I was blessed to be born into a family that loved all kinds of music- the traditional Indian classical, the joy of country and folk tunes, the upbeat pop rhythms, the lilting devotion of bhajans and the all-out beauty of Indian film music.
My mother is a trained classical singer and although she never performed professionally on stage, hers is the voice that lingers in my mind when I close my eyes and think of melody in music. My dad can appreciate the finest music and has a ear that can pick out a false note from a mile away- a trait that I seem to have inherited from him and which has actually seeped into other parts of my personality as well 😉
Today, when I teach music to my students, I see a blend of my parents when I appreciate music. The mother in me encourages, appreciates and lovingly points out mistakes. The father listens with a critical ear and is even stern at times, when the notes slip.
And yet, my students come back to say that they enjoy my classes- a fact that proves that love and discipline in equal measure, is required for a sustained relationship.
Honestly, the same is true of parenting. One without the other makes no sense.
Deep down, I hope that, one day, Gy will understand why I am hard on her at times. As cliched as it may sound, it’s for her own good.
It’s a short fiction piece titled ‘Murder Most Foul!‘
Do pop over and read that as well and leave your comments 🙂
I did take sugar in my tea. My only allowance 🙂
The reason I can eat sweets today is because it is a celebration of the day I arrived on earth. It just so happened that when I checked, the 90-day mark coincided with this day.
So, time to indulge, people. Just for today 🙂
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