Present Day--
“Finally the time has come to meet “The One”… “The One” who will be mine and only mine, the one who’ll accompany me in my moments of solitude and my moments of ecstasy…I have been waiting my whole life for u my dear...” These were my thoughts as I walked into the Guitar Shop called JINGLE BELLS to buy my guitar and what follows is a sweet love story of me and my guitar…
It was my elder brother who first said that, it’s time that u get one. But I was hesitant. I thought I was not ready or was I?? May be time has come, its’ now or never…
Flashback--
There is this music shop in Apollo “Jingle bells”, which I have been visiting since god knows when. It was like a ritual for me to pay a visit to this amazing shop every time we went to Apollo. I would just drool over all the gorgeous guitars just hanging inside…all the dreadnaughts, the f-cuts, the metallics and the evergreen Spanish. There was this Black-Signature Jumbo that I had my eyes on for quiet some time now. I would just stand there and daydream how it would feel to hold one in my hands. I would picture myself humming along with it in my room, then maybe performing it live in front of screaming crowd. I would be recognized like the “the Dude with the guitar..” but all my dreams would shatter with voice of my girlfriend, Payal, or my friends, whom I had smartly brought along with me, and who apparently had no interest in guitars what-so-ever, to get going. They all would say the same thing, “Why don’t you buy one if you like it so much…” And I would ask myself, “Why don’t I??” I have been practicing on an old guitar, which my cousin gave to me. I never took any guitar lessons from a tutor, but I played well, not Rockstar-stuff, but yeah m getting there. Then why don’t I buy one for me?? Maybe I was just afraid to take the BIG step of actually buying the ONE!!
Flash-er Back--
In every summer vacation we would visit Indore and sometimes Ratlam to my masi and cousins. It was my cousin, whom I call Bhaishab who first inspired me to play the guitar. He would play the guitar for me and my brother in the evening. One memory that I have in my mind, is of him playing the guitar, sitting on the “JHULA” in his front yard. There was this bulbul in their garden that sang with him. It was very nice and I wished then, if I could play like that someday.
Time Travel to 2001--
Iam in Indore, studying in 11th, when my Bhaishab gave the same old Spanish guitar to me. It was in a dreadful state.. Strings broken, neck bend, but it had the potential. How we got that guitar working again is a totally another story. Will blog it separately, may be some of you guys could make use of it. But after painting and denting it was all good and in no time I was playing the guitar. Learned to play the ever-so-famous tune of DDLJ. I had sore fingers from playing.. but it felt good.. Soon I bought some books on guitar, searched the net for tutorials and guitar tabs. And was able to play decently.
Present Day--
My elder brother just put his foot down this time that I should buy one for me now.. He was probably aware of the desperation for a guitar inside me. So we, me, my bhiaya and my girlfriend Payal, who by the way is my lucky charm, went to Jingle Bells in Apollo. I clearly remember that evening my brother was in a hurry to get back to home, as the finals for Indian Idol season 1 were due that night. Abhijeet sawant and Amit sana were fighting it out, with all their soberness intact, to win the First Indian Idol ever..
When we reached the shop, my heart was pounding like anything. One more thing-- we had to remove our shoes outside, before entering the shop, which made the place seem more heavenly to me.. :) But my joy was short lived as the Black-signature guitar that I had been eying for so many years was gone!! Why god why??? The shopkeeper bought another piece similar to the black one..but it was not Black.. it was BLUE.. Carbon Blue to be precise. It was love at first sight !!
BIT OF GYAAN FOR U GUYS – Never go for a looks of a guitar !! As they say a guitar must not look good but sound good. And if you have a guitar that looks as good as it sounds then you are one lucky chap man.
The shopkeeper brought the owner of the shop. The Shop owner or as I Call him “Sir” has played for several music directors/orchestra groups in Bollywood, I deduced this from all the Pics hanging all over the shop. He told us to sit down and brought few of his good models and told me not to be fascinated by the Blue guitar but listen to several other guitars then make my mind. He played few songs on few other guitars, but the BLUE one was still lingering over me all this time. He then, gave me a Brown guitar to play. I played few songs..seemed alright. Then I asked for the BLUE one. I sat down with it, played few songs on it.. Few chords.. The sound was like angels playing their harps in my ears..
Then Sir told me to try another one.. as soon as I tried putting the blue guitar down, its strings got stuck in the button of my sleeve..clinging on to me..unwilling to let go.. Like the scene in the movie Om Shanti Om, where Deepika’s dupatta gets stuck in SRK’s button during the premier and the song goes “aankhon mein teri…” Ya somewhat like that.. This was the moment when I realized this is the one for me!! Even Sir said “The guitar doesn’t want to leave you!!” There were smiles all over, I had found “THE ONE”!! Finally.. Sir took it from me and started playing chords of “Chura liya hai tumne jo dil ko” on it and asked us to sing. Me being a bad singer, have never sang in public before, my bro too was hesitant, and Payal was already red. But my guitar had other plans. It made me sing to it and I sounded good too. After singing one verse, I was pretty sure of my decision. My brother made the payment, it was a gift for me..my lucky day and I happily brought it home.
Its been 4 years now and I have been faithful to my guitar (never eyed on another guitar after that.. I even stopped thinking of the BLACK one too..), taking good care of him and he is returning the love back by giving me company even here in Gurgaon.
And this is how I met My guitar..
Hope you guys liked it our love story ..
