And The Spirit Soars...

Have you ever experienced a moment when you listen to the strains of a particular piece of music for the first time and you are bound to it forever?
The melody is then no longer restricted to merely the auditory senses, but transcends to culminate into a joyous experience for the soul.
The heart is gladdened, the spirit soars, a warm, rosy glow envelops the senses and there pervades an inexplicable lightness of being.

That is what I feel and experience when I listen to the theme music from the Chariots of Fire.


A feeling of emancipation and elevation, of ecstasy and exhilaration, as if I have wings to soar high and touch the skies.
Though I had heard about the movie quite a bit, I had never watched it or even listened to the theme.
And then it was the dazzling opening ceremony of the London Olympics 2012 and at the grandest sporting spectacle of all, they played into the night. It was then I realized what a singularly breathtaking piece of music this was and how lucky I was to be able to listen to it! And the music conquered me once and for all.
I get goosebumps every time I listen to it and I am a traveler on the chariots forever.

Comments

  1. Arun S VenkataramanAugust 3, 2012 at 1:20 PM

    Very well written, you have perfectly captured the magical effect good music has on us. And this track surely is mind-blowing !!

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  2. ManishAugust 5, 2012 at 1:13 PM

    Beautiful , absolutely breathtaking music. I'd like to say thanks to you , 'coz not only I hadn't heard this piece before but also missed the opening ceremony too! So a big thank you! :)

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