musik

Swedish entry word

musik [mus'i:k] musiken noun

uncountable toner arrangerade melodiskt, rytmiskt och harmoniskt (also used of pieces of such arrangements)

English translation

music

 

Examples

• gillar du musik?---do you like music?
• klassisk musik---classical music
• musik av J S Bach---music of J. S. Bach 

Idiomatic phrases

• det lät som musik i mina öron ("det jag hörde gjorde mig glad")---it was music to my ears ("what I heard made me happy") 

Compounds

• folkmusik---folk music
• popmusik---pop music
• musik|instrument -et---musical instrument
• musik|lärare -n---music teacher  

For now I could not believe that I have been living in Sweden for close to two months. On March 18th it will be exactly two months, if I really count the date.
There are days when I am alone and I go outside to take a short walk in the cold, and I look around me and see only whiteness. And I am reminded again that this was once a dream I had in my sleep. Of when the nights are cold and sleeps are without turning on the A/C. And when I go outside I need to put on few layer of clothes so I do not freeze to the bones.

Today was one of the days, that when I was feeling a bit out of synchronized from the real world. In my mind I feel only what I can't help to feel, and not what I should be feeling. And in my head I think of the things that is not constructive, but not destructive, that is definite.

Suddenly the thoughts of my family came into my mind. Of my mom, when she takes a nap in the afternoon because coming home from work always drain her energy to the utmost. Of my middle brother, when he comes home for a short break from his office, takes a shower and gets ready to go out again. Of my sister, who is always home after her classes at the university every day, but spends her time only in the room and playing online games. And my dad, youngest brother and sister would not be at home, because they have been away from home with their jobs and tasks as students away from home.

And I wonder what is sweet and naughty nephew is doing now. If his Ummi is still watching Up! every weekend together with him and whether he still gets excited every time he sees the big bunch of balloon scenes appear on screen. Babah would patiently watch his son and wife while commenting something to them.

And I miss them terribly. For I am the daughter that loves her family yet feels that she did not show her parents how much she loves them, and the sister who feels that she has not done enough for her younger brothers and sisters to teach them about the whole world out there.

Whenever Ayah is driving, he always turn on the car CD player to play P. Ramlee's songs. And I love the soothing classical music and P. Ramlee's soft, husky voice.

There were times when I could not understand why is it that older generations like to listen to keroncong music.

But as I grow older, I learn to appreciate the past, because I know now, that it will never come back.

So today I searched on Spotify for songs by P. Ramlee, and I was pleased with the search results. After I plugged in speakers to the laptop, the room is filled by the sound from down memory lane.
 

I can picture myself sitting in the back seat of our car and Ayah driving in the driver's seat and Mak sitting next to him, busy mending a hole in a shirt of Ayah, or something of ours. 

 

And then I felt a tear dropped down my chin. As I realized that I missed them so much, but maybe could never be the kind of daughter that they want me to be. 

 

And the musik understands my feelings.