Music

When I first learnt that I would be coming to Shillong, I was thrilled beyond bits. Firstly, getting into an IIM without any preparation was a feat by itself (at least, I consider it to be). Secondly, Shillong is the rock capital of India. After a dry 6 month spell in Bangalore (in terms of music) where I played the bass a sum total of once, I thought I would get a lot of time to play and get into the music scene.

But, it has been tougher than I expected. Mostly because

1. I am not as good as I thought I was
2. No band wants a bass guitarist who will leave in 2 years
3. I don't have much free time

The third point was so influential that I had to give up practicing.

My fingers have cramped up.

When I think of how fluently I used to play the piano, it hurts me inside to know that I can not play at that level anymore.

I want to play again.

But me being the directionless, goalless excuse that I am, I am pretty sure I won't.

But sometimes just thinking about it helps me to escape to this wonderful place.

As Lennon and if I'm not mistaken Ozzy once said, "you may say that I'm a dreamer"

I am a dreamer. And I know being a dreamer I will not do anything concrete about it.

Maybe because both my dad and my granddad were musicians, but only as a second profession. I can't seem to muster up the cahoneys I need to take it up as my first.

People like Gokul and Cherry, I envy them.

I am such an idiot.

Credits

Firstly, I would like to thank the greatbong Arnab Ray for inspiring the name of the blog.


Secondly, I would like to thank the great Bihari or was it Jharkhandi who knows who cares Priyanka Pepe Pandit for trying to prove to me that I am not a Bong on the comparative basis of the beauty of our Bangla Lipi.


Thirdly, I would like to thank all the readers of my previous blog for bearing my nonsense.


Fourthly, I would like to thank all my English teachers (Yes Mr. Ritchie, this includes you educating us about Baywatch and Pamela Anderson Lee's assets and how one should look at them from under the TV) for teaching me English that I took all of 4 months to forget in VITU.


And finally, I would like to thank you for reading this. Not really. I don't even know who you are.


May I be able to, with your best wishes and muttered abuses, unleash my FakeBong fury on you.