My First Guitar Class

I was singing along with the kids who were singing a brand new song – “Maduraiku Pogaadhadee…” and admiring the small boy who was playing the song flawless in his keyboard. This was “The Entertainment Club of Chitlapakkam”! Master greeted me with an apology to have made me wait. The cute little gals there asked me to continue the song with them. After finishing the song, Master asked me if I was ready for the class. He took a guitar and started giving me theories regarding the guitar – Fret, plectrum, strings… He also made me distinguish between carnatic notes and English notes plus I was taught the math equivalent too. I started with the carnatic basic in a guitar.
Sa Re Ga Ma Pa Da Ne Sa.
aka
C D E F G A B C.

1 hour I was playing nothing else but the same notes until I got used to the correct fret, correct string and the correct finger. I was playing too much of it that my middle finger was paining and had an impression of the 5th string.

I came back home jumping with joy. My bro asked me how many guitars I broke in the process of learning. My friend called me up to ask if I could play “Summer of 69” now! I never answered either of the questions but gave them back a smile. 3 months from now I am playing a simple song and make people wonder where she was all this time? Learning Guitar is sure fun and relaxing (not for my fingers though!)

Add Just Meant

Last night I was waiting for my cab to be alloted. The poor guy who does the allotment was going frenzy... So what we few people decided was to stand aside and let the guy think clear and allot us a proper cab. At this point the person rushes and threatens him "which Cab"? The guy freaks and allots her to an Indica. Since she and I are from the same area, I was pushed to go along with her. I dont encourage complainig people and I had no choice but to travel with this "cry-baby"! 2nd day in a row I was forced to do this. The worst part is I knew her personally. SIGH!!

The night before yesterday, she was fussing a lot because she was not sure of the route to get her home. What a pity! She and I belong to the same area, I know where she lives and give the cab driver the direction. She does not want to listen either or would let the cab driver listen to me. All she could think was "I am lost". People have become more and more un-accomodative. Helping would mean I am the bad one. So coming back to last night, I dint want her to crib again so offered her to be dropped first and then I be dropped. The way she answered me angered more.

Why are people so indifferent and unfriendly? The other day when my friend was dropped somewhere interior, a girl in the cab cribbed "why cant there be separate cabs for people who stay far inside?" Huh!! Heights of indifference I can say. Later I came to know she was somewhere deep interior than my friend near a grave-yard. Another day this guy was cribing because he had to accompany a gal and then come back a kilometer to get himself dropped.

Why is it that people are so un-accomodative?? No one likes to work late and get back home late. There can be some compassion and friendliness. Being friendly is something good not that it will hurt someone.

The Cribing continues....

Its been more than a month since I returned home. Since the day 1 I am being fed with work and more & more of it. Saturdays and Sundays seem to fly away so fast. Alas wish there was a time-turner available with me. Initially I was under the impression that 2pm-11pm shift would mean availability more time. But it has only lead me into more chaotic situation. 9-5 would only mean on fridays, no matter what I get back home by 7pm !

Back in Mysore, I found more time for myslef. Here Life is Jam-Packed! Am I poor in time management? Or is travelling eating all my time during weekdays? 3 hours spent on travelling to office is not something that I anticipated!

Anyhow cribing still continues in Chennai......

A Release, A Dilemma and A Question Mark - Part III ( The Transfer at last)

Its been 2 full weeks I am home back sitting and I just felt like blogging! I really cant remember how it used to be back in mysore. Mean of me!!! I sure wish Chennai had the climate of Mysore. I cant have the cake and eat it :( So 2weeks what do i do? I go to this office of mine and keep reading loads and loads of documents and try assimilating stuff beyond my comprehension and come home late and exhausted as never before. SIGH! but this is something anticipated.

Coming back to my transfer. After such struggle and plead I get the transfer without an order. Blindly with mind full of joy I packed in 2hours and I come to chennai. Such relief coming back home. I get to work more than I used to in Mysore. Meeting new people as usual and learning more stuff than what I did in the last one year. The power of SCRATCH project is that you work more than what is required. So the release I got was too good. The Dilemma still prevails - to CAT or not to CAT! Question mark here has changed from the Transfer to Stabilization of the project to be when?

Moral of the story - I need to be released from something every time I blog here; Life is always full of Question marks and of course some Dilemma. guess i will never be short of blogging stuff with just these 3 aspects!

Amen!

A Release, A Dilemma and A Question Mark - Part II ( The Bench Break!)

No Onsite calls. Not much of FC food. No deliverables. I am in "The Bench". I am still inside the Secured Zone blogging! Past 2 days have been wonderful to me.

How long is the question now?

Getting up by 7,
lazing for half an hour with my coffee in 1 hand and the BRM in the other until 9.30;
Cooking Brunch
bathing as long as I wish to
eating slowly, enjoying every bite of it,
Swiping in by 11.30,
skipping lunch and having a light snack @ 3
Orkuting and turning back to see if anyone is watching you
readoing so many blogs and deleting those stupid forwards after reading; prev it was before reading
starting chain mails with my deal gang sans 1 out cast
opening minimum 2 chat windows 1 in office n/w 1 in client n/w
reading "The Pillars of the Earth" page by page
catching up with PM/GTM for 10minutes bt waiting for half an hour to meet them
Lazing around friend's cubicle until 6 and blogging by EOD
Dinner ending with a juice
Swiping out @ 8
going back home happily and relaxing for half an hour or strech it
opening BRM fresh without any hassle
Dozing off by 11-12

Now this is what I call "The Bench Life".

My previous post was of total confusion and here I am clear kicking off with Scenario A.

P.S. 1 of my friends here @ office says my style of writing is like Chetan Bagat! Is it ?? :-/ A compliment or the opposite?