Sounds, Noises and Music over my (Y)ears


Sounds, Noises and Music over my (Y)ears
Part -1
I just suspended blogging, some time ago and this piece hopefully may renew my bolg activity. The idea of this came to me originally, but many in the universe would have also might get such an idea. While narrating about these experiences, I may have to share some sort of personal data and profile. But it is neither to highlight my ego needs nor an auto biography of sort through this. If it happened to me, sure it would have happened to many of you and as you read may also relate to some of these from your own. Fortunately that, God has betowed us with the faculty of hearing and also some gray matter to store those somewhere. I am not very sure this could make you read it interestingly! .
Of course, most of us know the differences between sounds, noises and music and one need not be a musician for that. Although there is large genre of music and liking one or other is purely a personal preference.
The sounds and music vary and change over time with place, culture and development and the state of mind etc.,. Sounds are influenced by other prevailing sounds in the environment as well.
As I grew up as boy in a village, my memories of different sounds, noises and music; some were good, some were bad and some were indifferent. Villages are normally supposed to be more serene and calm. The sounds, noises and music that time and my age were so different and as I am trying to recall, there may not be in any sequence or flow. Let me start sharing those:
There used to be system of daily dhobi cleaning clothes. They used strike them against a rock in a pond. As a boy, afternoon nap was like a punishment. Going out and playing in the sun was discouraged. As children, we were not allowed to make noises that may disturb their siesta. When elders used to take rest in afternoons, the far sounds of dhobis beating the clothes was audible. During the rainy season, nights were enveloped by the sounds of frogs (BEK BEK) creaking from water pools from a distance. Occasionally, a fox crying put (barking) in distant fields at nights. Once, I was walking with friends at night time through bushes, which was rare, the creaking noise of Crickets (keechurai) was so frightening. One night a wild cat (bavuru pilli) intruded into our house and was sitting in the attic. Our parents and elders were trying to drive it away, as children we were frightened by its ferocious cries. (myav myav).
It was mainly an agricultural village, we had a few she-buffalos for milk. They used their “ambaa” for signaling for food. Morning alarm system was not very popular and ryots used to get up with the first Kokoroko from the hen (“tholi kodi kutha”) . The bullock carts used to ply on the way to fields and the oxen were tied bells and its tinkling sound along the way was so pleasing. Vehicular traffic was very less, but any heavy lorry passing by the main road of our village was heard.
For any function in the village, a hired sound system from nearby town with old records was played, as children it was something we enjoyed with fascination. We used to observe the gramophone record revolving and a pin on it. The operator used rotate its handle after every song. We used to request him to play our favourite songs. There used to music band arranged for big marriage functions, and we used to get so much thrilled. Our hearts used to bounce with the drum beats. Even drama rehearsals for with a pedal harmony and actors singing the “ drama padaylu ” were enjoyed with awe. There padaylu were based on some ragas and I remember some seniors saying Adana, Mohan. Some popular padayalu of Krishna like “Chellio chellako” , “Jenda pai kapiraju” etc.,. There were some famous singers like Abburi and Ilapata Raghuramaih . For some children it was piece to be mimicked and improve their musical skills. The ragas were to be elongated with nuances. Radios are far and few and whoever owned one, the sounds could be heard by all neighbors. When we had our first battery operated radio, it was the privilege of my dad to listen to national music programs. It used to start vey late 9.30 pm, very late for the kids. Even with the bad reception of signals, he used to enjoy. There used to “chekka bajans” once in a way. It is a group singing accompanied by rhythmic dance around a big diya. Whenever there was any announcement by panacahyathi or big vegetable cart aperson used to publicize with Dappu. Even that was rhythmic As school children, we enjoyed the last bell and eager to go home or ground and play. It was like music to our ears.
The houses are used to be big and one had to shout to be heard from some distance. Even normal conversation one has make some effort. If one was curious, one can easily follow the conversation from the other house. In a calm place, villagers and especially children welcomed the events used flock to that place wherever and whenever one starts to generate any sound and noises out of which some was music.
I will start writing the part 2, based on experiences in towns and cities, in case people feel it is not a waste of time and effort.


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