Musicians are flamboyant people they say. Vibrant, classy, full of inertia, charming, crowd pullers, all in all an intimidating specie, if one could say. So, I met a musician today.
A small trek of 600mts and I was on the top of a small hill next to anjana beach. Boasting a cross which gleamed under the orange light of setting sun, peacocks which jumped around like metro hookups, the geography was scenic to say the least and boats crossing the pathway of laid back sun rays, made it further suger coated.
At such a wealthy, yet an isolated place, you don't expect to hear the music exhaled by a saxophone, and here I did. One nervous peek and I saw a man in white lenin shirt and black shorts, sitting on the adjacent cliff, faithfully indulged in his own musical serenity. The man continued to play with no audience, no applause driven hands and no definite purpose, apparently. I chose to settle down on the next cliff, far from his site, yet close enough to flirt with his music. The sun did set in the same direction, with the same plight, but the music, the music just made it sleeker. The moment stayed with me, so in my camera, my instagram, my whatsapp but not the feeling , so much for technology.
The musician got up and walked off, as darkness was almost knocking our door and that's when we made an eye contact. I was already having a fan boy moment by then, so I smiled and told him, how good a musician he was. He smiled back and believe you me, he must have been 45+, but that was the most good looking smile on a man I have ever seen. He said thank you in return, which probably should have been the least of my ode to him, for making this evening what it was, I thought.
My fan eyes shamelessly stared at him till his last glimpse as he walked down shaking his head as if he was dancing to some non-existent music. His right sleeve, hanging in air, kissing the breeze, flowing like a heart empty of inhibitions, while his left sleeve, occupied by his only hand, held his musical instrument.
Intimidated by his arena, I sat there, feeling lucky to be at that very moment, at the right time.
Inspirational, motivational, overwhelming, would be understating the encounter, magical probably would be the closest word.
To modify and quote from one of my favorite movies;
"Magic is all around us, all you need to do, is immerse"
(original quote) music is all around us, all you need to do, is listen. (August rush)
P. S; It's a small but gorgeous trek, the place has a white vintage cross, dark honest rocks, peacocks all around, and nice panaromic view of the entire landscape.
A small trek of 600mts and I was on the top of a small hill next to anjana beach. Boasting a cross which gleamed under the orange light of setting sun, peacocks which jumped around like metro hookups, the geography was scenic to say the least and boats crossing the pathway of laid back sun rays, made it further suger coated.
At such a wealthy, yet an isolated place, you don't expect to hear the music exhaled by a saxophone, and here I did. One nervous peek and I saw a man in white lenin shirt and black shorts, sitting on the adjacent cliff, faithfully indulged in his own musical serenity. The man continued to play with no audience, no applause driven hands and no definite purpose, apparently. I chose to settle down on the next cliff, far from his site, yet close enough to flirt with his music. The sun did set in the same direction, with the same plight, but the music, the music just made it sleeker. The moment stayed with me, so in my camera, my instagram, my whatsapp but not the feeling , so much for technology.
The musician got up and walked off, as darkness was almost knocking our door and that's when we made an eye contact. I was already having a fan boy moment by then, so I smiled and told him, how good a musician he was. He smiled back and believe you me, he must have been 45+, but that was the most good looking smile on a man I have ever seen. He said thank you in return, which probably should have been the least of my ode to him, for making this evening what it was, I thought.
My fan eyes shamelessly stared at him till his last glimpse as he walked down shaking his head as if he was dancing to some non-existent music. His right sleeve, hanging in air, kissing the breeze, flowing like a heart empty of inhibitions, while his left sleeve, occupied by his only hand, held his musical instrument.
Intimidated by his arena, I sat there, feeling lucky to be at that very moment, at the right time.
Inspirational, motivational, overwhelming, would be understating the encounter, magical probably would be the closest word.
To modify and quote from one of my favorite movies;
"Magic is all around us, all you need to do, is immerse"
(original quote) music is all around us, all you need to do, is listen. (August rush)
P. S; It's a small but gorgeous trek, the place has a white vintage cross, dark honest rocks, peacocks all around, and nice panaromic view of the entire landscape.
