Funny stuff

I am told I write good. Well, I WAS… so now that is in the past. Phew!

I used to think I was good at drawing, but I tried my hands on it, and realized how hard it is to draw anything that is in anyway similar to what is in my mind.

I was told that I could take good pictures, but then I found pompous people with no artistic sight holding expensive cameras and suddenly that identity lost all its charm.

So I finally picked up my guitar. And that was (and still is) awesome while it went on. Highly intense at first, and like a love later on. I love my guitar and I hate it when people play around with it.

Here is the story. I heard a piece and it was beautiful to me, I wanted to play it. So, I learned and practiced until I could play half of that piece, just before the hard part starts. At that point I stopped learning.

It was that way for several months – or close to a year. I met some new people, those who were interested in guitar but not in me, or those who were not as interested in guitar as me. Then I came to India and put my guitar at home and started looking for jobs.

And that lasted for around six months. After six months when I picked my guitar I found that I could play things I couldn't before! Maybe my standard of expectations for myself had fallen or maybe it just takes time to get those things, but I enjoyed my own play a lot more. I found myself improvising, and I found myself surrounded by people who genuinely liked what I played, and encouraged me to play more. Awesome people I tell you, it is rare to find such people.

But somehow I still couldn't play that piece. Not that I tried a lot, in Aguado's defense. So, I looked around for a classical teacher and at the very end of my stay in Bangalore I was able to find one. I took around 6-7 classes but was unable to follow through file searching for another job.

Then I moved to Chennai. That was last year. Some three months back I was able to find a teacher. He took my book and lost it. And he didn't teach me anything.

So now I am sitting here, with my guitar in my hand, playing all those tunes that my friends asked me to learn, and improvising a little in between. But at all I times I am not happy with the way things have turned out.

Hey! That wasn't funny at all!