The Everyday sounds

One of the motivations for me to wake up every morning and go to college is the sound of my motorcycle engine coming to life

A Transcend Mp3 player , her earphones carefully tucked under my helmet , gives me the incentive to drive those 7 kms from home to college , The sound of Guitars from the Dire Saints , the chorus from the Mamas and the Papas , or an old joker talking about the “old days” drowns the noise of those pesky 2 stroke autos , Anand singing about “Life being a puzzle , sometimes happy other times sad “ helps me ignore those bikers who think cutting off someone impresses that girl at the bus stop

After the tragic killing of the engine , 4 hours of theory and couple of hours of stabbing at the keyboard , I am glad to be back to my transcend an the 20 minutes of bliss she gives me while I make my way back home

Dedicated to my transcend hope you recover soon

P.S

In a tragic incident involving my back pack falling off a rack, my transcend has a broken display, she required surgery but should be back in a couple of days, those who are very concerned can donate their ipods for the time being.

- MohandaaS

Well like every busy bangalorean, my conscious awakens with the most unique cacophony – my cell alarm, and the much hated grind of the day begins

This is followed by various gadgets screaming in sync – the doorbell, the microwave, the idly valve’s whistle

Then a step away, the world of commotion awaits – our own transportation system where the loudest horn has his way through the rush

Then comes the most dreaded sound – the bell of my college – which rings while I am still parking my bike as if mocking me that I lost – struggling and begging my way through our unreasonable chronicles of college – to my destination class

Then follows the most awaited sound of my life, the bell marking the end of each class

As the day follows there are so may more sounds that follows in random – from the canteen where the “chefs” are sounding in distress or just simply all friends head banging to a good song , and then follows the same grind of sounds backwards

But in all this routine grind of sounds that makes up my day, is the sound of that which intuitively grabs my attention, my mom’s payal, faint fragile a very soft melody

Each time it rings it brings in me a sweet sense of happiness , because it brings with it something my heart always longs for ( even though the feeling is not portrayed explicitly ) – my first belief mom

- Taniya