My mother speaks loudly. She is talkative and voice very powerful . My father on the other hand modulates his voice based on the situation. His voice is well balanced I must say. Low when on phone and high when he is angry.
My mother always wanted my brother and me to have a well-balanced voice like our dad. When I was in school she was so happy that my voice was was not loud like hers. She thought my voice was perfect. But my mother’s dreams came down crashing because the two of us took over her. My volume naturally goes high when I am talking about things that excite me and my brother is loud always. I don’t know if she is more disappointed about the fact that we speak loudly or that we don’t realize it. I thought speaking loudly is a boon.
My father used to do that when I was pursuing my engineering and I stopped talking to him about my college and new friends because he was more concerned about my voice. His concern was about what the other person going in the road may think if they heard me. I wanted my dad to listen to me first and then tell me about how to modulate my voice. Gradually, my mother supported me because she understood my point.
My mom would listen to me patiently and then tell me I was very loud and I should reduce my volume, it doesn’t look good in public places she said. She wanted me to learn from people who spoke on the mic with their ear phones, the ones who talk like they are on a secret mission of assassinating the nation right under people’s nose and doesn’t want any body to know. Dead silence. You can only see their lips move. She asked me to be the person I am not. She was being unreasonable and she knew that.
When I think back , I realized she must have faced some bad and embarrassing situations because of her loud voice and hence the concern. Someone once told me that mothers are always right. But this was not the end of the story. A colleague kept on telling me about my loud voice like I already did not know about it. I started talking in a hushed tone and then my dad started complaining he couldn’t hear me talking.
So previously and also now I am loud but also not audible as well. I am writing this post not because of what my dad thinks, it is just his way of raising his daughter. Just that if you are loud you will be told you are too loud and if you have a sweet and low voice you will be told to be loud. The world only sees things that a person doesn’t have, it is their way of showing how jealous and insecure they are.
I am glad I don’t need a Mic when I am on stage and I am proud about it. Are you the loud one or the being prodded to be one?
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It’s the reverse here. 😛 Dad has the high voice. Mom has a softer voice. I modulate it between the two of them. 😀
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Haha! Thanks for dropping by and commenting. 🙂
ramyar recently posted…Soul Sisters
Luckily o don’t speak loud
That mic one thing
Lucky you! 🙂 But speaking loudly has always helped me everywhere except home and my bay in the office. 😉
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Same here Ramya, my mom is extra loud and pa extra low, almost balancing. I am loud and low both, am extra loud when i’ve fight with someone 😛
Hehe. That comes without any effort. Isn’t it ? 😉
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The scenario is completely different in my family.Me, my brother nd my parents, we all have low voices. Sometimes its like we all skip each other words. Btw nice write up nd revelation
Lucky you guys. Thank you. 🙂
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Ha Ha! Loved it Ramya.I too cant talk in a low voice.I loved those lines about people talking in a low voice on the phone.I always marvel at such people.How can the person at the other end hear their voice?And what is the necessity to be so secretive?.Glad that I am not the only one who feels this way about people talking in hushed voices on the phone.
Thank you so much Subha. Yeah, even I don’t get them, I tried once and my dad did not hear a word I spoke. But I did speak. 😛
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Nice ramya… don’t change that for anyone
Thank you,Ela. I will not change myself for anyone or anything. We have learnt that the hard way. Haven’t we ? 😉
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I feel that at times, I speak in silent and hushed tone. May be a lack of confidence! But we shouldn’t change ourselves for anyone, be it our parents or someone else.
It is not lack of confidence, Vishal. Some times we are unprepared, that’s all.
I know, I have learnt it, that whoever we are, we are awesome. No alterations required. 🙂
Thanks for dropping by and sharing. Highly appreciated. 🙂
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great one ! Kudos to your audacity !
Thank you! 🙂
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Nice one.. guess I am somewhere in between most of the time. But if anything brings out the banshee in me.. then hell knows no fury! 😉
However, my blog is named Inking Out Loud… hehehehe…
Hence, seeing your blog post title I stopped to read it. Glad I did! 🙂
I know, some times we don’t have control over our voice. 😉 😛
Thank you so much for dropping by and I love your blog’s name.
I am super happy that you felt that way. Thank you again. 🙂
ramyar recently posted…Soul Sisters
Haha..We all are loud in our family ..but we try to be soft spoken when we are with others 🙂
I am soft spoken always. Just my voice goes loud when I am excited. 🙂 Thanks for dropping by and commenting. 🙂
ramyar recently posted…Soul Sisters
This blog was… how do I say it? Relevant!! Finally I’ve found something that helped me.
Thanks!
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Lol!! Happens with me all the time! I have a loud voice and whenever I narrate an incident, half of the times, people ask me to speak slowly! 😀 😛
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