ROCK ON !!!!!!

"Are you guys ready to join me " echoed the voice through the jam packed auditorium- a la Farhan Akhtar style .........

"Yeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" came the chorus from the 1 lakh plus crowd . People stoned , with long long hair that you can hardly differentiate a gal from a guy ,the scent of opium pervading through the air and a array of dazzling lights skimming through the crowd . In case u still haven't guessed it . These guys had come to watch the greatest rock show on earth .There was hardly any space to stand but still these guys weren't bothered for they had come to watch their favorite band perform . They loved the guitarist and kept shouting "Arun !! Arun!!! Arun!!! " ...Ya u heard it right...that was me...standing at the center with torn banyan , and a low waist levis which was low enough to show that i wore a branded underwear and high enough to hide my BIGGEST asset...and hanging across my shoulders was the masterpiece... my fingers started to glide through the strings ....the crowd cheers in unison...They were getting ready for the biggest day of their lives..

"We love you Arun " I hear a group of gals shouting....'Please marry me' said the banners ....but there was nothing that would come between me and my music...The fingers start to play the magic ...The music was magical...The crowd went beserk with headbanging drunkards , dusky sluts enjoying their dose of nirvana...They had never heard someone play like this...They were enjoying ecstacy ...Well music is just like sex....You never get enough...and there I was shouting "Do ya want more " ....What followed was a "Yeaaahhhh" that would have even made you pass off a thunderbolt as a mosquito buzz.....And now i decided to do my favorite act...any of my fan reading this would have guessed it by now ...I just roared at the crowd , came running towards them and took of my banyan ....The roar had got even louder...The gals were going mad...and with a style of a pro I just swished it over my head and threw it towards the crowd...

'Thud' it had landed...it was the familiar bad smell...my eyes opened just about to realize it was covered with my blue jockey underwear..."Idiot , bloody how many times do I have to tell you to put this on the washing machine and not on the study table" a familiar voice growled...The party had ended...and the crowd had left...the gals who were drooling had just vanished..."Arun , please marry me" banners were not there....Well , my blue jockey had spoiled the party....I woke up from the bed realizing that it was 7.45 a.m. "Oh fuck" I had missed the college bus...

Half an hour later there I was standing with a flower basket's 'sticking out ' bamboo poking my butt....."Could u please move "......"Adjust and stand.....! @@#$ , @%*#@ ( censored ) ..As if you own this bus " came the reply from the Pookaari ( a flower seller in tamil ). And add to that the sweet smell that from the arm pits , the conductor who tries to sqeeze through a cm gap just to find his paunch obstructing , malli poo ladies who talk just about anything except something reasonable, people who listen to a suryan fm on a twenty buck radio and shake their heads as if they are at a rock concert...Well bus journeys have a flavor of their own. .

Admist all this I had decided that what if I really were to become a rock star. I guess music was where I was meant to be. I needed to follow my heart and perhaps this was what I wanted all my life but was struggling to find out...This was my calling and no matter what I am going to pursue it ...Whoaaaaaa...felt great...Yes I had decided ...I was going to join a guitar class ...

I spent a whole week trying to find people who could teach me guitar...but no luck...finally found a place but it was too far . And two weeks passed by and I found a newspaper ad about guitar classes...I enquired but however it was too heavy for my pocket...But I aint givin it up that soon... A month passed by and I was just roaming around my locality , as usual on the lookout for some decent looking ...hmmmm you guessed it right...Ya it was the time when the schools and the colleges ended.. Just as always it was hordes and hordes of bad ones ...or maybe badder ones ...but nothin else...dissapointed I just took a u turn and drove up a new road...and guess what I saw

GUITAR CLASSES TAUGHT HERE ...CONTACT 9327643739

EUREKA !!! I had found it...I was in my locality and voila what a way to discover "...I was about to go inside and enquire but however I got a call from my mom asking me to pick her up...As all indian kids do, I gave into mother sentiment...Anyway I could call the no...Phew, finally I was all set to become a guitar pro . It was 8 pm in the night... The no was in front of me and so was the image of me in the banyan , the levis ( yup , the one which flaunts my jockey) and the guitar baby lying in my arms ..I was getting nervous .. The day had finally come...Everything needs just a beginning...and here was mine...Phew , felt great. I looked at the no again... 9327643739... I picked my phone and with trembling hands I pressed 9...3....2...The excitement was increasing...The moment was about to come...I was going to speak with the "Guru of the greatest guitarist in the future "...the remaining numbers followed ...7...6...43739...it was ringing...and with every ring my heart skipped a beat ...

"Hello " a voice said at the other end...It seemed to be of an old lady..."Mam" trying to be as respectful as possible "do u have guitar classes at your place..."....I was waiting with bated breath . "THAMBI... GUITARNNU ENGA YAARUM ELLAI PA " ( there is no one by the name guitar here ) ....

Damaaaaaalllllllll......aaaaaaaaaahhhhh.....I heard it...The blast was clear...and it was near ...It was my heart...damaaaaaalllllll...and again it went.......the damage was done.........

Well thats how it all ends...
and thats how the world lost a guitar pro...

Phew....ROCK ON !!!!!!