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At a 50th birthday party I attended recently,the 20-something son performed for his mothers big day along with his heavy metal band of five other musicians. They sang some old AC/ DC numbers totally dressed the part long hair,piercings and tattoos,torn jeans and tight T-shirts,the predictable guise of budding rock stars. The son has dropped out of college to pursue his passion for music. The proud parents looked on indulgently,clapping enthusiastically at every break,and the rest of the captive audience followed suit. Im no heavy metal connoisseur and the music to me sounded shrill,out of sync and,occasionally,like Diwali gone horribly wrong.
Maybe its just the beginning. Theyll get better and be Queen someday. Theres a Somerset Maugham short story about a boy who wanted to be a pianist and,despite years of practice and encouragement from family,he wasnt particularly good. When he was evaluated by another musician who told him he should try a different career,he shot himself dead. Grim,indeed. One of the toughest aspects of being a parent is to be able to judge your own kids and their choices with some level of objectivity. You want so badly for them to follow their dreams and find their own space. Sometimes it works. Sometimes it doesnt. Unlike previous generations of Indian parents,many of us are not bound by convention. We dont think our children should become engineers and doctors,were liberal enough to let them choose their professions,no matter how offbeat. But breaking into the music scene and making it,despite the ease with which you can distribute it on the internet now is legendarily hard. It needs a combination of talent,money,exposure and luck. Even Lady Gaga found it tough breaking into radio at the start of her career. If the talent is sketchy,you dont have a chance. But what do you do if thats what your child wants to do? Support it,I guess.
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