It's already 5 in the morning and I don't really feel sleepy. I'm alert and I'm alive and I feel fine without sleep in nearly 20 hours. Sure, I'll have a hangover tomorrow, but what the hell? As a creature of the night, I deserve the right to pick my time to sleep. As I'm typing this, I'm receiving some outrageous PJ's from SOC (From Orkut). He's in the form of his life, sending PJ after PJ, and he has declared Jan 07th, as the World PJ day.
Here are some samples.
essohcee: One guy proposes to a beautiful girl, she declines. Then the guy appears for a general knowledge exam and fails. Why?
"Ab jee ke (gk) kya karenge, jab dil hi toot gaya"
essohcee:
essohcee:
A telugu family. The daughter is having an argument with the father on their terrace. One point she gets so angry she wants to kill him. So she plans to push the father down from the terrace
Whats her name?
Whats her name?
Stanley: how do i know lol
tell the name
essohcee: Pushpa Reddy
Someone said to me recently, that my blogs nowadays doesn't appear to have a point and just a collection of events that occured in the day. So I'm trying a new idea today. In all of my days, I've met some interesting people. Some of them likeable, and some of them not so much. I'll try to write about some who have managed to stay in my memory.
My Piano Teacher
When I was 11 years old, My father wanted to make me an organist in the church, as we had none available at that time. He asked me take Piano lessons. I used to study in a school which is more than 40 kilometers from my house in a nearby town. I was a Day Scholar and I had to travel almost 100 kilometers daily.
With all these in mind, My dad met a couple of Piano tutors in Trichy (Where I studied), so that I could take Piano classes after my school is over and then travel back to my hometown. Which kind of made my life a little bit harder than it already was.
We met the first tutor and after the introduction, the tutor came to know I'm only 11 and that I didn't have a piano to practice in my house. He basically turned me down saying I'm too young and I can't practice because I had no piano. He asked me to wait a couple of years before starting Piano lessons. He may have had valid reasons to reject me, but he came across arrogant and petulant.
Naturally, I wasn't all too pleased to meet the second tutor on the same day after this rather disappointing experience with the first one. As I made to his house with a lot of trepidation, I found the guy to be very gentle, humble and brimming with talent.
His name was SDR Samuel. To this day, I maintain that he's the best Piano player that I've ever seen live. His teachings were nice and mellow. He was a patient guy, a devout Christian and a great teacher. I've heard him play organ in a couple of church services apart from teaching, and the music was heavenly. If you are from Trichy, and you played Piano, there's more than a 50% chance that you've been taught by SDR Samuel. And his students usually played pretty well and they all loved him. I'm no exception.
Although I must say that I started cutting Piano classes and stick to playing football in my school, which incidentally was my favourite pastime ever till my father caught me red handed one day, I still have fond memories of SDR Samuel and his piano classes. I led my Church choir for well over 10 years when I lived in my home town.
Now I miss my church, my choir, and sometimes my Piano teacher.
Here's a word of prayer to the man who taught me Piano. You must be playing in God's choir, Mr. Samuel, your students are testament to how brilliant a teacher you were, and how melodious the music you played.
Plan for tomorrow
Sleep now, Work later, Attend Meetings, and play Guitar.
Youtube link of the day
Watch it in Youtube
Queen, Enough Said. I Want to Break Free.
Someone said to me recently, that my blogs nowadays doesn't appear to have a point and just a collection of events that occured in the day. So I'm trying a new idea today. In all of my days, I've met some interesting people. Some of them likeable, and some of them not so much. I'll try to write about some who have managed to stay in my memory.
My Piano Teacher
When I was 11 years old, My father wanted to make me an organist in the church, as we had none available at that time. He asked me take Piano lessons. I used to study in a school which is more than 40 kilometers from my house in a nearby town. I was a Day Scholar and I had to travel almost 100 kilometers daily.
With all these in mind, My dad met a couple of Piano tutors in Trichy (Where I studied), so that I could take Piano classes after my school is over and then travel back to my hometown. Which kind of made my life a little bit harder than it already was.
We met the first tutor and after the introduction, the tutor came to know I'm only 11 and that I didn't have a piano to practice in my house. He basically turned me down saying I'm too young and I can't practice because I had no piano. He asked me to wait a couple of years before starting Piano lessons. He may have had valid reasons to reject me, but he came across arrogant and petulant.
Naturally, I wasn't all too pleased to meet the second tutor on the same day after this rather disappointing experience with the first one. As I made to his house with a lot of trepidation, I found the guy to be very gentle, humble and brimming with talent.
His name was SDR Samuel. To this day, I maintain that he's the best Piano player that I've ever seen live. His teachings were nice and mellow. He was a patient guy, a devout Christian and a great teacher. I've heard him play organ in a couple of church services apart from teaching, and the music was heavenly. If you are from Trichy, and you played Piano, there's more than a 50% chance that you've been taught by SDR Samuel. And his students usually played pretty well and they all loved him. I'm no exception.
Although I must say that I started cutting Piano classes and stick to playing football in my school, which incidentally was my favourite pastime ever till my father caught me red handed one day, I still have fond memories of SDR Samuel and his piano classes. I led my Church choir for well over 10 years when I lived in my home town.
Now I miss my church, my choir, and sometimes my Piano teacher.
Here's a word of prayer to the man who taught me Piano. You must be playing in God's choir, Mr. Samuel, your students are testament to how brilliant a teacher you were, and how melodious the music you played.
Plan for tomorrow
Sleep now, Work later, Attend Meetings, and play Guitar.
Youtube link of the day
Watch it in Youtube
Queen, Enough Said. I Want to Break Free.
2 comments:
nice read.keep 'em rolling... :)
pray for his health too... he is not feeling well now...
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