Sunday, June 29, 2008


Why guitars are better than....

* Guitars don't work late.
* Your Guitar stays as clean as you want it to.
* Guitars don't have parents or kids.
* Guitars don't get sick.
* Guitars don't get overweight, unless you like the Jumbo style.
* If you say bad things to your Guitar, you don't have to apologize before you play it again.
* Your Guitar always has time for you.
* Guitars don't watch TV.
* Guitars never need a shave, nor do they have hair on their backs.
* Guitars don't snore.
* Guitars don't leave a mess in the kitchen or bathroom.
* If you don't like the length of your Guitar's appendage you can get a new one.
* You can try out as many Guitars as you like before you get your own.
* You don't have to feed your Guitar.
* Guitars never argue, you are always right.
* Guitars never wake you up in the middle of the night, for any reason.
* Guitars never try to show you off to their friends.
* Guitars don't come home drunk after a night out with the other Guitars.
* Guitars don't sneak around with other Guitars.
* Guitars don't care what you look like or what your age is.
* Guitars don't care and don't comment about what you spend your money on.
* Guitars don't care if you have to work late.
* When you're playing, your Guitar doesn't care if other Guitars are bigger or better.
* Guitars don't care about their performance.
* Guitars don't get you pregnant.
* Guitars don't have mothers.
* When you've finished playing, you can put it away.
* You don't have to praise a Guitar after playing it.
* Guitars don't sulk.
* Guitars don't bore you.
* Guitars don't abandon you at gatherings for more interesting players.
* Guitars don't have to prove anything.
* Guitars don't try to change you once you've bought them.
* Guitars don't get jealous of your male colleagues.
* Guitars never interrogate you.
* Second-hand Guitars don't brag about previous owners.
* Second-hand Guitars don't go to see previous owners when you're out of town.
* You don't have to explain to a Guitar if you don't feel like playing tonight.
* Guitars never put you down, yet you can put them down whenever you wish.
* Guitars don't complain if you wear "sensible" clothes.
* Guitars don't have egos.
* Guitars don't need remote control units.
* When you're lost you don't have to argue with your Guitar about stopping to ask the band for directions.
* When your Guitar is being played too slow, you can speed up.
* When you need someone to play with, your Guitar is happy to accomodate.
* You buy the tools your Guitar needs; it doesn't buy tools that never get used.
* You don't have to continually assure your Guitar that its string length is just right.
* You determine the length and frequency of playing, and you're always in control.
* Your Guitar never finishes before you do.
* Your Guitar doesn't complain about your going out to dinner with your women friends rather than staying at home with it.
* You never get helpful suggestions from your Guitar's mother.
* Your Guitars will allow you to play it even on Super Bowl Sunday.
* Your Guitar never complains if you put on a few pounds.
* When your Guitar is dysfunctional you know how to get it fixed (and know that it can be fixed).
* Your Guitar will never earn more than you do for the same job just because it's a Guitar.
* Your Guitar never spends a "night out with the Guitars" and comes home with a strange rash on its fretboard.

and last, but not least:

* Your Guitar will never turn into a beer bellied blob of wood and metal on the couch in front of the TV.

Why guitars are better than.....

* Guitars don't get pregnant.
* You can play your Guitar any time of the month.
* Guitars don't have parents.
* Guitars don't whine... unless you want them to.
* You can share your Guitar with your friends.
* Guitars don't care how many other Guitars you've played
* Guitars don't care how many other Guitars you have.
* Guitars don't care if you look at other Guitars.
* Guitars don't care if you buy Guitar magazines.
* You'll never hear, "Surprise, you are going to proud father of a new Guitar" unless you go out to buy one yourself.
* If your Guitar is flat you can fix it.
* Your Guitar doesn't care if you never listen to it.
* Your Guitar won't care if you leave up the toilet seat.
* You don't have to be jealous of the guy who works on your Guitar.
* If you say bad things to your Guitar, you don't have to apologize before you play it again.
* You can play your Guitar as long as you want and it won't get sore.
* You can stop playing your Guitar as soon as you want and it won't get frustrated.
* Your parents won't remain in touch with your old Guitar after you dump it.
* Guitars don't get headaches.
* Guitars don't insult you if you're a bad player.
* Your Guitar never wants a night out with the other Guitars.
* Guitars don't care if you're late.
* You don't have to take a shower before you play your Guitar.
* If your Guitar doesn't look good you can refinish it or get new parts.
* You can play your Guitar the first time you meet it, without having to take it to dinner, see a movie or meet its mother.
* The only protection you have to wear when playing your Guitar is a decent thumb pick.
* When in mixed company, you can talk about what a great time you had the last time you played your Guitar.

and last, but not least:

* If you decide to part with an old Guitar, you don't have to give up half of everything you own.

Source - Brian the brilliant

Monday, June 16, 2008


After having blogged for about 875 years, i finally got tagged by Bachblue. This tag thingy is unfamiliar territory for me. So pray for me folks, i dont want to mess up on my first attempt. So here goes..

First the Rules for the Tag:

1. Link the person(s) who tagged you (Bachblue)
2. Mention these rules on your blog.
3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours.
4. Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them.
5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged.

The All Important Quirks Follow:

1. Lets start with the bed - the one place i have always wanted others to think i am good. I snore. I sometimes talk in my sleep. And i practice my football skills by kicking a lot. I dont know if i wake up a better footballer, but i very often wake up alone.

2. I dont drink. Not even beer. Maybe a very rare glass of wine. I am very much Goan though.

3. I bite my nails. I use a nail-cutter only for my toe nails. Toe nails are hard to bite off.

4. I prefer traveling alone to places i have never been to. Usually, a new place to me is like an unopened gift wrapped in layers of presentation paper. When i am alone, the thought process is more intense, and i have discovered, i experience the sights and the sounds a lot more intensely. When i am alone, the wind blows harder at me, the dogs bark louder, the traffic noises seem louder and adventure of being in an unfamiliar environment is much more real.

5. I am an addicted blog reader. I subscribe to about 500 blogs. And i read each one. Not always every word, but most of them. It hurts to click on the 'Mark All As Read' button when i have not read blog posts.

6. I have never washed my own clothes. And I am 25. I will be moving in to the college campus this week, so that will be my first experience with washing clothes. I hope i have been blessed with some innate talent in this department.

Its Tag Time !!!

I tag Monday's Child, Illusionaire, Jerusha, Kartik Kannan, IssacMJ, and anyone else who is interested.

Friday, June 06, 2008

What if?

Imagine yourself on a bus ride.

You are enjoying the scenery and the cool breeze wafting in through the windows. A light drizzle has left the surroundings wet and green. Your eyes devour the beauty around. And then, the sights and the peace are interrupted by noise. There is commotion. Suddenly, someone tells you that you will die when the bus stops. Thats it. You will be shot when the bus stops and its no joke. You decide to fight back. You will not take it lying down. The bus stops. Gunshots are heard from the front, lost in the cacophony of wails and screams. Fighting back is a lost cause. Your heart sinks. Surrender and death is the only way out of this bus. You hear muffled prayers from the back. Reality dawns on you. You realize you are living the last few minutes of your life.

You think of all the people you have ever met, the people you loved, the dreams left unrealized, the hopes left shattered. Your mind does not know what to do. The past is full of regrets and broken promises. The future is full of uncertainty. The present is hard to keep the mind on. But the present will be over soon.

At this point, would you look back on your past and regret the fact that you haven't achieved anything worthwhile, and that you did not spend time with the people who mattered, doing what mattered?

Or would you worry about what will happen to you after you die?

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