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Unveiling of a baser instinct?

Music has this strange quality of opening sores. Some pieces of music bring forth such strong reactions from within that I almost look at myself and exclaim,”When did you start feeling so intensely about love, of all things?” A digression: I can’t empathise with all that drama and passion which goes on in the name of love. Not to blame any lovers but I am a *thanda* person. Therefore, when a song makes my cheeks hot, I am surprised. It is a bit strange. It’s almost as if the music has uncovered parts of me that I wasn’t even aware of. These parts remain hidden most of the time. So much so that I am unaware of their very existence. But when I start knowing that they stay silent under my skin, very close to the surface, it is almost as if I discover new shades to me. I am kind of awkward around all these passionate declarations and strong feelings raging in the minds of young heroes and heroines. But so songs feel so right that no wonder they make me uneasy. It’s like the unveiling of a baser person, one whose presence I cannot really feel comfortable with. And all it takes is a mere song, to do that!

When I watched Madhuri Dixit in Parinda, there was such an innocent sexuality to her that I understood what Sartre meant in Age of Reason, when he writes ( can’t recall it verbatim) about the trust and innocence on a woman’s face telling him what sadism meant.

Makes me wonder: all these shades, beautiful and ugly, co-exist within us, don’t they? Like Tyler and Jack in Fight Club.

P.S. diffdrummer, I am talking about the song ‘Hari Chandana’ which I mentioned about in the kerala journal.

P.P.S. Isn’t it interesting (for lack of a better word) that music, which has the quality of making us feel divine also has the power to make us conscious of how human and fallible we are?