Perhaps because sharing diminishes something that was wholly mine. Perhaps it's a backlash against a culture where I am brought up with general idea that giving up things is noble. Everything from toys to food. Even if my cousin only vandalises my barbie. And if I believe bodily depriving myself leads to spiritual glory. But for all its grandeur, giving up things or sharing sucks. Children know that better. I notice my two-year old niece refusing to part with her barbie before everyone asks her to "share" it with a destructive seven-year-old.

So on that day when I didn't know I detested sharing, he said he listens to led zeppelin too. In a moment I felt anger because all along I thought it had belonged to me, that it was mine and I felt surprise at the feeling itself. I curiously examined the idea. It was the day I was glad Interpretation exists and in my case, thrives. What he gets from listening to the same music is different from what I feel everytime I don earphones to plug into Led Zeppelin. A note or a string of words mean more to me because I process it differently. I involuntarily connect my experiences and choices to the music I listen to and that results in the new, unique, inalienable emotion. Oh I just Ramble On.

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POSTED BY VAIDEHI VISHWASRAO




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