Speechless!

When I look back at the flow of events today, it appears to be a blur. They say, 'Morning shows the day', please read on and let me know whether what they say is right or wrong.
I was sad since morning, couldn't see a ray of hope by which I could be happy. My TL, Debajyoti sensed it and tried his best to motivate by forwarding me a few of his favorite songs (one of them being a Himesh Reshmiya number :-)). I began the music therapy session and towards the end of the list, reached a Gulam Ali – Gazal (Humko Kiske Gham Ne Mara) which did wonders to my mood. During lunch, when I was jotting down the lyrics of the gazal for future reference, Tanusri asked me to go with her outside, where she said “some people are singing along-with loud music, you want to come and watch?” I moved out with her quite unwillingly and stood there in front of a wheeled stage, where a certain karaoke competetion was being held. A representative approached us and narrated the process :
"This is a promo offer for a certain cell phone and we have arranged a karaoke competetion, all you need to do is sing along with the track, the lyrics would be displayed on a board". I said i'd compete. I climbed on to the stage, the song that was given to me was my unluckiest song of the recent times. I call it unlucky because, whenever I have tried to listen to it(leave alone singing or even humming), something or the other has gone wrong. I sang the entire song and was given a T-Shirt at first and later a Laptop-Backpack (the first prize) for the day.
The last time I performed on-stage was in August 2007 (occasion-Barshamangal)...don't feel like singing at all these days, dont know why...i hope i get back to the mood(of regular practice) soon. Wherever I go, even on social networking sites, my aquaintances and friends keep asking me the same question,"You still singing, right?" I had been repeatedly told by my teachers in school and professors in college,"no matter what you grow up to become, never quit singing". Am feeling extremely guilty for having discontinued (my singing lessons, for the first time in the last 22 years of my singing career) what used to be a passion and devotion for me. I apologize to everyone for this, I also look forward to starting my second innings in singing, i'm a tad bit low in confidence at the moment, please pray for me.

All my close aquaintances have been talkers and I have been the listener, the very patient listener. I still remember all that each of my friends( and also foes) had confided in me years ago. There had been times when I almost dozed off while tryig to pay attention to friends' late night sob stories and most of the times I ended up sobbing along with them. The reason why, they still remember to give me a phone call, whenever they have to say something...anything.

Twenty six years of listening practice and no talking made me a complete silent person. I dread talking these days, go off...as in, if there exists a switch to my system, then it involuntarily turns off when there are too many people around. I actually am scared that no one will pay attention to me if I ever have anything to say, so much that, whenever I speak, I increase my talking speed to God knows how many words per minute to finish off my story as soon as possible....at the end of which, my listeners (poor souls :-) ) look completely harried, attacked and lost. Sorry pals....but I genuinely love that look on your face :) What can I do? You dont give me a chance to speak!!

I do not plan to whine in this post of mine, on the contrary, I would request one and all..."Please guys!!practice listening to others, coz, if you do not listen to people like us, then we would one day revolt and stop listening to you"

After all, who do we go to when we want to be listened? Not to practical people, who will tell us exactly where we are going wrong bluntly on our face and ask us to re-think the entire phenomenon in question. On the other hand,we go to someone, who will give us a patient ear, who would listen to the entire story and in the process help us feel relaxed and also make us find out a solution for ourselves and we go back home and have a good night's sleep.

Listening is an art. People who listens are emotionally closer to all, than people who talk. He is more beloved, magnetic and does universal good to the way a person feels just before speaking his heart out. Imagine, when we pray to God, it is only we who speak, He just listens, we earnestly hope that He listens. Why? Because we want to be listened to, all of us.

People who call themselves 'good listeners' speak to God more often (because He is the only one who listens :)) and have very few (may be, one or at the most two) friends who they confide in.

We should all remember that Listening is a great role, it is a gifted art. So, listen to your near and dear ones, listen to your child, listen to your husband, listen to your friend even listen to your enemy, let him speak as much as he wants. They will all thank you for that, in their heart of hearts, without even thinking conciously about it :)

I was a bit low since morning today. At the end of day in office, I chanced a view at my blog and trust me, my blog looked very beautiful. Know why ? From a PR n/a, it has become a PR 3. I was soo happy that I almost shouted out. Nibedita joined to my enthusiasm and kept chanting rhythmically along with tiny jigs...... " jjhinka chiku...jjhinka chiku...jjhinka chiku". I dont know how long this PR 3 will exist, but at least for today, I have a reason to be Happy :)