How Is It Possible?

I sat at the piano keyboard this morning practicing the notes of Raag Bilawal, the first raag that my Indian classical teacher taught me since I started the lessons two weeks ago. I practiced the notes on the piano keyboard and the violin, making every attempt to make it sound pleasing to the ear. But there was only so much of it I could do. I wanted to see if I could try some things on my own.

The song from Shor – इक प्यार का नगमा है – was playing in my head so I decided to try and see if I could figure out how to play it on the piano and I could!! And I still don’t understand how I was able to, with such ease and with no prior knowledge. I am amazed and in a strange state of excitement. Child’s play to many but it’s like learning to walk, or read, or write, for me! I see how excited my daughter gets when she can read a difficult word or spell it unassisted. My level of excitement is comparable. I couldn’t have imagined being able to do something like this a couple of weeks ago!

Last week I was able to piece together all the notes to the Do-Re-Mi song from Sound of Music
Although it is easier there, it is more like filling in the blanks.

Makes me wonder what’s next and if my teachers can lend some direction to my unstructured experimentation.

Just the other day I was conversing with a friend and telling him how lonely this state is. I don’t have anyone around me who can share my excitement or be proud of my achievements (such as they are). Most people my age will wonder at what would seem to be a madness of sorts because they will see it as a futile exercise with no results waiting at the end of the journey. But it isn’t a results-oriented exercise for me, it is simply fulfilling and satisfying in a way that nothing else has ever been. But one can’t explain that to anyone or hope to meet someone who understands what I am talking about.

Then again, why worry about that? Most of our quests are lonely ones.


  1. Nothing is impossible, even possible says i'mpossible. I am really really happy and proud of you. It's good to do the things which make you happy and give you the sense of fulfilment.

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  3. Thank you 'anonymous' for leaving me a comment only a mother…rather, my mother would leave me. :)I am glad you are proud of me, hope you'll always stay that way.

  4. impossible says I'm possible.sorry for the typo.

  5. I agree with your feeling on doing something just because you want to and then at the end wanting a little excitement from others. This is why I am a big believer on cheering for the next person. For example, I'm not a big runner but I did a race not to long ago and it would have been nice to have my friends cheer me on. Don't get me wrong, they all texted me. See what the internet has done. People are now there in a virtual way, the art of intimacy a bit lost. That would be a good title story. Anyhow, I've learned to accept and welcome any outsider cheers. So go lady with your new music talents. Should I expect to see you playing at the next Christmas function ; )

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