Dream profession!!

It was just a usual morning when the suprabratham of the impeccable M.S.Subbalakshmi fondly known as M.S.Amma woke me up from my deep slumber. The day always dawned with the scintillating singer’s famous morning hymns.

It is one of those usual scenes in my house wherein the smell of sambarani filled the entire house, giving it a heavenly abode with the chanting of shloka’s by my mom along with the audio at the background made my mornings. It is at this conventional serene ambiance that I grew up.

It is not abnormal for a girl cultured at this background to be interested in Carnatic music. Soon I joined the league, where in weekly two days I attended my music classes. Though I loved music it was no longer in my agenda of the so called “career”. For music seemed a distant horizon.

Soon I grew up to qualify myself as “the city girl” and being a techie took my whole day. Life continued until it took a full 360 degrees curve after my marriage.

New place, new family and most importantly new responsibilities!!! Which I never dreamt of. There were certain things which kept me alive when I felt lost like a child in a busy market wailing for her mother. And top stood on the list the familiar voice of my childhood, M.S.Amma. I felt home and it gave a soothing comfort. I felt nearer to my home, to my childhood and cherished every moment of it.

Home away from. Soon I made it my home. My little angel made my garden of life blossom. Soon the scents of flowers filled my life. I was happy again! , it was one of those family function that happened in our hometown called lalgudi. Whole family gathered, it was such fun filled occasion for the children to be with grandparents, great grandparents and aunts. It was even a big respite for us from our usual grind.

Children loved the place as my mother-in-law filled them with their favorite sweets, the backyards where they could roam about freely and most importantly their train watching sessions in the evening with their grandfather who carried them on his shoulders.

There was a small Anjaneya temple few yards away from our house. It was night of galore at that temple. There were treats to one’s eyes, taste buds and ears too!! . I and My co sister strolled around the whole street holding hand in hand, enthralled by the music we stood mesmerized there for some time. It was a usual break for the singer, when suddenly my co sister pulled me around the mike and sought permission from the singer to fill the gap.

Soon we were performing, suddenly I could feel the oneness with the god. It was such a divine moment, probably godsend to perform in front of a predefined audience. The ambiance was just perfect and soon there were applause's, every learner of Carnatic music does imagine big for stage sometime.

The young girl in me who always yearned for music of M.S jumped in joy as she satisfied her hunger as a singer. Do I call it my dream come true? Yes, for those cherished moments of living as a singer in front of the divine, what more can be one’s DREAM PROFESSION! 

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