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Sunny

Dancing to the daily doses of destiny 



If the movie was true in all aspects, then I'm happy to know that there's much more to Wolfgang Mozart, precisely Mozart, as we all know this genius composer. I saw this one yesterday, when it was screened in the OAT. It touched me. What took me aback even more, was that every 1 in 2 had no idea of who this Mozart actually was. Mozart, the man through whose fingers money just slipped, the man who never made copies of his music, the brilliant child who started composing symphonies at the age of eight, who was probably music personified. I used to hate opera singers, but realised how much effort is put into making one. This strengthens my belief that nothing is good, neither is anything bad. It depends on how you perceive it. Mozart had it all in his head, even before he tried it. Putting it on paper was only a formality so that other mortals could grasp it. He was a carefree young man obsessed with music, so much that all day he sat in his working place filling his sheets with notes. Rhythm that went up and down, be the tempo, be the notes, I still don't understand why some people regard it divine, they say God was singing through him, I guess music too is esoteric. He knew it, he possessed it all, he knew what instrument to use when.

But in the theatre, I stood for the antangonist, Antonio Salieri, the Viennese court composer. He was a person who loved Mozart's music, which he thought was the best he ever heard, but still hated it for the same. He accused God of planting in him the desire of praising him through music, yet God was rude to him by not giving him the ability. He was envious, but at the same time he couldn't stop extolling Mozart, at least he said to himself that this was true. He thought none of Mozart's contemporaries were competent enough to compose works better than him. Well, I too am a person who hates being a mediocrity, I keep pondering all the time on why certain people are adept rendering the others relatively inept. Of course, if everyone were the same, no spice in life, because you can never be special. Still, someone still whispers, is it Mr.Soul ? He says, "There is no fun coming off the second best."

Mozart met his demise at the age of 35, but he possibly, had elixir smuggled straight from the heavens, to compose music that would be alive forever, precisely - eternal.


Blogger Abdul Bijur V.A. said...

"Antonio Salieri" <- We got that character for Dumb-C once, got screwed royally in that round.

anyways .. hyd bloggers! keep up the good work!  


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