When it comes to music, I consider myself to be a jack of all trades, but a master of none. My involvement with learning music goes a long way back. I was around seven when I was first compelled to put my vocal skills to proper use. I was always under the impression that speaking a lot about un-important stuff fitted that category. Unfortunately, the people around me thought differently. My parents decided that I should learn to sing and so I was enrolled in a music class comprising of two oily kids, one pompous twit who couldn't stop singing, and me and my 4 year old cousin. I hated sitting in that place for an hour just to make weird noises with my mouth when I could have been outside making underground tunnels in the sand. So, due to my lack of interest in singing, the most I learnt was the basic sa re ga ma.
It wasn't entirely my fault though. Going to the music class itself was a big ordeal for me. On the way to our music class, my cousin and I had to pass this house which owned a huge black dog and we were incredibly terrified by it. My cousin used to listen to whatever I told him (unfortunately, the situation's a bit different now) and I convinced him that dogs were nasty creatures that would bite you if you frowned at them. So to the amusement of everyone on the road, we would have this big smile plastered on our faces whenever we walked past that house and we would break into a run once we had lost sight of the dog.
Later, once I had quit my singing class, I tried learning the piano and mridangam. I found the piano classes to be terribly boring. I hated just sitting on a chair and punching a few keys (surprisingly that's what I'm doing now!) and so I quit that too. The only piece that I can still play on the keyboard is Vande Mataram, so that's definitely going to be there in my list of accomplishments.
Learning the mridangam was a stupid idea in the first place. I used to get tired as soon as I tapped the round parts on either side of the drum a few times and my fingers really hurt too. Plus, I didn’t like the fact that mridangams were made with the skin of cows. So that plan went out of the window too.
Thus my pathetic attempts at learning music turned out to be pretty futile and so I decided to give it up altogether. Yes, I can understand, it is a shocking decision, but people let's face it, music and I go as well together as George Bush and a pretzel.