Frank Ocean, the
popular American songwriter and rapper is believed to have asserted: When you are happy, you enjoy the music. But, when you are sad you understand the lyrics.
Brilliantly
crafted. Remarkably said.
When
I am often chewed by the cruel teeth of loneliness, music has always been
the best diet for me. The sweetness in the melody of music often helped me
freeze the teeth of loneliness from an extra attempt of bite. This aided me further
in seeking refuge under the muscles of music for all the times then.
And
it is at this turn of the clock that I realized Ocean’s amazing statement. I was
not just diving into a pool of music to let it shut my auricles so that I can’t
hear atrocious calls of loneliness anymore.
But,
I could observe the fingers of songwriters dressing the lyrics of their song with
a perfect fold on their outfit; I could witness the bleeding drops of love
falling from their heart; I liked the patience they took in painting their lyrics
over and over again so that the music lovers see its beauty from the right
angle like them. I admired them for designing the best shoes of lyrics so that
whosoever buys one, experience the same kind of comfort or pain on wearing it. In
all, I envy the prowess in them to do this because it is never a piece of cake
to be a lyricist after all.
I
remember the time when Bhutan’s nightingale Mrs. Dechen Pem robbed my heart
with her melody titled: Nga
Nyim chi Thromkha Joda, Nge gnyandro rnyimda chaeb may
(ང་ཉིནམ་ཅིག་ཁྲོམ་ཁར་འགྱོ་ད། ངེས་གཉེན་གྲོགས་རྙིངམ་ད་འཕྱདཔ་མས།).
That was probably in grade seven.
Whether
one relates it to be a branch of an infatuation or a shoot of an obsession, I like
rearing the youngness of that feeling in the museum of my same old heart. I can
still recall the taste of romance at that age which was so sweet but with a fatally
tender stem. The stem used to be so weak that, even during a short span of separation,
the mild breeze of Dechen Pem’s voice singing the above song, would crush the
stem of my infant love and let it bleed galloons of tears. Today, when I think
back of it, I see how the melody of that song cultivated romance in my heart at
a very tender age. I see how weighty the lyrics were because I often ended up
repeating the same verse while tending cattle in my village.
But
until today, I didn't realize that the song which sowed a seed of romance in me
took a new apron. I took a roller
coaster ride in Soundcloud.com where I heard the same song with the new
lyrics.
Nga Nyim chi Thromkha Joda, Nge
gnyandro rnyimda chaeb may (ང་ཉིནམ་ཅིག་ཁྲོམ་ཁར་འགྱོ་ད། ངེས་གཉེན་གྲོགས་རྙིངམ་ད་འཕྱདཔ་མས།) has
been converted to Nga Nyim chi Facebook Nalu, Nge gnyandro rnyimda chaeb may
(ང་ཉིནམ་ཅིག་ facebook ནང་ལུ། ངེས་གཉེན་གྲོགས་རྙིངམ་ད་འཕྱདཔ་མས།)
The
word thromkha in the first line of
the song has changed to Facebook.
The
sweetness in the original feminine voice is replaced by a sensational masculine
voice. There’s no Dechen Pem anymore but surely there’s Amrith Subba.
Now
listening to his song, I think that the romantic Romeo, Mr Amrith must have discovered
his Juliet somewhere from the island of Facebook.
“That’s
contemporary and it’s a 21st-century love song for the youth” I sighed
that evening.
Note: The lyrics were written and typed by myself. Errors in the spellings are under the sweet correction of readers.
The LINK to Mr Amrith's Facebook song: https://soundcloud.com/search?q=Latest%20Bhutanese%20song%3A%20Facebook%20na%20lu%20%28edited%20version%29
Nicely said about the music. I am also a music lover and listening while you are happy and sad makes a huge difference. Keep blogging!
ReplyDeleteThank you Riku sir for encouraging always. You are often the one who keeps me moving with your words. Thank you for visiting my page.
DeleteThis is internetgeneration... Nice read la. yeah its a nice song..thanks for the link
ReplyDeleteThank you Sonam sir. This song is purely for digital natives. hahaha. Thank you for the comments. Thank you for the visit.
Delete:-) Nice one sir.
ReplyDeleteThank you Sonam. I read your bitter sweet departure story. Are u back to the college? God Bless You.
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