A lot new 2...

It was a funny feeling.

There were certain vibrations coming form somewhere not so far up, which were terribly exciting. The tympanic membranes vibrated as the metal chords cut across the air as we were carefully climbing up the stairs. We were greeted with a smoky and dark but still well lit up floydian environment. I could see a whitish door directly in front of us with some writings on it. And I slowly panned my vision to the rest of the contents; my eyes stopped at a grinning guy sitting smartly with an ax.

‘Monty this is Chayan”
I was introduced only with these four words as I went up to him, shook his hands, and sat myself down cozily on a chair next to him. And he happily handed me his ax and ordered me to play!
Man imagine this, you love a girl and her father asks you to ‘do whatever you want’ with her! I was a virgin if those beautifully carved bodies were to touch me! (And otherwise!)

I was stared at; by Slash and by Kurt Cobain and by so many gory and deathly faces from little paper windows all across the walls.

I happily slid my fingers allover the fret board and I could smell creation. I closed my eyes and could see little notes floating in the nothingness. Some were clear and perfectly shaped while the others were quite close to what they were supposed to be. I was playing the electric guitar for the very first time.

I thought I was good.

I felt so fresh and cleaned up.

And then I opened my eyes again, after playing through with Monty’s fourth curvy baby. He was still grinning. He must have seen the passion in my eyes. And then in a gentle voice said he, “you were quite good but now you need to change your way of playing completely and start it all over again”

The words were not at all harsh or painful. They contained meaning, more than what I could infer then.

A lot new...

The birds were too quiet that morning and I cursed them again! I’d overslept.
It’s really not hard to answer why I am so lazy; some would say that I am too excited all the time when I am awake. As a result...yes I am lazy!

It was a chilly morning and I came out of the shower and I layered myself carefully with amazing colored t-shirts...a black one, a white one...and a black one. It’s preferable that way...and yes I was looking beautiful (AS ALWAYS!)
Momma packed my lunch as I gorged on the breakfast, and in notime saw myself out of the house...I was off for college.
Neepa had ordered "Chayan if you don’t come tomorrow I will be very angry, Monty will not teach you if you fail to come with me tomorrow at his place"
And I had grinned and nodded. She must have sweared at me for that impish face that I presented her!

Ok so there I was, on my way to safeguard the vow. It was a long queue to the ticket punching machines. Office-goers, school children and many cranky looking and confused-innocent faces stared at me (god knows why?), as I scampered my way to the half working and half dead ticket punchers.

Shit! I missed the train by seconds and there I stood kicking and bitching as I grabbed some air in my bags after the quick sprint down and up the stairways to no effect! I was angry...mostly at the silly birds who didn’t shout enough that morning to unglue my sleepy eyes.

It’s a very long and boring walk to St. Xavier’s college from the Maidan metro station, and ironically it’s the shortest distance form the other metro stations or bus stops around. And I measured that the never-ending walk was covered in a record time of 7minutes and 09 secs.
Though I wouldn’t call it a walk for I ran and I jogged and was even stopped at signals...but never walked!

I was too excited that day...and all my folks could see that on my face. But I refused to believe them. I thought I was behaving perfectly normal and neepa must have told them about my excitement for the new guitar classes.

People fantasize about different things everyday and in a way they are amazingly different from the fantasies they have had the previous day; and for me, today it was the mere thought that I would play the electric guitar for the first time...
Aishik and I had other things to discuss when some Winny gal came in through the backdoor of the Socio class...I am tremendously crushed on her for a long time and I know she is all aware of the fact but, BUT let me now fucking leave that out for now and write abut other curvy bodies! What else guitars!

Well it was 2.45PM when our debate on 'which is the funniest part in a women’s body' ended when the bell rang and neepa showed up. Robin and Anushree were cozing up in a corner when we decided that we should leave them alone to a much polluted and crazy world of cars and buses!

Aishik, neepa and I cabbed it till Monty's. And in the ride I was asked by a certain someone to keep myself limited to thoughts only, and not give them audible effects! And I was sadly finishing my lunch.

The cab took another right turn somewhere in kidhirpore and we were there in the unknown. Rather Aishik and I were there in the unknown, while neepa and the cabbie had been acquaintances. It was a smooth and easy journey and the cabbie even sang some Sindhi songs to our amusement! Anyway off we were from our yellow ride and I scampered along struggling to put the lid back on the lunch carrier!

There the dream was realized...ATLAST!