A Drop Of Golden Sun-

-weekends  at  home  in the  evenings  is  spent  as  a  routine  religiously  followed  regimen  watch  television, sa  re  ga  is  a  reality  show, this  season  stretched  miles  longer  and  amazing  singers  in the  age  group  from five  to  fourteen are  participating  , what  awesome  inspiring  dedicated  singing, their  training  if  is  given  credit  then  all  trained  singers  are  not  equal  to  them, so  it  is  felt  it  must  be  their  previous  life  karma  added  to  this  as  extra  balance  turn over,
-rejection  is  a  way  to  selection, top  eight  remain on the  stage  holding  on, new  challengers  were  added  to  give  them  competition , the  fights  were  so  musically  thrilling  and  enthralling  that  the  world  of  music  and  fantasy  was  spun around  
-sound  of  music  was  a  movie  every  old  fashioned  child  from old  fashioned  background  is  grown up  on, the  nutrients  are the  truthfulness, sincerity , patriotism, courage  and  pure  love  for  music
-but  the  sun that  shines  on music  lovers  is  more  volatile  because  the  singers  have  more  energy  and  become  bahubalis  of  melodies  , practice  makes  one  perfect  the  skill, only  if  it  is  inborn ability
-a  bird  without  natural  talent for  singing  will  practice  but  not  become  a  sweet  sounding  musical  bird
-beethoven  plays  musical  drops  showering  directly  into  the  soul of  the  listener, not  a  trained  musician  i  still adore  good  music  and  appreciate  good  listening, sometimes  admiring  the  sounds  of  silence  as  much  as  the  quirky  bark  of  my  pet  ceasar  a  saint  bernard  , the parrots  squeak  so  sweet  like  the  squirrels   echoing  their  thoughts, the  rustle  of  the  leaves  , the  moving  winds  softly  through  the  trees  , the  sunset   seen  almost drowning  itself  behind  the  noisy  neighbourhood, the  moon coming  up  as  the  working  class  comes  back  home  walking  tired, the  street  lights  illuminating the  streets as  the  children  play  and  peddling  their  toy  cycles, all is  music  until  mind  is  at  peace,  peace  is  the  pure  music  of  the  soul without  which  all  sounds  brash