Gripper Drawing Board Clip Unbreakable 4 pcs.

My first lesson

I am travelling in Patna Rajdhani, holding on to this small box. The box had already turned into an artifact. Pretty similar to a fossil. Pressed, torn, off-colored. Why not? It had been more than 9 years when the tryst began. One face of the paper box had all these words in the title cluttered in the most non-fashionable way and that too on a pink background. But the other side restored the golden letters “C D E G A B”. Never imagined that these seven letters will be so important in my life.

Flashes from a 9 year old Frame:

“Dude! Royal Stag Magic Moments. Shanker Ehsan Loy are coming to City Center”. In an hour decisions made and we were bunking classes to listen to them in Salt Lake, Kolkata. 

Both Kishalay and me reached the venue unusually before the time.

Present:

My ipod is pretty intelligent and it understands my mood even better than myself. Now when I am not in a mode to listen to Guetta or Eluveitie or Amon Amarth, its playing “Bezuban” from Piku, “Piu Bole” from Parineeta. (Come on ..my mind was in Kolkata. So it definitely ought to play some odd bong songs). I was travelling even faster than Rajdhani and that too away from rajdhani towards my loving city, Kolkata. I don’t know, may be after a killer thriller scene of “How Kinjal will catch the train” his nerves wanted to sooth in some beautiful reminiscence.

Flashes from a 9 year old Frame:

“Dude. He sounds exactly the same as he sounds in the movies.” Kishalay whispered in my ears restraining himself in the permissible range of frequency which he was allowed. “Whats the next Karaoke?” I asked anxiously of the fact that if some sweet oldy comes up which I am comfortable with I will try to muster all my courage to share the stage with the star triads and sing a few lines. What can be a better experience than this?

“Chookar mere mann ko is the next song. And who will love to sing this one with a little help from none other than Shanker Mahadevan?” the emcee shouted in the most ecstatic way.

“Go fucker. You will never get a better chance than this” I got a terrible push from Kishalay.

Present:

You know the best part of the story was already over. I carried “that” every day in my wallet. Yeah!! I sang the karaoke, received a pat from Shanker, along with a t-shirt with “Royal Stag” written on it in Bold. (Isshhhh!!..I was never allowed to wear it outside my home as it was from some liquor company. This how Bengali mom tries to evade their son from drinking). But the magic that happened that day was already in my pocket.  It was that pink box of drawing board clips. Since we reached the venue quite early, we sat down in the Kund area and were discussing some random shit. I asked Kishalay “Dude. I am playing in so many shows. But I don’t have any understanding of scales, chords and other technical stuffs. Teach me something.” Then came out the piece of the paper box from Kishalay’s bag on which he scribbled down “c d e f g a b” and he taught me the first lessons of scales. Out of no reason I put that stuff in my purse and it remained there with me till date. (For inventive minds, my existing purse is not so old. I changed it in between but I shifted all my stuffs from the older one to the newer one).

I am not a God abiding person nor I like visiting religious places. But I think I understand the difference between “being religious” and “being spiritual”. Yes, I am a very spiritual person whose spirits percolates from music, essays, books, sketches and even spirits (I mean alcoholic spirits) but “being religious”? I am light years away from it. Subconsciously I find my God in petty inconspicuous elements around me which stores memories. Like the hand-made card and the Cadbury that is still stored intact in my cupboard (for my first girlfriend), a small pink embroidered bag wrapped in newspaper which I bought from Sikkim for the girl with whom I had longest relationship, the old Chacha Chowdhury, Billo and Pinky comics which ornamented mine and my sister's boring noons. (I know my sister will start searching all these today itself. :p) But yes, like many believers I believe God is everywhere. Just the difference. may be is, I live what I believe rather than believe what I live. (May be that the reason why I am spiritual but not religious). 

What about yours?