My First Instrument

I was 8 years old when I had an urge to try my hand at musical instruments. Since keyboard was the trend those days ( and not guitar as it is today) I persuaded my mom to persuade my dad (the usual familial and familiar chain of persuasion) to let me join keyboard classes. My father was alright with me going for the classes until I began persuading my mom to persuade my dad to buy me a keyboard of my own. Well. this time it did not work. My dad was adamant on not buying me a keyboard. And why?... The keyboard was bigger than me. was i to wait till i outgrew the keyboard?

However it so happened that one evening my father came back from work. I was sitting in my room reading Oliver Twist and before I could turn another page, my dad roared out my name. He usually did so when I had done something to displease him and so I walked to the bedroom where he was standing. He looked at me seriously and asked me what was under the bed. How would I know what was under the bed? Did I dump something under the bed? Anyways, expecting the worst, with a thumping heart, I crouched to see what was it under the bed. It was a huge box, nearly bigger than me. I stretched my arm and tried to slide it towards me and it came so easily. And then I realized - IT WAS A BRAND NEW KEYBOARD!!....A Casio CTK 130. I cried out to my mom. She looked so happy and kept smiling at me radiantly  Thinking about it now, I wonder if she was happy seeing the keyboard that I asked her for, or was she happy to see me so happy. Well, Ill never know that. Anyways, I wouldn't forget my mom and dad watching me uncover the keyboard and dad helping me to install it. My mother kept giving me instructions not to dirty the keyboard and to look after it well and everything. Ever since that day, my keyboard had been an excellent companion to me. 

The Way

He made His way through the manger,
He made His way through the cross,
When a Savior was born to them,
Away from Jerusalem,
In the city of Bethlehem.

He made His way through the manger,

He made His way through the cross,
When the people were mesmerized,
As the water turned to wine,
And the demons entered the swine.

He made His way through the manger,
He made His way through the cross,
When the soldiers surrounded the king,
And Iscariot did such a thing-
For the 30 silver coins, a kiss became the sin.

But His death was only the beginning,

Of beauty in suffering.
Like the glory of a single sun ray,
His people continued on The Way.

He made His way through the manger,
He made The Way through the cross,
When Peter declared him Christ,
The man who denied him thrice,
Made another three thousand rise.

He made His way through the manger,

He made The Way through the cross,
Nothing was in vain,
Even when Stephen was slain,
There was an inspiration being inflamed.

He made His way through the manger,

He made The Way through the cross,
When Saul forced them to sway,
And made the Christians his prey,
Was chosen to lead The Way.

Know that the King will come again,

And the heavens will forever reign.
But fire waits those who forsake,
And the rest will rise above human race.

For He is the truth and the life.

He is my way – the only way.

My Lady

When she kisses my neck,

My blood pounds in my veins,

My senses awake,

Yet my mind relaxes.

She has a power over me,

She has a grasp over my life.

I submit to her perfection,

Nothing can replace her majesty.

Yet she is meek as a servant,

When she sleeps all by herself,

Awaiting my fingers,

To run along her locks.

Her sweet silence is my slumber,

Her every utterance is my breath,

When my soul meets her heart,

I hear the symphony of my life.

A beauty so profound,

Her curves so perfect,

O queen of my heart,

Salvation of my soul.

Thou art the lady,

who makes my world whole.

The night was dark and silent and i sat alone in the upstairs room of my house. the lights were switched off and my face was glowing in the blue haze emitted by the laptop screen in front of me.

The laptop was connected to the internet, I was virtually connected to the entire world. I could watch every video I ever wanted to watch or I could chat online with the never ending flow of friends who make themselves available at such late hours since they are free at no other time of the glorious day.

But there I dint want to do any of that. something was missing in my heart, something was not in place, something was bothering me. I closed my eyes and i could visualize the perfect curves carved out of wood of my violin, i could feel the warmth of the wood on my body. I realized what was missing in my life at that moment. As I sat in this room after having celebrated Christmas just the previous day, I thought about my violins, back in the desolated hostel room, miles away from me.

'A beauty so profound

Her curves so perfect.'

As i did not have any pen or pencil at my disposal at that moment, i marked those verses in my mind and switched off my laptop.

Few weeks later, as I sat in my Literature class, and sleep began creeping into my (innocent) eyes, i decided to complete 'My Lady' on the back of my notebook under the pretext that I was 'actually' taking down notes on the subject. .