Rambling headphones … A Reflection

I met this gal years back when we ended up, by luck, on the same team in a fun blogging competition. After the Raiders went out of the tournament, we lost touch for a while, and then out of the blue, regained it too, possibly a year or two back. And after that, we’ve ended up as fast friends. It’s that closeness that makes transcends virtual and makes it feel (and it is) real. I thought I’d have a series of guest posts from my friends here, on Saturdays. And well, here’s Pins or Vaayadi Pennu or Ash or (any of the many names she’s known by) to begin the convention of guest posts. Well, true to her pen-name, she’s blabbering (ranting) with a smiley filled post πŸ˜€

The Saturday Spotlight – Vaayadi Pennu

During the course of these years, I’ve come to realize that I feel at home with the headphones around my ears and I enjoy the music that it pours out. If the said headphones is around my ears, the decibel levels of the music is almost high. High, then becomes a state when all the indicator of sound with respect to the source of this music are on its highest…

For instance, if I am listening to Kaantha, which I am at the moment.. the volume on the particular YouTube video is at the highest, the volume of my laptop is also at the highest, the volume on my headphones will also be on the highest.. πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€

Music in turn blasts from these little heads of the phones that are inserted into my ears.

Oh! ho!

If the two little heads are inserted into my ears, they no longer are headphones. They become ear – phones.. The headphones are the ones that are visible as covering the ears..

The earphones are trickier. In a crowd, or even in a room, the earphones are not noticed immediately if it is plugged into the ears. They camouflage themselves so well, that somebody may come, stand in front of me and talk; But, I on the other hand, would be in a private surround sound music experience created by the decibel levels by the earphones. The industry would call it, a compact, personal audio experience of may be pure music πŸ˜€

The moment these are plugged in… we enter may be unconsciously, a very personalized music life in a room the midst of a crowd cutting away the chilly wind that blows from the air conditioners if in a room, cutting away the chilly winds of nature..

My headphones/earphones and I. It enhances our experience ..

It remains personal and private until, the person who sits next to me in the big room says.. “hey.. listening to …Kaaanthaa…. on a loop” πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€

Sometimes they enjoy with me. At other times, they may say, the personal music experience is trying to jump the fence and enter their compounds. And at still other times, I may get away with such loud music because everybody in that big room around that big table may have their own personal surround sound music moments.

Imagine a table, a table in the centre of a room … it may not have corners, but it may have curves.. 11 people or 24, out of which one is me. We are all part of this table, we are all part of this space of the table physically but in our own worlds, worlds of work with our worlds of music.. Metaphorically, this table can very well translate into our blogging platforms.. let’s read the post again replacing the head/ear phones with blogs and music with writing πŸ˜‰


I think the one point at which our imagination will fail us would be the idea of a guest post.. πŸ˜‰ When Vins came up with the idea of a guest post, we said, why not guest posts.. there was a twinkle in our eyes, we were excited… we needed a common factor other than the fact that we were writing at each other’s blogs on the same Saturday of February … we took time out and chose a picture we had taken this week.

This ramble also part of the February rambles at Shail’s. This post is assembled around his picture and mine intertwined with the musical thoughts reflected on my blog this week. The many sources of mus-al service at the blog πŸ™‚

And I ramble along and this time reflected on ..

Good day!

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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