Music-language of life!

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After speakin abt stuff like colleges, IIT, individual..why not talk abt MUSIC??




Who dosent likes music?? Almost ever1 does!! Music is da ever so wonderful language of life n love! I love music, I listen to it at da most vague of moments n times..like before da exam to calm myself down..but I play it so loud dat da stuck in my mind throughout da exam..had a harrowing experience once! While studying, sometimes I remmbr da stuff I had learnt while a particular part of da song was playing so it kinda bcums easy to recall. While playing a song Im unmindful of what is going on n have to be givn special orders to shut da music, also after an exam( I remmbr wen I used to be drained of all my brain after an AITS exam,, AITS-All India Test series for all dose who dont know), I used to play metal, full volume, earphones..n used to go back to bed wid an unimaginable n unbearable headache!..But dats me..weird in my own ways!

I remmbr 1 such incident which I wud like to share n probably will not forget for da rest of my life..IIT exam day..I dint wanna risk playing music n den spoling my exam yet I was very well aware that if I dint I wud be restless n wud start to panic..I just listend to 1 song..Akon-Beautiful..Da lyrics are amazing n I particularly like da rap...I had da song in mind all da time,,But what I encountered in da exam was far from beautiful..I felt as if I had forgotten all my concepts..n da only thing dat went in my mind was "You're so beautiful, so damn beautiful", I kinda laughed at my misery...the results were obvious..nothing to discuss or disclose..But I dont blame da song..Its BEAUTIFUL!!...n even Music is BEAUTIFUL...

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rohitd923 said…
ur blogs are beautiful.... hm beautiful........
nice one man but metal alwasy rulzz \m/
July 7, 2009 at 9:31 PM
Sahil Kaul said…
yep metal lovers we are \m/
July 16, 2011 at 2:26 PM
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