SINGING GOOD TIMES...
There is a right time to learn some things in life. Like music. But often this realisation comes so late that a big lump of regret gets stuck in the throat. I have been trying to flush down this pang by restarting my Veena lessons. Since the last one year. Last week on the occasion of Vijayadasami we initiated our little girl to music too with the hope that Time will be nice to her. Or maybe she will make friends with good times. A little more elder I was than my girl now, when I got started on my Veena lessons. I owned a Veena when I was 11 years old. I remember my Veena classes vividly but I do not remember what made me chose to learn Veena. There must have been a trigger. Maybe the melancholy of the strings matched my moods then. But the same instrument is behaving very different with me now. I look forward to attending my class that falls on weekend. It is synonym with happiness. But I am often exhausted by the huge effort that goes into attending them. Sometimes...
