Saturday, April 21, 2007

Is it in ur Blood ??

My last year of college... loads of time to kill ....
thx to the rain gods all day i just curl up my bed , every half an hr peeking into the kitchen if the Mutton biryani being prepared by my aunt is ready to be served ... post my afternoon nap while puffing up a cigi at Pink Corner (PC) {PC is common smoking joint for VESITIANS} I see this group accompanied by a few nice babes ,with water dripping from there faces going to their guitar classes.......Wow !!!!! dn't they look cool was the 1st reaction from my friend ...

As we turned our heads back to the normal position, I remembered some years back even i wanted to play a guitar ...sole purpose of getting an edge to impress girls n for now add to that a desire to learn some thing interesting which could keep me busy all this while.

To accomplish this without drilling hole in my pocket was 1 more thing i needed to take care of and very soon I came to know about a fact that our very own college has an instructor on its roll and we can use the instruments provided in the coll. for our lesson ....basically it boils down to getting to learn playing guitar without buying 1 & without paying any fee ..seemed perfect for me n the first thing i did the next week was to enroll in Peter sir's guitar class.

Day 1 :
Peter sir is a very simply and calm old man very diligently paying attention to each n every student in his class. He just made me familiar with the anatomy of a guitar and asked to keep a separate notebook for the lesson. This statement made me nostalgic about the fear of maintaining a notebook and getting the homework checked every alternate day was the case till my 5th std in school. Some how I got over it and started to concentrate on the 1st lesson
Playing "Cha" on a guitar.
Very meticulously for another half n hr i was learning to play cha occasionally getting disturbed by this female from MCA batch (sorry forgot the name) who too had incidentally joined the same day.

Day 2:
Today i managed to sit next to this female and struck up an conversation.Man o man free sessions with a cute female next to me. More than wat i had expected and some h0w graduated to the next lesson playing "cha cha" and this female went on to the 3rd lesson.

Day 3:
This female graduated to the 4th lesson n i was still struggling with "cha cha". Even this female helped to strike the right cords but poor me i wasn't able to .I was feeling miserable about it and peter sir noticed it. He came to n said "U r not a Robot , get some rhythm son " Some of these words made me concentrate even harder to get the right rhythm n i felt a bit more confident.

But as it turned out i wasn't up to the expectation of Peter Sir, so he came up again n said " Son, rhythm is in the blood , every body doesn't have it ...U must be made for some thing else ..but U can still try "

Now knowing that my blood lacks a component called Rhythm apart from the necessary ones like RBC , WBC n stuff , I let the feeling of dejection sink in over a few drinks at RAJ.That was the last day i entered the music room.
From next day onwards life was back to the same old routine , though kept bumping into this female during her MCA labs :)

PS : @APES now that we know some ppl do lack a few components in their blood shouldn't they be asked to quietly accept the facts and stop getting involved into somethings which are not meant for them.

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Superman ....

prerequisites :



  • a decent enuf but a busy road ( particularly with Trucks plying on )

  • a Haryanvi JAT truck driver whose has recently lost in Jalandar GP

  • a well geared bike

so here is how it begins ....


Over take the truck from the right side , blow the customary horn , i think i blew it for a few seconds more than what was required :P


This tickles the wrong nerves of the all egoistic JAT and here he comes, pressing down the accelerator of the truck , blowing his bull horn n mumbling not so sweetly "Sade naal Race...aan"


suddenly u will realise that sme thing has gone terribly wrong on the road .. n before u can get ur all occupied mind to grab the situation u will find the overly decorated truck trying to kiss the tail lamp of ur bike .......


The superman in u is awakened and all u do is open the throttle to full n zoom ahead .....this constitutes miskate no.2 ............ which in no way can be forgiven and arnd 1500 mts ahead u will find the JAT seeing eye to eye with u ......before u understand the gravity of the situation some magnetic force keeps pushing u to the divider on the road with the truck so close ; u wish only the other sex shud be .....


All gates open up n here u go flying in air on to the divider with ur bike dancing down the road ...cars screeching in the backdrop ...... and the superman in u fizzes out may be scared of the big mucchi of JAT. It all happens in a trice n the moment u look up arnd 50 eyes surround u except the 1 who caused all this .....


With some support and a hell lot of "kaise chala ta hai " n stuff u keep ur face hidden in the helmet ...dabbing both hands with some cloth to stop the tricking blood u go to pick up the mean machine ....get some of the basic elements back in shape n after sme good advice from ppl arnd off u go to the nearest hospital ......


Sitting back on the dressing table while a cute nurse applies some iodine solution to the bruises its time to introspect wat caused the wrath of JAT to fall upon u .......was it the horn or the clash between the superhero within u n the one driving the Truck ???


PS: Author recommends to always wear a helmet while riding a bike.