Aspiration

“Hey! Didn't you got the eyes?' I might have said so in quite a bad temper but I couldn't. What saved him from my raged reaction was his sinful smile that would literally kill anybody. I was shocked at my impetus. My brain was rendered malfunctioned by my very own reflex reaction. I knew I wasn't supposed to smile at him too, moreover, wearing a generous look of forgiveness on my visage. After all, he had awfully bumped into me. Even though the pain was momentous, I was severely hurt at the instant when his head stroke mine. However, it was to my own advantage later on. Thank god I managed to deceive myself at the time. Oh, yeah, let me tell you how it all happened. I was consciously walking the stairs of sky-bridge, the one that of Jamal which is heavily massed all the seasons, and he too was doing the same but to me he appeared unmindful of the crowd over the bridge. We were in opposition to each other; he was walking down the stairs and I was walking up the stairs when his ipod, iphone or what so ever it was played that mischief. I don't know what he was actually doing with that Apple's gadget but when my sight caught his stance, I saw him looking at the gadget he was holding on his hands.
“Ouch! Sorry!” He uttered slowly raising his head. I was in at awe and anger altogether to counter his bizarre composure . I got even more furious when my eyes couldn't find even a narrow trace of guilt on him. Everything of him was stalked with an exaggerated sense of pride that was clearly hinting his vanity; it occurred to me at the time. Just when I was about to speak up, he pronounced “sorry” with a smile, well yeah, with that fatal smile on his face whose brutal attack on my anger led my reaction to go berserk. Exchanging the smiles we moved on. But, as I was moving I felt to turn back at him and noticed nothing more than the white colored earphones and pale green Jacket hanging on his ears and thin silhouette respectively. Such was the way I met him for the first time.
Then on, our story took a leap of a week or so. Yeah, after about a week we got to meet again. And this time, I bumped into him, well, literally. So, nobody ought to be sorry in actual. Well, it was the first day of my guitar class and I was already few minutes late for the scheduled time. So, I hastily uttered the words “May I get in Sir?” standing on the brim of door awaiting for the teacher's permission to enter the room. “Yes”. He kindly replied. His chair was placed facing backwards to the door. So, I couldn't manage to see the teacher's facade until I went inside and got seated in a chair placed in front of him. Oh God! I was shocked to find him as a mentor in my very first guitar class. My emotions frenzied. Thank god they were silent ones. I could camouflage them beautifully by my inert outward expression. Actually, I was meant to be tutored by a different teacher whom I had seen the day before when I was on that academy to get admitted. He was a totally unanticipated surprise; the guy with the smile. On that very day, he asked me my name when the class was over. I replied “Sudha” trying to sound generously kind. “I am Rohit” he said much before I could collect my guts to ask him his name. He had a pleasing voice, I sensed. I don't know how much did I succeed to learn guitar that day, however, I remember, I was able to play the seven major chords pretty much neatly with simple 2/3 down-stroke rhythm though I couldn't shift the chords uniformly without breaking the rhythm. It felt nice to be appraised, moreover, in a very first day. I knew he was implicitly speaking the words of inspiration in the form of appreciation. Still, it felt good.
Well, that was the first day and a good one. From second day onwards I got a different teacher but don't get me wrong; the afterward days weren't the bad ones. Later only I knew that Rohit was there on my first day alone as my teacher since the other teacher had a recording on the studio and he couldn't manage to tutor me that day. Rohit was his student as well. But it was long ago he joined the academy eager to learn the art of hitting strings. After couple of weeks the teacher had begun to appear like a colleague to me. Though he was much senior to me in age as well, we did find few common topics to talk about after the class was over. Rohit and few other students would join us often. Rohit would often make a visit to the academy, almost daily. That was the way I was getting to know him; Rohit. His deep almond eyes would attain even more depth when he held the guitar on his lap and played it; played it beautifully; played it magically. I would be carried away elsewhere; a place which was too beautiful to be in at ease. Yeah, my heart always shuddered when he dispelled his magic. “He is too talented to get the admiration he deserve. There are very few people who have the ability to recognize his talent and perceive his potency.” Many a times I heard the teacher saying so. The teacher too was swept away by the charm of his fingers, I guess.
Rohit would often invite me to the concerts where he was to perform. I would try my best to attend them all but it felt quite bad when I couldn't in at few occasions. With each meeting, we came closer. I got to know him much a deal that he is my boy friend now; my only boy friend. Please don't be mistaken here. He is my boy friend not boyfriend. Well, I wanna be clear for my own safety; you know how people are misconstrued these days! Trust me, the words are yet to be joined! I was in love with his awe evoking magic; I was in love with his killing postures he attained when he played with the guitar; I was in love with his sinful smile; I was in love with with his grunge denims; I was in love with his modesty; I was in love with him, but mind you, in a platonic sense. But what I hated about him is his fingers when they hold a cigarette which I found totally awkward with his persona. His thin and long fingers with well trimmed nails would shine with an irresistible beauty only when they hit the strings; it always occurred to me. Still I suppress that hatred by the consciousness that he wasn't any least intelligent freak who smoked just to signify his self vanity. He was simply ingenious at what he was doing. And unfortunately, he ought to smoke. Yeah, he smoked just to fume away though a few of myriad painful effects resulted by the consciousness he possessed of his overbearing intelligence that was producing him overbearing humiliation instead of righteous amount of arrogance he deserved. He recognized the skills of his fingers. He knew the magic of strings. Its just that simple. No pride, no any condescending air, no any egotism, nothing as such; he possessed none of its kind.
Yeah, the happiness his face resembled was nothing more than a masquerade he wore to hide the truth behind it. Everything seemed smooth but nothing was seamless in actual. Undoubtedly, he had got the love and appreciation from his band members, friends and his family as well. But the fact that he was a lead guitarist and not the vocalist who generally holds the center-stage during concerts was getting him debased estimation of the million bucks talent he possessed. He had given the significant hours of more than five years of his life to that, along with a whole year additionally. Yeah, he had dropped out of the chartered accountant course just to live the life he enjoyed; just to play the guitar.
His such devotion towards the instrument was causing an unpleasing rift between him and his father. Though it was his father who first insinuated the fire by admitting Rohit to the music academy to learn guitar as an extra curricular and refreshing activity, Rohit's dropping out from his college was causing his father enormous regret for that thing he did in the past. It wasn't that his father was pushing him to be a Chartered accountant or lading his fancy upon his child but it was actually that he wanted his son to lead a sound and successful career. But hardly would he be paid more than a small share of noisy rounds of applause after playing his passion. However, that was enough for him. I could perceive that from his not so demanding eyes.
The agitation his life was enduring began to agitate me as well. I had never imagined that a guitar could sound like that as well. After few months of our companionship, I influenced him my mediocrity; my ordinariness, my straight, rational and most importantly my easy choice of things. It was me, I know who propelled him to retrace the path of marketing and taxation; to rejoin the course of Chartered accountancy. Yeah, he let the strings to rust and begin to play his mind that sounded the chords of numbers and logics. Still, I keep uploading the videos of his solo performance to youtube with the hope of grand call from somebody like Scooter Braun who would help him make it big like Justin Bieber someday. I aspire to discover the happiness in Rohit's eyes and the satisfaction in his father's. Yeah, this is my aspiration to make it possible a day when an aspiring guitarist carries Rohit's picture on his wallet as Rohit now does of Jimi Hendrix.