Less An Interest, More An Escape- Music!

By Manishika Shukla

Escapism embedded into me. If I feel threatened by something before my eyes, rather than fighting it away. I’d eventually shut my eyes presuming that someone would fix my problem for me. 

Not to my surprise when I open my eyes, I still find myself hanging in the terror but this time, way more closer to the problem, because time is the fire on every bridge that I run on. If I stop in a while, the fire comes close enough to kiss my feet and if I stop forever, I end up in ashes.

But still, none of this is my concern.

The concern is the act of escaping reality that I’ve been doing for ages now. 

Music! The best escapes ever; you can fight with a wall against my opinion but still at the end you’d find the wall winning the debate. Undoubtedly, music is the only escape that plucks me away from the intense realities and throws me into my fairylike imaginary world.

I have always tried to surround myself with enough music, sometimes switching from genre to genre enough to disrupt the harmony my brain is accustomed with. Genres? Talking about it the topic can go till a sixth page, but still, what I appreciate is always what I do—

Music ranged from soft to loud, from sweet and pleasant to sad and grieving, from happy and bright to dark and dull. A large variety exhibited, but if the question comes upon choosing one for myself , I’d choose life! Life because choosing between music genres is a near death experience.  

No matter what the genre is, I’ve practised enough escapes to use any of the genres to run away from reality. I have imaginations for every single song I hear. Every song lands me into a different world. 

And always these imaginations trying to cover up reality, not realising that when the cover is snatched by time, I’ll end up in bare reality, vulnerable to every thing that would come in the way.

With music, I can’t sleep! Unlike my father who can fall easily asleep on hearing pure silky melodies, I am the type of person who instead would wake up to create my own scenario that doesn’t exist. Is there something wrong about it? Because I don’t see myself ever leaving this age long culture of mine.

I love imagining the things my eyes could never witness. The eyes might not get old in the reference, but the brain feels a lot old for having seen ages and places without any support from my eyes. Nothing like a fairy world have my eyes ever seen, but I can tell you the way it looks! The way there’s a soft music playing in the background while things are bright but blur. Cavelets that welcome no one and bushes that are dense enough. All paired up with music! 

I assume, music cannot be a therapy to me. Sometimes music is the steep path I choose before today and tomorrow, eventually slipping into tomorrow but having manipulated my mind that I still am living in the present. Music is the beam of light I run after in a dark forest. The only ray of light that brightens up the forest! 

Be it any genre, be it any moment. Music made me see more universes than they actually existed.

The land you say doesn’t exist, come seep through the spaces my mind is hollow in, every world exists.

Life gives me issues, I hide myself into my imaginary world, the portal of which being music.

Don’t tell me that I can’t give up on this addiction.

Will life give up on giving me problems?

By Manishika Shukla