Is That My Flute Man! | Flash Post 374
Button, I was rushing to get done with my morning ablutions so I could make Dost a cup of tea as he had to leave for an early morning meeting when I heard the strains of the flute. It was my flute man playing one of his lilting numbers. This immediately soothed my nerves and calmed me down.
It’s amazing how music plays an important role in our lives.
When I was going through my depression and anxiety phases, my psychiatrist advised that I should listen to music. As we didn’t have a proper music system, Dost actually went and bought a Bose speaker so I could listen to music while the rest of the family were away at work. It helped. It helped immensely because music has a way of prising open the windows of a closed mind thus helping it to think and feel and live again.
I remember those days. Those were, perhaps, the bleakest years of your life.
I’ve always loved music and even learnt to play western classical numbers from a Parsi lady living a floor below ours. The piano Dost bought for me continues to occupy a special position in the living area and, even though I don’t play it now, I’d want to get back to it sometime not too far away in the near future.
I have heard you play the instrument on several occasions.
Not a day goes by when I don’t listen to music. As I sing or hum a familiar song or instrumental piece, I feel all my tension ebb away. When my flute man plays his song in the early hours of the morning, there’s never a day when my ears haven’t caught the strains of the flute however soft they may be.
You also play music on your system when go to bed every night!
That came as a blessing from the most respected general physician in Mumbai, Dr Farrokh Udwadia, when he got to know that I was a patient of depression. He asked me to play Mozart’s clarinet concerto in A Major when I go to bed each night. I’ve been listening to these compositions for almost a year now and not grown even a wee bit tired. He also mentioned that a research that was conducted found that this particular concerto of Mozart’s has the power to soothe frayed nerves. They do for me what lullabies do to babies when mothers want to put them to sleep.
I think we’ve already written a post about the role music plays in the lives of other species sharing this universe along with us. Even plants, for that matter, love music and thrive in homes where music is played.
You’re right. Thank you for jogging my memory. I only hope our readers don’t feel we’ve run out of ideas!