to make people laugh.” This was precisely written for you, Michael. Thank you for the wonderful nominations (here and here). You truly are one gem of a person!
Gift. The greatest gift you can ever give another person is your own happiness. And that’s what Aditi did. “I have nominated you for a bunch of awards,” is what she wrote, and Voila! The moment I read it, I was like … (yeah exactly, it was … !) Stunned to silence for some few good minutes, before I gained my mortal status, owing to an infallible power cut and a jealous tropical summer.
Say ‘Hi’ to Aditi Mittal! A charming young lady who loves travelling, is opinionated and headstrong, and can be brutal if required. (Beware!) For she can charm you not only with her demeanour, but also with her words. And so, getting nominated for a platter of awards from such a graceful and vibrant personality like hers is a treat indeed. Thank you Aditi for the multiple honours! To read her tales, visit her lovely web journal here. 🙂
Now coming to the Awards, there are FOUR of them. Mighty ones! I was a bit curious about what they actually stand for. So I did a bit of research on them and came across some interesting details. Some are directly explained and some inferred. A charming collection, no doubt!