Go on, sing…
charukesi August 1st, 2007
I am feeling very happy today. I finally started music lessons - after years of learning Carnatic music as a kid (as any good Tambram girl of my generation) and then years of never ever singing, followed by years (yeah, I know, that makes me sound so old) of agonizing over resuming music lessons, I finally went ahead and did it today. Sure, I started with Sa Re Ga Ma Pa and will have to keep at it for a few months but it just gives me a happy feeling all over to sing.
When I was in class, little Aditya walked in, all of seven years, hiding behind mother’s pallu. No, he has not learnt music but he sings very well, proud mother said to teacher. Uh, oh! I knew what was coming. Teacher did not.
Oh really? Can you sing Sa Re Ga Ma for me?
No, no, he can sings songs, not Sa Re Ga Ma.
Teacher does a double take and says, ok? what song do you want to sing?
Aditya twists and turns and hides even deeper into mom’s pallu. Go on, beta, sing your favorite song…
Humko maloom hai, ishq masoom hai, dil seeeeee… the tune runs away, boys makes no attempt to catch it and taal, what be it please? but what the heck, he is only seven - but the mom is not - I look at teacher’s face - you just have to imagine this now - there is no way I can describe the look on her face. And the mom says, he sings so well, no? I have not taught him anything - he has learnt everything on his own, only from TV. Good for him.
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I know kids will be kids and all that but do parents need to be pushy parents? here is Dance baby, dance from long ago… a similar story.