Friday, August 5, 2011

Guitar (get-her) syndrome


I was a kid when I use to roam around my house with a toy guitar being a rock star. It was considered cute at that time but if I do the same thing now still I would have the association with a rock-star albeit in a different fashion i.e. people throwing rocks at me and I seeing the stars. I am lucky to have an uber cool uncle who had been a guitarist in a band in his hey-days (he is still good at it) and he used to buy me these toy guitars and I was Jimi Hendrix in the making. Jimi’s magic was short-lived and mine was even shorter .  But then not everybody is able to translate their childhood toy fantasies when they grow up. Girls realize that when they find that Barbie is a different species altogether as her figure is biologically impossible.



But some people refuse to grow up or should I say they go in a trance when they reach the adolescent age (that’s the beauty of life). Most of us guys have been through this phase. The Guitar syndrome. We run around the pretty girls and even the not-so-pretty ones (engineering guys would understand) trying to get-her but end up with a guitar. It’s the age where we switch to hard rock as our preferred genre of music . Even if some of us feel our ear drums being drummed by the hooves of an unruly horse and have absolutely no clue what Rock music is, we are ready to bang our head at the sound of metals clanging. (This is in no way a derision of rock music; I’m a fan of it too. All in good jest). We see ladies going gaga over the guitarists and feel that somehow this is the ultimate lady-magnet. The ones wielding this weapon are able to bring alive the legend of the Pied Piper with respect to the girls. Going by the research based on some empirical data that I collected this fact has turned out to be true. But owning a guitar is only the necessary condition there is a sufficient condition that needs to be fulfilled. YOU NEED TO KNOW HOW TO PLAY IT (yeah buddy, there is always a fine print which we conveniently forget to read). So, we end up buying this piece of instrument by spending 3-10k depending on how deep our parent’s pockets are by convincing them that they have given birth to a music prodigy. The self-confessed prodigy then gets a reality check when the guitar refuses to heed to his heart's tunes. Eventually, we come to the realization that playing with guitar strings is not as easy as that with our parent’s purse strings.



The closest we people get to being a guitarist is by having a facebook profile picture of ours with the guitar and a smug smile on our face. The guitar doesn’t help the cause but the fake smile kills the purpose. Nevertheless, it has turned out to be a good business for the ones who really do know how to play the instrument with a guitar class just around any corner. They have varieties to cater to your every need depending on how long you are willing to persist with your futile attempts. Learn guitar in 3 months, 30 days, 7days. Seriously? That’s stretching  (the string) a bit too far. Alls well that ends well.  Some lucky ones do end up learning the guitar (for the love of music) and get-her too. For others sing along “Dekha jo tujhe yaar, dil me baji guitar…”