I want to say something today, you may have listened to me for the hour or so. Some will startle hearing my words and wonder. How can anyone that is at the height of music speak so harshly about the world. But a time comes when I must speak my ill fate that brought me here today. Oh I am not going to say anything on behalf of others in the music industry. Because I know all to well that I am not so great a musician as to do anything like that. I scoff, pray tell my arrogance at the site of a full house at the Royal Albert Hall in London.
You see the world was nothing but walk on a bed of nails. What my role was all too unkind as to traverse that bed of nails unknowingly from the start as to my birth, love and talent.
If you will listen I am going to lay bare my life today before you, will you lend your ears. As Arbaaz speaks to the crowd seated in the theatre in front of him. All listening in stunned silence, after hearing such melodious tune of the raaga.
Beside me on this stage is my strings, instruments that has never left my side on my journey. As Arbaaz lifts his Veena.
Devotion of this Strings has been with me in my troubles and those days of silence.
I tell you my life between strings and silence. These individual strings all alike but not the same, in-fact all varied and special.
I am going to show you these strings of fate of my free accord. Some play to a low reverb whilst another a high tinkle of life.
Look at this veena, all tattered at one end and the other with a shredded tail. Yet here it is the strings still intact. In my eyes it is such a magestic, fierce instrument with such an attractive shape. How wonderful! And I intend to display it to everyone.
Weigh it on the worlds scale for it's strength and resilience to each guru I played to music for to come this far must pinpoint there entry to this vena and my journey.
I want to be examined, by life sacrificing love and friendship as well as the warmth of heart closeness that I had to each of them.
From deep down my heart calls for the music to show case its journey time and time again fanning the flames rather than extinguishing it. As I say it again I will display it to the world. My heart calls out prove it to the world your worth, to those who shunned you, to those who disrespected love and to those who created turmoil in guise of romantic endeavours.
My name is Arbaaz St.Clair
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Between Strings and Silence
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