Zildjian

All of us in the family love music. We share almost the same feeling for music. We like the same genre of music. Well, most of the time my brother gets to influence much of the music that I like. We get to like various genres of music—alternative, rock, mushy love songs—anything! But “boy bands” is a NO-NO under our roof! It’s like a taboo if you’re in our territory. But sometimes, we get to laugh at our boy band jokes or sometimes make fun of them. Because of our love of music, specifically the beat of the drums, my brother and I wants to learn more about how to play the drums—drums of a band set (because you might think of just any other drum in the world). In fact, we just can’t get enough of the movie Drumline. We always watch it over and over again. We just want to hear the drum beat.

So what’s with the name?

I would like to note that Zildjian is a name of a drum set. It’s the world largest manufacturer of these world-class cymbals. They also sell drum-related accessories, such as drum sticks and drum heads. Its name is a living legend since it is one of the oldest in the whole world since it has existed for over four hundred years now. Zildjian is one of the best brands of cymbals all of seasons. The name itself is pleasing to the ears. This is what’s so special about the name—Zildjian.

Now, why am I so into this name?



He is more than a pleasant noise that rings my eardrums. He is a cuddly little thing that soothes my soul. When I hear his cry, it’s like something has hit the crasher. When he laughs, it’s like he’s playing with the ride. When he’s sick, it’s like he felt the vibration as the bass has been hit by the virus that is infecting him. When he is not in the mood, it’s like his snear has been hit by the snares of the bad forces of nature. Zildjian is one of the most beautiful things that the storks brought into our home. His chinky eyes twinkle at you. His dimple caves in deep into his face every time he smiles. His chubby cheeks (like mine! Oops!) make his face rounder. He means everything to me and everyone here in the house.

Now, you may have the actual idea of what I’m talking about.

Well of course, he’s not my son (if that’s what you really thought—oh my goodness! Still too young here!). He’s my nephew. Now, it’s about the name. Why Zildjian? Go back to the top of the page and you’ll see the reason why we thought of that name. It’s all about the love for music, ladies and gentlemen. We just can’t get music out of our heads just don’t get to think that I can play musical instruments. Ironic, huh? But, coincidentally, it is an anagram for his mother’s name, Janzel. Get it?