Stories…

It’s easy to be lost in stories to get away from your own.

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Into the night…

Spaceship docking at International Space Station. Then whole crew lead by legendary Matthew McConaughey and Anne Hathaway leaving earth to find habitable planet beyond our solar system. Spaceship heading towards warm hole and earth behind.

With Michael Cain saying,

“Do not go gentle into that good night,

Rage, Rage against dying of light.”

And the that background score in all this, with major instrument being church piano.

Though movie was science fiction but that music was Devine. Taking you to the whole other level of peace.

It played with concept of time by transcending beyondq chaos filled life. I was not thinking or reacting to any thought. I was just there, in the moment, changing my rhythm of breathing with notes of piano.

It was my introduction to the this great master. *I touch my ears when I say it. A Indian tradition when you talk about great people* It was Hans Zimmer. Yes he has many movies in his achievements. He has done great job in all of them. But it was my first brush up to the world of background scores and theme music. And I never even noticed so great music before.

I was ignorant before so it was kind of waking moment for me. So chronologically for me first music of Hans is Interstellar. And then the others, Pirates of Caribbean, Inception, Lion king, or Kung fu panda and Rango too.

Since then I have started to be aware of music in the movie or tv shows.

Another great musician is Ramin Djawadi. Though I know his music to just two shows, GoT and Westworld.

Since then music has become big part in my life. I used to listen to music but now that I think of it. It was all crappy and too trash with no meaning to it. Though is it necessary to find meaning in everything?

I don’t know how many times I have spent whole night sitting in window and listening to these pieces and just staring at sky. Best moment was when I was on one of my treks. And winter morning, but foggy on a cliff overlooking backwaters of one of dams. I just sat there from dawn to sunrise listening to Interstellar and Inception scores on repeat. Not a once I thought of changing. To this day it has been my happy place. I imagine I’m in that moment whenever I’m down or off.

The reason to recollect all this is. Today I found Hans Zimmer’s one more master piece, this time it’s for documentary on Earth, Blue Planet 2.

I was dumb and also busy enough to miss it but I haven’t stopped listening it since.

To borrow the words,

“There comes a time when the world gets quiet and only thing left is your own heart. So you’d better learn the sound of it. Otherwise you’ll never understand what it’s saying.”

Well good artist and great Music know that language very well. So sit back and listen.

Waiting to be complete…

It was misty

It was drizzly

Dark clouds and

Sun engaged in ballet.

Cool breeze and

Thunders giving music to it.

The stage was green

With high ups and

Wide downs to it.

Contours of farm were

The stairs came from

The fog above

As if from the heaven.

Still something was missing

I thought.

Beauty can be

In being incomplete.

And then across the scene she arrived

On this metaphorical stage.

In this cold and wet being

It was her warmth that was missing.

She was final stroke

To the canvas.

Still I thought it was waiting to be

Complete was more satisfying

Than being complete.

First and last?…

She wasn’t the first one

He ever loved,

Nor will she be the last one.

He wasn’t the first one

She ever loved,

Nor will he be the last one.

He wasn’t the first one

To ever love her,

Nor will he be the last one.

She wasn’t the first one

To ever love him,

Nor will she be the last one.

Is it though? Or is everything lost in meaning?.