Music to my Ears
It wasn’t too long when I first realized that Music and me had nothing in common. My singing is as discordant as that of a donkey; may be slightly better ‘cause I am reasonably au fait with my singing potential and sporadically dare to even croon. I still remember my inconsolable and embarrassing incidents with the word M. It was rather exploiting, when I was made to sing in front of the whole class to pass the music test at school. The fever ran so high that I once skipped a final examination of music and then feared flunking the year for being absent in it. More so, this was staged without the acquiescence of my parents at the mere age of 10. And as I grew up, I felt chagrined on scoring a ‘C’ every year. This wasn’t enough, when I was incited by the melody of a casio and tried to get my hands on that. Just a few practice sessions ago, when I had started assigning the syllables to the melody, the tutor asked me to sing along while playing. Then and there I gave it up again. The s...