Blind Conductor - Story

In the place where everyone is sitting in their chairs to see the performance of the fallen artist, Alphonse Prabakaran performed at Sydney's largest house. Nobody can see the person either, can they?

Alphonse Prabakaran was born blind. He is a musical prodigy in the Western tradition of large-scale performances. He is a native Sri Lankan who entered Australia and became a citizen during the civil war. Once upon a time, his music directions were hits. He used to say, "From bars to the studio, we brought quality content to people." He soon reached the peak of his success. Nobody, not even Beethoven, would have imagined this much success. That, too, from a blind person! What a gift from God!

Soon, he started to love a girl. An ordinary girl who was his fan. She was the second person he used to see after his mother. While she saw the blind child's precious smile, his mother aided him in setting up with this girl. She never asked anything more than for his smile. When he was small, he used to fear the dark and would hug his mother's arms. He was afraid to walk. He was scared of what he heard. But soon, his mother introduced him to music. He learned to play the piano with his little fingers on the black and white keys. Soon, he mastered it. He didn't attend school or college. But he always participated in every music lesson from the head who taught him.

He'd soon become a multi-instrumentalist with perfect pitch. Soon, his ways changed. His methods to earn money started. He never imagined this would be his career. This would be his entire life.

A blind man entered the dream that all people dream. But he needed to be better to see the future. 

Soon after, the man experienced his first failure in his career by creating the most intelligent thing to do in music. It is never a person who remains intellectually superior. The people always set mediocrity as the standard and make excellent and extraordinary things seem bitter or hard to understand. He had no idea his fame would fall apart in the blink of an eye. In this unpredictable world in which skill alone does not determine victory. There are more than objects. But now, nothing can prevent him from winning this concert with the hearts of a thousand.

When it was time to show his talent, he slowly walked to the stage with his poor overcoat, shades, and a walking stick. Soon, when he reached the centre of the stage, he bowed and clapped as they surrounded the scene. When he received his baton. When he moved up and down and slowly waved his hands and arms, he made the string artist slowly make vibrations. When he heard those vibrations, he made the windpipes and clarinets howl like an owl to the roar of the lion. The trumpets that announced the royal entry played a spring melody.

When playing the first piece of his composition, 'Shores of Jaffna' is his tribute to the native country. He used to get nostalgic about how the fish smelled, how the waves hit the shores, and how the sand stuck to his toes.

While thinking about his nostalgia. He reflected on his happy relationship with his love. He was so pleased that those shore sands were attached to their toes and had stuck to her toes. But he had no idea that even sand could fall from her feet. So did his. She left him like a witness who left the sand when the popularity faded. She was savouring the heavenly papers that these people came with. When she left, he was at his lowest point. He did not know what to do. His only mother wants to show love. But because love is cruel to him, he doesn't know what to show when the pet is shown again. He fought his way out of his house. His blind eyes were not able to see the forthcoming.

Soon after, he came home. His mother was sleeping for eternity. Those blind eyes wept tears for someone he hadn't seen in his entire life. He cried with the loss of love for a lost life. Does this body, or the soul in it, go to answer the calls of this person? Never late, but it's too late.

With this thought, he concluded the first piece with a big sigh. Then he started the second piece of the concert, which was "Dance of the Butterflies." He uses only wind instruments to depict his love life, with strings creating tinkling voices like a deer in the grasslands with dandelions flying and butterflies sitting in the horns. 

She was sitting in the last row when this started in those thousands of crowds. She recognized the music which was dedicated to her. But now she is no longer Prabakaran's girlfriend. To her, he is nothing. She started to cry when the music went through the melody and hit the majors and minors. It felt like a spear piercing the heart. The spear was guilt. The guilt that she left him. While he is the conductor, he stands crying from start to finish. When the entire audience sensed a new world where fragrance smelled and the world was beautiful,

he felt a suffocating smell. It's so pungent that the flowers there fell to the ground. The song was opposite him, and the crowd loved the music. He and she felt pain and suffering. He cried and wiped them like sweat and moved his baton faster than ever to complete this dance even before it could end. After the show, the entire audience applauded him for his outstanding performance.

After that, he sat on the piano and drank water from the floor. He managed to keep it upright with trembling hands, but he dropped it. With those hands, they slide through the teeth of the piano. His trembling stops. He then keeps the mic and says, "This is for my late mother."

Suddenly, he didn't mean to say that, but he did, and he began to play the song from the performance while the troops adjusted to the melody and changed their chords. String the percussions and howl slowly. The song was like a river. And he remembers that this was the first song he wrote in his studio. The River of Infinite Loops, which was to mean that he would come back to his mother again and again.

Slowly, he recalls his first period with his teacher, who influenced him. He suddenly recalls something his teacher said. "Have you seen Michelangelo's Creation of Adam?" In it, God touched Adam with his hand. You will feel the touch of the person you love the most. It could be anything, a god, an individual. But when it touches you, that was your career-best performance."

Suddenly, he rose and used his baton to direct the entire symphony, improving the melody as he played the piano. When he grew, he used his wand and went up. He only noticed a sudden dimension shift from the location.

He was suddenly able to see. The whole place was in the middle of nowhere, where space expanded, and time stopped. Then he saw something approaching him. He heard his mother's voice as it approached slowly. His mind started to replay the question he asked the mother about how he looked and how she looked. Slowly, his mother approached him. His eyes were filled with tears and fear. Like a god, she came near him and suddenly went apart, and he raised his finger, and so did she, and when both touched, all went vanishes and came to the concert, and with that, he cried and finished the symphony. The strings dazzled, and the percussion rolled. The trumpet howled the victory. The whole symphony came to an end. When it got to the end, the audience stood up and applauded for five minutes without stopping. Flowers flew across the stages and fell at their feet. And the curtains closed. He was still in the same position and cried throughout the supernatural event he had seen. He ambles down the stage, retrieves his sling bag with a ripped leather strap, and wears it to his lean body while moving with his blind stick.

When he slowly walks out to the street, he hears many murmurs. When everyone else is moving in the opposite direction. As he walks through the crowd, he hears his name being called by many people. In his childhood, his mother would say he would live forever when a person's name was repeated many times. He would repeat his name repeatedly and say, "I will achieve immortality." But suddenly, when he is near a lamppost, his left arm starts to hurt, and he starts to fall down. Many people at his concert failed to notice him and pushed him down, where his baton would fall from his bag and laces. He gradually cripples as everyone stomps on him, and he can't see or cry out in pain with the same people who called his name for his performance. They trample on him, and he dies in their legs. Before his soul leaves his body, he thinks, "Is there any misery greater than immortality? Is there any story without an end?"