They were shouting. We were in class. We ignored the first two noises. The third one, we decided to check out. Prasad was asking students to shout out their lungs. Fellow mates of the first year class had to respond to the earlier shouts, only through a shout. Some hesitated, some laughed, some simply acted. We stood at watched as Prasad kept making students shout. Some, whom he asked to shout again did, while some others couldn't. They expressed they had lost their energy, or that they were too conscious for the second time.
The shouts seemed like the first cries of mankind. Each person shouted in different voices - those that they produced in different capacities, and different depths. The projections of energies was powerful and raw. And the taming of this energy created newer sounds, music and language. But what does it mean for language speaking people to shout? On one hand, it was cathartic, and on the other, it was sheer excitement. Could one shout with complete self awareness? What is the loudest we can be? And how does being loud affect our body and environment?
I remained with the profoundness of this experience. It transformed me to think about language, music and communication.
The shouts seemed like the first cries of mankind. Each person shouted in different voices - those that they produced in different capacities, and different depths. The projections of energies was powerful and raw. And the taming of this energy created newer sounds, music and language. But what does it mean for language speaking people to shout? On one hand, it was cathartic, and on the other, it was sheer excitement. Could one shout with complete self awareness? What is the loudest we can be? And how does being loud affect our body and environment?
I remained with the profoundness of this experience. It transformed me to think about language, music and communication.
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