Madhumitha's Blog

I am a very passionate veena player. Even the basic chords when played by maestros like Gayathri or Rajesh Vaithiyar can make my heart leap. For the sake of this instrument I started to learn vocal. At first I was very reluctant because I have always believed that I am not a good singer. But in some period of time music made me confident. It slowly is making me into a new person. I was more short tempered and ill mannered before. I think that music has tamed me so artistically yet so accurately. I found how to maintain the tempo in my life when I learned the Thalam. I also taught me the art of time management-“What to be done when within what time interval”. The shruthi taught me to take things from the inside. When something is external it is too artificial and hurts your heart. But when the thought (in life) and sound (in music) is form the inside it can make you feel divine. In order to play any instrument you must be a decent singer. Similar in order to be a successful person in li

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A nice poem which I had read: Just for this morning, I am going to smile when I see your face and laugh when I feel like crying. Just for this morning, I will let you choose what you want to wear, and smile and say how perfect it is. Just for this morning, I am going to step over the laundry and pick you up and take you to the park to play. Just for this morning, I will leave the dishes in the sink, and let you teach me how to put that puzzle of yours together. Just for this afternoon, I will unplug the telephone and keep the computer off, and sit with you in the backyard and blow bubbles. Just for this afternoon, I will not yell once, not even a tiny grumble when you scream and whine for the ice cream truck, and I will buy you one if he comes by. Just for this afternoon, I won't worry about what you are going to be when you grow up, or second guess every decision I have made where you are concerned. Just for this afternoon, I will let you help me bake cookies, and I won't stan

"Anu!Anu!" called out a voice.That irritated voice dawned from a graceful woman of 30-Shantha."Where are you Anu?"this time the voice sounded more concerned than irritated.The deep brown eyes of Shantha grew intense.It was searching in all possible directions for Anuradha.The tension clouded in Shantha's eyes cleared only when her eyes grazed the small frame of Anuradha on her bed.Anuradha a bright and smart 8 year old child.You cannot say if it was her hazelnut eyes or the dimple on her cheek or her beautiful wavy hair which danced on her shoulders which stole your heart.In a whole she was an embodiment of innocence.That is something that you cannot see in children now-a-days. "What are you still doing Anu?It is time we must go!Don't you..."Shantha's voice muffled when she saw trails of water running from Anu's eyes."What happen my baby?"Anu's eyes were bloated due to tears, her voice was stuck sore and all dry."I don&#