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Bit Bizarre Mozart

I though of taking Mozart out in the open, on the dangerous and loud roads of Bangalore. This wasn’t just a meaningless amble though.

The sacrosanct agenda: I wanted to buy a case for my iPod from Big Bazaar.

So while the prodigy diligently conducted a clarinet concerto, I marched ahead towards my destination, the bastion of the urban middle-class consumer. The earphones lacked noise cancellation buds, but this didn’t distract our composer one bit. However, the ambient noise wasn’t feeble enough to be overlooked and I found it very difficult to concentrate. The noise was muffled, but so was the music.

I reached the Bazaar ahead of its 10AM opening bell and Mozart was done by then. An eclectic army of jazz and country musicians was commissioned to keep me engrossed until the door to the mall opened.

What the salesman said wasn’t really music to my ears.  There was no case available for my iPod. Mozart must have been thoroughly disappointed. I wonder if he rued conducting the concerto for me.

I trudged my way back home, music still crooning into my ears. I didn’t dare Mozart.

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