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Moved by Music


By Deepankar


Published by Deepankar at Smashwords


Copyright © 2012 Deepankar


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I was studying Civil Engineering at Patiala College of Engineering and having the time of my life. Life was like a cloud, aimless though not entirely, floating hither and thither with every puff of whim. There was so much to look forward to. Every activity was fun. Whether it was a simple walk to the city, a trek on the hills beyond the campus, going to the circus, a debate on Kashmir, a game of cricket, a rock show, or a party, there would be enthusiastic participants for everything. Every day was a celebration. I never had so much fun before. Careless, free, irresponsible, those were the glory days.

Nothing seemed out of reach. There was nothing that I couldn’t do or didn’t want to do, except, studying for the courses. I was not very bright at studies, in fact I hated studying, but hey, I loved humanity and I loved music. I empathized more with people than with the principles of suspension bridges, which my poorly informed professors, tried to drill into my head. I was sure if I built any bridges they won’t be standing for long but my heart throbbed when I was surrounded by people, in an auditorium, the market, the college cafeteria and even in the classroom where I’d be more interested in observing who was sleeping, reading a novel, playing games on their mobiles than listening to the professor. I’d gloat at mundane sights, of people going about their lives, like I was witnessing a waterfall or seeing the sun rise on the horizon. I smiled at strangers and made friends with random people on the streets, a gift I had received from my brother, Iqbal. I was a romantic realist, one who got his inspiration, his poetry and his music from life around him and this had earned me the title of ‘Sufi’ in college. I’d break into impromptu songs and shayeri and frequently philosophize on the purpose of life. To be happy and spread happiness was the motto of my life. Given an option I would’ve chosen to work in a mosque, write poetry and compose music all day. There, I’ve said it. Though I was training as an engineer, my true vocation was music. Nothing made me happier than plucking tunes on my guitar. I loved writing new songs and singing them to my friends. I wanted to create music which would dissolve boundaries, cut across religion, caste and creed and inspire people to love each other unconditionally. Then, how did I end up in an engineering college?

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