Music has meant different things to me during the course of my 26 years of existence, and those who know me, are aware of my passion for music that exists today. I thought it would be interesting for me to walk down memory lane and capture that journey in words.
Starting from nursery rhymes by Preeti Sagar, to my father playing the harmonica or the mandolin, my mother singing, my grandmother playing the sitar, Moni Dida playing the piano and singing "You do the boogie woogie", music has always enthralled me.
For a short period of about 5 years (age 8-12) I have no recollection of the kind of music I used to listen to. My memories of that time are filled with picnics, long drives, Sunday brunches, climbing trees, reading a variety of books and comics.
At around 13, I started exploring the vast collection of audio cassettes that my parents had, and I enjoyed the variety of music. I also developed a strong liking for instrumental music. Because the music was not restricted to any particular genre or region, I believe my ears got a good primer for what they were about to receive.
It was finally at the age of 19 that I met my Guru who changed my entire outlook not only to music but my life. He taught me how to entwine music and rhythm into my life. Just like a magician who enthralls his audience with a variety of tricks, he showed me the magic of music. He introduced me to various facets of music and life: emotion, discipline, spirituality, dedication, and respect. It developed in me a passion and drive that has been unmatched. For the three years that I learnt from him, I was possessed with a desire to excel; to be able to create that magic, which felt like bliss. No ambition has ever consumed me more.
Today ... I am a long way off my ultimate destination, and though I believe I have lost the momentum I had. The desire still burns strong, and I am still walking on.
