Its been quite some time now,since I last blogged.Thanks to the hectic schedule at work and also for the fact, that nothing interesting happened after the rest room mania.Well,I have something to write now.
I really wish I could write something about the actual string theory.But,I am not qualified enough to talk about that.The strings I am referring to are those of a GUItar.If you are wondering why I have written guitar in that particular fashion,its on the lines of a tool in linux.That is also called guitar, meaning, its a GUI for the "tar" command.An intelligent way of naming software.And,I am not far behind either when it comes to naming them,as 022 affirms.
Life was getting too monotonous and I thought something must be done about it.After contemplating on the different avenues that I had (actually,I could think of none), I zeroed in on,what else, but music.I decided that I must learn some instrument.Given my singing prowess, I would have a started a new genre of music had I opted for vocal.But then,whats the point if the audience is not erudite enough to understand what I am singing.So, decided against it.
Then came the question of selecting an instrument.Actually,I was not particular about anything.In fact,I have liked all the instruments that I have heard till date.But yes,I did have some special inclination towards violin and other stringed instruments in general(Veena,Mandolin and Sarod being the other favourites).I have never been a follower of english music, which is where the guitar is used heavily and so never gave any importance to actually hearing it.Although, our Indian movies also have adopted it in a big way in recent times.
When I went with josh to the guitar class where he was getting himself admitted,I heard for the first time,the instrument being played there,live.The tutor was playing a hindi song and I was bowled over.Guitar,then became my obvious choice and I joined classes last week.As of now,I am just playing the open strings and already, it feels good.Can't wait for the day when I can play all those hindi songs that I have just been humming all these years.Till then,I shall keep strumming.
Saturday, September 24, 2005
Saturday, September 03, 2005
Rest room mania
The place where I am working right now has a stunning building.Extremely aesthetic and "happening".I like everything about that place,but for one thing.I feel it has one major flaw in its design. On every floor, the women's rest room is right next to the door that leads to the stairs.Ever since I observed this, I had been wondering,what if some male inadvertently opens the wrong door !!! I used to amuse myself imagining the situation and the plight of that poor guy.
Slightly digressing from the topic, any guesses why "Rest room" is termed so ? If I were asked, it should aptly be christened as "Relieving room".
Coming back,my imagination actually,well, almost turned into a reality a couple of days back. And as luck would have it,the poor guy turned out to be your's truly.Yes, it happened to me (Maybe I can send this to Tinkle to publish it in their "It happened to me" section). After lunch,I was getting back to my cube. I was in the ground floor and since my cube is only in the second floor,I thought of using the stairs to get there.
As I was about to open the door which I thought was, to get to the stairs,a woman was coming from the other side of it. For reasons that I could not fathom(at that time),she was staring at me as she passed by.Then it was sheer providence, that just before I pushed the door open,I callously raised my head,and to my horror found "WOMEN" written on it in bold red. Lost in some thoughts, I had moved past the door that led to the steps. My immediate reaction was, "Oh-my-god,is somebody watching me ?".I was too scared even to look around.I almost ran towards the stairs and would still like to believe that nobody was present there.
As for the woman who was staring at me,I don't remember her face.I wish I did.Atleast,then I could evade her because I am sure she will exactly remember my face,and that too with the resolution of a picture taken from a 5M pixel digital camera.Or, I will know when a woman again stares at me.But,I must be careful from now on..
Slightly digressing from the topic, any guesses why "Rest room" is termed so ? If I were asked, it should aptly be christened as "Relieving room".
Coming back,my imagination actually,well, almost turned into a reality a couple of days back. And as luck would have it,the poor guy turned out to be your's truly.Yes, it happened to me (Maybe I can send this to Tinkle to publish it in their "It happened to me" section). After lunch,I was getting back to my cube. I was in the ground floor and since my cube is only in the second floor,I thought of using the stairs to get there.
As I was about to open the door which I thought was, to get to the stairs,a woman was coming from the other side of it. For reasons that I could not fathom(at that time),she was staring at me as she passed by.Then it was sheer providence, that just before I pushed the door open,I callously raised my head,and to my horror found "WOMEN" written on it in bold red. Lost in some thoughts, I had moved past the door that led to the steps. My immediate reaction was, "Oh-my-god,is somebody watching me ?".I was too scared even to look around.I almost ran towards the stairs and would still like to believe that nobody was present there.
As for the woman who was staring at me,I don't remember her face.I wish I did.Atleast,then I could evade her because I am sure she will exactly remember my face,and that too with the resolution of a picture taken from a 5M pixel digital camera.Or, I will know when a woman again stares at me.But,I must be careful from now on..
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