Gratitude...
Gratitude
I just found some time to write again, with only the din of the A/C in the hotel room that I am in, in Manila. And after quite some time, I let the feeling and fact sink in; that I actually sang in a South Indian movie. The movie in question being "Ezra"; hither-to unreleased at the moment I write this.
I did have a one-sided conversation about this with my friend in a rum-triggered reverie (I'll choose to call it reverie and NOT rant because I tend to talk quite a bit when intoxicated and most of my deepest conversations with myself happen in this wonderfully reflective cocktail of music and whiskey/alcohol.); about how more than a so-called talent that I probably have, what was more interesting was a chain of events that led to me being very close friends with the person who eventually composed the song I sang, and as a result of that I was "asked" to sing.
Life is cruel, when it comes to rewarding a lot of people who put in determination and undivided attention into what they consider their passion at that moment in time when they truly thought they deserved that reward. But how do you know THAT IS the point when you needed reward?
There are countless people who have put in a lot of sweat into wanting to perfect their passion for music, by taking countless lessons in classical music. YET, here is me who eventually got the chance of a life-time to sing in the movies. I certainly wouldn't benchmark something that never was a dream in the first place. The way I see it; it's probably because there must be someone who says to you that you have done good. And that opinion must be totally devoid of familial connections. A compliment from a stranger is much more valuable than a compliment from someone you already know. A stranger who takes the effort to compliment you on something you have done, means it when they say what they say. Anyone can be a troll...Not everyone can be a constructive critic.
I for one, believe very strongly in focusing efforts into building friendships with people; I try not be a victim of prejudice, giving them random relationships a chance before you let them wither away, in the realization that I have put in efforts into maintaining them. NOT for those personal gains, but purely for the sheer happiness in having a conversation with people who I consider worthy of my time.
This may seem like I'm someone who strives to be politically correct, which probably stems out of the same emotion that drives me to NOT be prejudiced.
However, the way I see it is that the reason I sang and that I personally for once think I did quite good is probably because of how I met an individual, who I loathed at one point, and his dreams led me to this wonderful friendship with the person who composed the song I eventually sang. And if i remember right; I did repeat that point to this other friend, with whom I was having this whiskey-fueled rant - that if not for that one guy I loathed, there wouldn't have been a friendship that grew quite quick to blossom into our first widely public collaboration.
The point being that probably most of the best works of art around the world, directly on indirectly, have their roots in sadness and pain and negativity. And that beauty needs to be sought NOT only in the the perceived ugliness; but also in the perceived beauty.
I just found some time to write again, with only the din of the A/C in the hotel room that I am in, in Manila. And after quite some time, I let the feeling and fact sink in; that I actually sang in a South Indian movie. The movie in question being "Ezra"; hither-to unreleased at the moment I write this.
I did have a one-sided conversation about this with my friend in a rum-triggered reverie (I'll choose to call it reverie and NOT rant because I tend to talk quite a bit when intoxicated and most of my deepest conversations with myself happen in this wonderfully reflective cocktail of music and whiskey/alcohol.); about how more than a so-called talent that I probably have, what was more interesting was a chain of events that led to me being very close friends with the person who eventually composed the song I sang, and as a result of that I was "asked" to sing.
Life is cruel, when it comes to rewarding a lot of people who put in determination and undivided attention into what they consider their passion at that moment in time when they truly thought they deserved that reward. But how do you know THAT IS the point when you needed reward?
There are countless people who have put in a lot of sweat into wanting to perfect their passion for music, by taking countless lessons in classical music. YET, here is me who eventually got the chance of a life-time to sing in the movies. I certainly wouldn't benchmark something that never was a dream in the first place. The way I see it; it's probably because there must be someone who says to you that you have done good. And that opinion must be totally devoid of familial connections. A compliment from a stranger is much more valuable than a compliment from someone you already know. A stranger who takes the effort to compliment you on something you have done, means it when they say what they say. Anyone can be a troll...Not everyone can be a constructive critic.
I for one, believe very strongly in focusing efforts into building friendships with people; I try not be a victim of prejudice, giving them random relationships a chance before you let them wither away, in the realization that I have put in efforts into maintaining them. NOT for those personal gains, but purely for the sheer happiness in having a conversation with people who I consider worthy of my time.
This may seem like I'm someone who strives to be politically correct, which probably stems out of the same emotion that drives me to NOT be prejudiced.
However, the way I see it is that the reason I sang and that I personally for once think I did quite good is probably because of how I met an individual, who I loathed at one point, and his dreams led me to this wonderful friendship with the person who composed the song I eventually sang. And if i remember right; I did repeat that point to this other friend, with whom I was having this whiskey-fueled rant - that if not for that one guy I loathed, there wouldn't have been a friendship that grew quite quick to blossom into our first widely public collaboration.
The point being that probably most of the best works of art around the world, directly on indirectly, have their roots in sadness and pain and negativity. And that beauty needs to be sought NOT only in the the perceived ugliness; but also in the perceived beauty.
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