THE GUITARIST

 THE GUITARIST

As I sit in bed, lost in the music playing in my head, I’m surrounded by

posters of my favourite rock stars as they stare down at me from the

walls of my bedroom. I bend the strings of my dreadnought acoustic 

guitar, which is in standard parlour size, my white-coloured instrument to the 

tunes of “Comfortably Numb”. The Pink Floyd number is coming alive in 

my bedroom. The sensation of the fingers pressing down on the strings is

mindblowing.

 

 

 

As I head over to the recording booth, I have my headphones on and I 

I am deeply engrossed in playing the cover of “November Rain”, the eternal

Guns N Roses's song evokes childhood memories. The excellent computer and

handful of decent mics make a good fidelity recording. The sound engineers

join me in the jam sessions, which take me back to the days when GNR ruled the 

roost. The feedback from the guitar body in my hands was encouraging.

 

 

 

After the recording session at the studio, I head out to the Starbucks coffeehouse.

Amidst the intimate setting and dim lights, I play “The Lady in Red” as patrons.

 gathered all around me, sipping exotic Starbucks coffee and listening attentively.

I get a heady feeling as the aroma of fresh coffee in the cosy coffeehouse hits

my nostrils. I play Ed Sheeran’s “Shape of You” to increase the tempo.

 

 

 

When it was time to head home on the metro, I spied an artist playing for commuters in 

the bustling underground metro station. His hat and guitar case is lying open.

I'm in front of him for tips. I can make out the distinct strains of John Lennon’s “Imagine.” The energetic, intense solo is moving.

 

 

 

In the mood for some serenading, I head over to my lover’s room and, under

her bedroom window, I strum to Michael Learns to Rock’s “Take Me to Your Heart”. The soft rock music, the acoustic guitar tones and the soft, soothing melodies break the silence of the starry night.

 

 

 

I head to concerts on weekends and enjoy various rock band guitarists shredding on stage. The drummer, bassist, and Vocalist mostly accompany them. The amplifiers and speakers behind them boom out “Hotel California” and the mesmerising riffs of “Stairway to Heaven”. I take it all in, guzzling a bottle of Coke and some snacks. The stage presence of the artists is

electrifying. They regal the audience with their electric riffs, evoking many emotions.

 

 

 

On my yearly holiday, I head to the Goa beach. The scent of wood and polish

from the freshly tuned guitar amidst the beach bonfire during Christmas is an altogether different experience. The fingerpicking “Everything I do, I do it for You” reverberates to crashing waves in the background. The waves add a touch of romance to a wedding-like atmosphere.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

THE STUDY TABLE

    THE STUDY TABLE   ABHISHEK MUKHOPADHYAY.   A middle-aged man full of vigor and enthusiasm in his salad days Put his back-pack on his study table And stretched up blooming and energetic He put his smartphone with earphones on the study table He put his wallet laden with his knick-knacks on there too.   On there he put the voice of his dead mother There he put the scars of the surgeries he had undergone On that table his first peck and his latest The bunch of back stabbing snake friends And the other good friends who helped him an hour ago.   On there he put the recipe of his favorite family poppy seed dish The brightness of the table lamp The rhythmic sound of the steel wrist watch gifted by his sister The latest thriller by Stephen King with a catchy bookmark inside He put that on the table.   The haunting tune of Eric Clapton’s song “My Father’s Eyes” And the inspiring Rudyard Kipling’s poem “If” And put that on the table Reaching out through the window, He grabbed the moon And pu
Read more

MEMORIES OF SCHOOL DAYS

Image
    MEMORIES OF MY DAYS AT ST. EDMUND’S SCHOOL   Nestled among the hills, ours was an Irish Christian Missionary School. It was founded by Edmund Ignatius Rice, a great missionary and educationist. The story goes that he belonged to a family of tenants who were into farming. When tragedy struck, and his wife died, he was left alone to care for his daughter with special needs. He sold his elegant house, moved into a stable, and opened his first school. Today, about 800 Christian Brothers in 28 countries run prestigious Edmund Rice educational institutions and follow in his footsteps.   St. Edmunds School had colossal buildings built by the Irish Brothers amidst picturesque settings. The school had three large play fields. It also had a very tranquil and very quaint chapel. Prayers were offered here in the serene atmosphere. The classrooms were spacious, roomy, and airy, with a giant blackboard in front. An intercom was fixed in the top corner of each class, through which our Principal B
Read more

3 THINGS DAVID GOGGINS TEACHES.

  3 THINGS DAVID GOGGINS TEACHES   Growing up he was raised by a single mother, he battled racism, bullying, ill-health, poverty, and the unending struggle with obesity. He turned his life around to become an icon of the US Armed Forces. What can this ex-US Navy Seal, an ultra-marathon cyclist, and runner, a public speaker, an author of two memoirs, a Guinness World Record holder: nicknamed “the toughest man alive” or the “World’s toughest Man”, who fell in love with suffering teach you? Well, plenty but here let’s look at three valuable lessons he teaches.   Imagine having a learning disability and repeatedly failing in your exams. When learning can be the most difficult and dreaded thing in the world? Well, in his book “Can’t Hurt Me” Goggins talks about how his mother when she realized he was serious about the Air Force, hired a tutor for him to help him figure out a system that he could use to learn. Well, the tutor after assessing him told him in jest that the only way he was ever
Read more