“Finally the time has come to meet “The One”… “The One” who will be mine and only mine, the one who’ll accompany me in my moments of solitude and my moments of ecstasy…I have been waiting my whole life for u my dear...” These were my thoughts as I walked into the Guitar Shop called JINGLE BELLS to buy my guitar and what follows is a sweet love story of me and my guitar…
It was my elder brother who first said that, it’s time that u get one. But I was hesitant. I thought I was not ready or was I?? May be time has come, its’ now or never…
Flashback--There is this music shop in Apollo “Jingle bells”, which I have been visiting since god knows when. It was like a ritual for me to pay a visit to this amazing shop every time we went to Apollo. I would just drool over all the gorgeous guitars just hanging inside…all the dreadnaughts, the f-cuts, the metallics and the evergreen Spanish. There was this Black-Signature Jumbo that I had my eyes on for quiet some time now. I would just stand there and daydream how it would feel to hold one in my hands. I would picture myself humming along with it in my room, then maybe performing it live in front of screaming crowd. I would be recognized like the “the Dude with the guitar..” but all my dreams would shatter with voice of my girlfriend, Payal, or my friends, whom I had smartly brought along with me, and who apparently had no interest in guitars what-so-ever, to get going. They all would say the same thing, “Why don’t you buy one if you like it so much…” And I would ask myself, “Why don’t I??” I have been practicing on an old guitar, which my cousin gave to me. I never took any guitar lessons from a tutor, but I played well, not Rockstar-stuff, but yeah m getting there. Then why don’t I buy one for me?? Maybe I was just afraid to take the BIG step of actually buying the ONE!!
Flash-er Back--
In every summer vacation we would visit Indore and sometimes Ratlam to my masi and cousins. It was my cousin, whom I call Bhaishab who first inspired me to play the guitar. He would play the guitar for me and my brother in the evening. One memory that I have in my mind, is of him playing the guitar, sitting on the “JHULA” in his front yard. There was this bulbul in their garden that sang with him. It was very nice and I wished then, if I could play like that someday.
Time Travel to 2001--
Iam in Indore, studying in 11th, when my Bhaishab gave the same old Spanish guitar to me. It was in a dreadful state.. Strings broken, neck bend, but it had the potential. How we got that guitar working again is a totally another story. Will blog it separately, may be some of you guys could make use of it. But after painting and denting it was all good and in no time I was playing the guitar. Learned to play the ever-so-famous tune of DDLJ. I had sore fingers from playing.. but it felt good.. Soon I bought some books on guitar, searched the net for tutorials and guitar tabs. And was able to play decently.
Present Day--
My elder brother just put his foot down this time that I should buy one for me now.. He was probably aware of the desperation for a guitar inside me. So we, me, my bhiaya and my girlfriend Payal, who by the way is my lucky charm, went to Jingle Bells in Apollo. I clearly remember that evening my brother was in a hurry to get back to home, as the finals for Indian Idol season 1 were due that night. Abhijeet sawant and Amit sana were fighting it out, with all their soberness intact, to win the First Indian Idol ever..
When we reached the shop, my heart was pounding like anything. One more thing-- we had to remove our shoes outside, before entering the shop, which made the place seem more heavenly to me.. :) But my joy was short lived as the Black-signature guitar that I had been eying for so many years was gone!! Why god why??? The shopkeeper bought another piece similar to the black one..but it was not Black.. it was BLUE.. Carbon Blue to be precise. It was love at first sight !!
BIT OF GYAAN FOR U GUYS – Never go for a looks of a guitar !! As they say a guitar must not look good but sound good. And if you have a guitar that looks as good as it sounds then you are one lucky chap man.
The shopkeeper brought the owner of the shop. The Shop owner or as I Call him “Sir” has played for several music directors/orchestra groups in Bollywood, I deduced this from all the Pics hanging all over the shop. He told us to sit down and brought few of his good models and told me not to be fascinated by the Blue guitar but listen to several other guitars then make my mind. He played few songs on few other guitars, but the BLUE one was still lingering over me all this time. He then, gave me a Brown guitar to play. I played few songs..seemed alright. Then I asked for the BLUE one. I sat down with it, played few songs on it.. Few chords.. The sound was like angels playing their harps in my ears..
Then Sir told me to try another one.. as soon as I tried putting the blue guitar down, its strings got stuck in the button of my sleeve..clinging on to me..unwilling to let go.. Like the scene in the movie Om Shanti Om, where Deepika’s dupatta gets stuck in SRK’s button during the premier and the song goes “aankhon mein teri…” Ya somewhat like that.. This was the moment when I realized this is the one for me!! Even Sir said “The guitar doesn’t want to leave you!!” There were smiles all over, I had found “THE ONE”!! Finally.. Sir took it from me and started playing chords of “Chura liya hai tumne jo dil ko” on it and asked us to sing. Me being a bad singer, have never sang in public before, my bro too was hesitant, and Payal was already red. But my guitar had other plans. It made me sing to it and I sounded good too. After singing one verse, I was pretty sure of my decision. My brother made the payment, it was a gift for me..my lucky day and I happily brought it home.
Its been 4 years now and I have been faithful to my guitar (never eyed on another guitar after that.. I even stopped thinking of the BLACK one too..), taking good care of him and he is returning the love back by giving me company even here in Gurgaon.
And this is how I met My guitar..
Hope you guys liked it our love story ..
Wonderful memories!
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