Noises to melodies.
I've been constantly pampered by the idea of babel. It's been a real fascination lately. Every other time I find myself sketching out its dimensions in my mind. Babel. This was the one word I had been searching for almost three years and I finally found it a few days ago. Since then I have spent a considerable amount of my time and energy relishing this idea and what it gives out. Babel literally means confused noise, especially of voices.
It was June 23rd, 2009. It was my first day in S.I.C.A.. I was standing in a line in the corridors of the second floor for the morning assembly. Being a student from convent, where strict discipline was followed even while moving in lines, I was disappointed to see my new school did not have a pinch of it. Noises. Anywhere and everywhere. Some students were in the quadrangle below, while others were on different floors lined up. Since it was the first day, each one of them had something to share, something to say and each one was busy talking. Babel. What a heart-pouring, eardrum-bursting, nerve-wracking, unable-to-understand-a-word drama! I stood there last in the line, watching and hating enormously every bit of it. I remember trying to find that word in my mind which would fit in but vain. Since that day I had begun the search for that-one-word and now, after three years, it feels like I achieved something!
That day, while in the lunch break, I was sitting at the stairs of the quadrangle when I realized how much this babel means to me. It has been a part and parcel of my life at S.I.C.A. from the day I had joined in. I was particularly amused to find myself how much time has worked upon me and how I have transformed myself in three years. I love what I hated then. The noises which disturbed me in the first place now seem to be musical in a sense. Friendly voices echoing in the walls of this beloved building which seemed so strange and unappealing then now enthrall me. I enjoy this endless, baseless, senseless, meaningless babel as much as a caffeine addict enjoys his latte. It is my daily dose of what they say 'music to the ears'!
It was June 23rd, 2009. It was my first day in S.I.C.A.. I was standing in a line in the corridors of the second floor for the morning assembly. Being a student from convent, where strict discipline was followed even while moving in lines, I was disappointed to see my new school did not have a pinch of it. Noises. Anywhere and everywhere. Some students were in the quadrangle below, while others were on different floors lined up. Since it was the first day, each one of them had something to share, something to say and each one was busy talking. Babel. What a heart-pouring, eardrum-bursting, nerve-wracking, unable-to-understand-a-word drama! I stood there last in the line, watching and hating enormously every bit of it. I remember trying to find that word in my mind which would fit in but vain. Since that day I had begun the search for that-one-word and now, after three years, it feels like I achieved something!
That day, while in the lunch break, I was sitting at the stairs of the quadrangle when I realized how much this babel means to me. It has been a part and parcel of my life at S.I.C.A. from the day I had joined in. I was particularly amused to find myself how much time has worked upon me and how I have transformed myself in three years. I love what I hated then. The noises which disturbed me in the first place now seem to be musical in a sense. Friendly voices echoing in the walls of this beloved building which seemed so strange and unappealing then now enthrall me. I enjoy this endless, baseless, senseless, meaningless babel as much as a caffeine addict enjoys his latte. It is my daily dose of what they say 'music to the ears'!
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