That Voice.

I fell in love with my voice today. Because it helped me keep myself awake after a long tiring day.

No, I did not yell at anyone. ;) I spent the drive home playing anthyakshari in the car with myself. A tone and decibel level that I would never use outside the 4 closed doors and windows of the car.

What? Are there no bathroom singers? I am a moving-car singer. :D I should remember to put that in my google+ 'bragging rights'. 

It is important that I make a note of this because, if you had read this post here, then you would know how I feel about my voice. For I may not feel this good again. But of course, anyone who spends an hour singing their favorite Lata-Kishore-Mukesh-Rafi songs, would like their voice, be it any kind. Especially Kishore kumar's songs. For they give you the freedom to yoodle. :D

During my brief stint learning music - I only ever wanted to learn to play Veena but my teacher refused to teach me unless I learn vocal too. Of course you need not guess how that ended - I stopped learning both after a couple of years.

What was I saying - yes, during that brief stint, my teacher tried real hard to convince me that my voice did not sound as weird as I thought it was. I think she might have even convinced me if we had more time. She taught both my sisters (who have wonderful voices), and maybe she thought somewhere behind my ugly duckling of a voice hid one of melody. I don't know.

I do know that I definitely do not like my electronic voice. So don't ever record and play me back my tones. Ever.

Admit it. The title confused you didn't it? Thankfully, no voices in the head and things don't talk to me. Although the same can not be said about me talking to things. ;)