I was a deprived child! My parents never thought of giving me music lessons. So even though I would beat away at an Egyptian leather pouffe as though it were a tabla, or stage home ballets using the fridge door as a spotlight control, and could whistle in tune since I was five or six, I didn't have music lessons. I thought I could sing beautifully, but the nuns in our school were, presumably, tone deaf, and couldn't appreciate my voice. So I was never encouraged to sing. Though of course that never stopped me from singing, as my long-suffering offspring will affirm.
I have found an encouraging friend in Robert Fulghum, a kindred soul.
I quote, from his book ‘It was on Fire When I Lay Down on It’, ‘……I am a singer. ……I sing. It is what I do. God did not put my desire together with the necessary equipment. My voice is what you might politely call ‘uncertain.’ I can hear the music in my head, but I cannot reproduce what I have heard, though it sounds fine to me……….I liked being a parent to my children when they were young and had no musical standards and would uncritically sing with me…….Singers are those who sing. Period.’
Whether I could sing or not, I was, by the time I reached college, a passionate but ignorant listener of Hindustani classical music, especially vocal music. The radio was a great friend, and my major source of all music.
When I left home and started working in another city, I decided to fulfill my long dormant desire to learn music. So a colleague and I acquired a harmonium and found a music teacher near by. We obviously lacked the necessary commitment, or inspiration, and after a few months we quit.
After several years of marriage and family life, we moved to
Ah, the students. They were around six and seven when the lessons started. My son, A, had a regular kiddy voice. J’s son N had a really deep voice even at age seven.
You can imagine one thin squeaky little voice and one really deep voice going ‘saaa’ and
‘SAAAA’ at the same time. The teacher certainly had his hands full, especially as after the novelty of the lessons wore off (I think they were held twice a week), the boys completely lost interest. Two wrigglier bottoms were never seen. The teacher was a kind and honest man. After completing the first month, he declared that the boys were not yet ready to learn music, maybe they would be more receptive later on. I think he was most relieved. The boys certainly were!
(Young A did learn to play the
Although I insist that I’m a contented person, I do wish for a couple of things,
which don’t seem possible in this birth. One has absolutely nothing to do with the other, and seems most foolish and irrational, and that is my desire to be tall and slender.
The other is to have a great singing voice. In the meantime, I will cultivate friends who have no ear for music, and who will (faints) actually applaud my singing. Any takers?
LOL, Dipali. You know you have a wonderfully sweet speaking voice, but I've never heard you sing. Given that I've let my voice rot in the past four years - I'm willing to join your club!
Actually, was singing yesterday evening with friends. I KNEW I was terribly out of tune, but no one except Baby would acknowledge that. Felt nice, you know!
Well I have not had the chance to hear your sweet voice that Suki has had. But I am sure yours is wonderful, a hunch it is.
I would love to be a willing listener to whatever you sing. You are such fun to read, I m sure it would be a greater fun to hear you sing.
You would rock, Girl.
can you sing on the phone?!
:-). Hey, believe me, the desire to be able to sing well has been bothering me for many years - in fact, for a while I convinced myself that I had everything in me to sing well....but husband's unequivocal feedback :-) plus sudden unexplained cracking at high pitches forced me to take a humble standing. Would love to hear you some day!
sing dipali, i am all ears :)i think
singing is a really good stress buster.. i am ok-types of singing and break into a song once in a while...i just make sure i dont have an audience when i do so!:P
ever thot of learning an instrument?my mum's learning the harmonium these days and she;s loving it.
Dipali, if you're looking for an appreciative audience, come sing to my kids! They love to hear me sing even though when I start, my husband claps his hands on his ears and runs out of the room.
Oh God, this could be me writing about me. Just a few days ago, Dhanno said what would you wish for if a genie gave you 3 wishes, and the first one I had was the ability to sing. How I envy those with any form of musical talent. I am such an ignoramus where music is concerned.
As for being tall and slender. I wish.
You can sing to me/around me. No issues.
i think i posted something here but it got lost in a broken internet connection. anyway, im back. please join me in ur club too of singing-wannabes!!! :) i dont know if i ever can. never tried! although i'd like to learn to play tabla hmmmmm.
either way, i shall give u a call sometime and we'll work out how terrible ur voice is which i am sure it's not.! :)
Sing, and don't care what others think! I learnt this from an ex-boyfriend who insists on singing loud and clear at every opportunity, and I must admit there are these moments when he suddenly sings really well!
I would like to believe that he's become better because of my encouragement and the display of foolish bravery on my part. Hahaha!
@suki: Singing and speaking are two different things! You may run a few miles away if you hear me warble!
@mampi: See above!
@chox: No, thanks. What I need is a fun time with friends followed by a singing session!
@mira's mom: I was quite sure that I could sing beautifully, but this zaalim zamaana has broken my heart!
Don't let a mere husband discourage you:)
@churningthewordmill: I need to stop playing Boseji and sing for myself again:) I'm still a wannabe singer, not an instrumentalist!
But hats' off to your mother.
@a muser: I'd love to! I actually have a fantastic repertoire of children's songs:)
@banno: soul sister! What were the other two wishes?
@sue: I will sing to the wee Bhablet if I can get him to sit in one place long enough! You promise you won't clap your hands over your ears?
@roop: Never sang? Not even in the bathroom?
@penguin: Your kind words brought to mind a Carpenters' song
Sing a song
Sing out loud
Sing out strong
Don't worry that it's not good enough
For anyone else to hear
Sing a song.
In which spirit, that's just what I'm going to do! Thanks:)
Was going to mention the Carpenters' song, but I see you've done that in one of your replies. Popol and I will be looking forward to hearing your singingnin person!
Carpenters ke baad, listen to this:
"Ohhh Thande thande paani se,
Gaana aaye ya na aaye
sorry, that silly song from a long ago sanjeev kumat film (can't recall which one) came to mind.
@mysticmargarita: I promise to regale young Popol with The Ugly Duckling and Thumbelina:)I think I should stick to kiddie songs- can't really murder them:)
@anonymous: But of course- that is from Pati, Patni aur Woh.
Gaana toh chaahiye:)
Sing girl ..am all ears
I think you need to give us all a virtual concert :)I bet you have a nice voice.I think singing is such a great stress buster!
LOL I have been through similar experiences with my kids :)
If you sing for yourself, if you sing with pleasure, if you don't care how 'perfect' your singing is...you must be such fun to be with :) I have neither much of an ear nor much understanding, but I love to sing while driving, and to listen to my son, and willing friends sing to me.
Oh ! Plenty of takers Dipali :D
Next time I'm in Bombay am sure going to speak to you and well - you're on Dipali - I'll listen to you singing on the phone. Something tells me you're going to be really good at that too :)
@eve's lungs, dottie, indian home maker, gauri: You are all too kind! But I seriously don't see myself singing on the phone, Gauri:)
I am getting back to singing for myself while alone at home, thanks to all my encouraging friends:)
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I have something for you on my blog!
me too me too - my kids too! there - more takers than you imagined? :)
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