Born to Sing 🎶; a Different Tune

© ✍️ Madhu Goteti, May 31st,2023

Hopefully my soundtrack memoir 🤞 doesn’t cause any incessant weeping in the readers. To me, welling up is easy since birth. At birth, I naturally appeared as a broadcaster —with a voice—enormously greater than normal for the vocal chords. I was bestowed with a strange kind of beaver-hiccups that leaned into intolerable colics, as and when , I gathered awareness about my surroundings, viz a viz, gut feelings. Every morning I was fed with a simple (lactose intolerant) milk while the radio 📻 aired this classical song https://youtu.be/7nXYYuorTm4

That subconsciously added jitters to my gut feelings. And as the music progressed in it’s own gradual pace, so did my digestive distress. So obviously enough, I could never hold anything in my stomach. It was much like chanting this hillside worshiping song, as I looked for lavatorial respite every now and then. The tunes somewhat gracing my soul were https://youtu.be/i-9mUDbGsEk

Taking my story back into infancy , I was born out of a gorgeously fertile soil which invites a comparison of nothing else than this https://youtu.be/qxDuLdfGfW4

The point to hold is to get a sense of what owning a set of a dorsal teeth means. To be honest , I felt like this while every morsel ( very consciously) made it’s grand entry and escape into the exits. Reading aloud from memoir diary and pulling it on for a show , my family exercised such bog visits : https://youtu.be/Lcb-Fsx_phM

So, in ways, if I were to give an account of my detailed elemental childhood life then it would be summed as these positive vibrations played out under the cryptic titles of “ trumpet girl “ from the following album : https://youtu.be/cGSlvg4xxto

And,for the bottom lifter, I turned into back in the ninth grade, a comparison, I shall add here, that’s always explicit in these tunes: https://youtu.be/K096sx5whTE

Metaphysically that ☝️ song was ingrained in this conceptualistic pragmatism of life. More specifically, when the notes hit the verses— “got to come out”—naturally. I mean whatever that song played to others , it held an implicit sense to me. Yeah, I was different — I sang dorsally since birth. It sort of ran in my blood but I was better at it than my siblings.

Although my mother never found me as appealing to those 🧬 genetics, my founding father was zapped by the volumes I was spreading in honor of his side of the family’s geriatrics. On the other side, my maternal uncle, coming from a calm class of physicians, growing indignant over my paternal virtues ,once said, to my father : “She’s nothing like you and it’s enough for me to keep an endless interest in gracing her —both with —medication 💊 as well as meditation 🧘‍♀️, simultaneously. “ Then on , everywhere I would go , a complaint would find an echo in my company. I was particularly the stubborn types, turning every head against my aromatic presence. I literally resonated among peers and family; equally with repeated sound and effect show. I mean my experiences may not be same as others but my circumstances were. So no one could ever relate to me to make enough comparatives towards my traits and the reasons for it. So in gist I always felt like this https://youtu.be/JISlh7et1w4

Finally, empathy is all I am talking about here. If the subject of my thoughts literally—moves, moves you, then we will be in sync. Else, allow me to say one ☝️ permissible way of saying one thing and meaning other like this : F@rt off !

Using the preceding to bring some clarity into an understanding of my nature, I choose to exercise censorship here, and yet manage to sing this analogy during my next visit to the lavatory https://youtu.be/GC5E8ie2pdM

Now, I shall wash up all forms of logics —ever more so, when its scope is restricted in the unknown faucets of digestive streets.

Namaste 🙏 🧘‍♀️📿🪬 ॐ