Ever since I started to understand the world around me, I’ve known that singing came to me first, before anything else. All my life, I’ve never enjoyed doing anything more than matching tunes, singing my heart out and humming even in my free time. And it’s fascinating how some tunes sunk in me and cultivated to shape me as a singer. My journey has been unimaginable, filled with a fair share of struggles and hard work. I’m glad and happy that all of it happened, and the way it did too. The learning, yearning and constant striving had always been there till I tasted fame.
From what my parents had been telling me while I was growing up, my musical journey had begun from the time I was six months old, can you imagine? Both my parents were musically inclined and used to pursue singing class. No brownie points to guess that I became part of the classes too. Otherwise, I was a kid who couldn’t be contained and silenced come what may, but while my parents sang soulfully, I became a kid who was lost in the unusual excitement of the words and tunes creating a joyful environment around me. I was soothed by the ‘Music’ or ‘Sargam’ as it is called and I would totally attune myself to paying attention and imitate what my parents crooned. The way I was engrossed and engaged in enacting how the two most important people in my life sang, the guruji who taught my parents was highly impressed by my attention and concentration. That was also the first time my parents witnessed me humming something. They knew no bounds of happiness and were overwhelmed by seeing my first move towards music. I can almost imagine what a lovely moment it would’ve been. Coming back to the story, guruji was so happy that he blessed my parents and gently put his hand on my head and said “ This little hummingbird is going to fly with her wings wide, and music flowing in her forever! ”.
From the time I started to understand the world around me, I was a kid immersed in the ocean of tunes, rhythm, harmony and beats. And all that I knew was that I loved singing and I couldn’t distance myself from it in any possible way. Fast-forward to now, I now believe that it was always meant to be. My hard work, positive outlook, the struggle and most of all my passion and love for singing, drove me here. Could I have had a better kick to the journey? Maybe! But would I want it any other way? I don’t think so…
To encourage my singing and the little crooning I did, my doting parents surrounded me with the beautiful voice of Mohd. Rafi Sahab; and mostly played his “Pukarta chala hun main”. In that small age of around two or two and a half year, if somebody could idolise someone for their talent, then I had idolised Mohd. Rafi. As I grew up, my love for music grew intense. I’d be on the tip of my toe to talk about my favorite singers and show my singing skills to the guests visiting us. Unlike other kids, I wouldn’t need convincing or push, I’d voluntarily go and start on with what I knew the best. With that confidence growing in me, any hints of stage fear were dusted off my shoulder when I participated in a singing competition when I was only three years old.
Bhoomi Trivedi 