Believe it or not... I still think I'm sane

This is something you would do everyday, without even noticing, that there is something different or weird about waking up.

For me it is a chance to start over, to delete whatever happened yesterday and I did not want to sustain what good I did or tried to do, to expand my knowledge, to see beyond the obvious, to get an answer for all the Ys that I have.

Sometimes the day passes without accomplishing any of this, but that is exactly what I was taking about, the beauty of waking up.

Sometimes I wake up and sit back and think when the best day will come. I just put my head back and let my imagination wander off in a world full of opportunities

I have this theory… I actually made it up now. What if there are 6,000,000,000 (last global census I know) opportunities per day, one for each person in the world, and someone on the other end of town took mine cause I did not see it come, I bet they will be better off, they did not know it was supposed to be mine, but actually it wasn’t.It was just out there doing nothing, not named or anything, just there for whoever can see it.

I came to the conclusion that the best day ever will be the day you take the ultimate number of opportunities, but will that be good for the next day… I seriously don’t know.

To live better I will have to treat everyday as the best day ever (yet) it will take you on a rollercoaster ride that will be always going up, you will never go down, just waiting it to get better and better.

Believe it or not... I still think I'm sane

I Love The Sound Of Crashing Guitars...

Playing Guitar

I've been thinking a lot about how I learned to play guitar. I've never had a formal lesson in my life. I started with a Mel Bay chord book and a Rs. 300 GIVSON guitar (with the cheapest strings available that was pure torture to hands). That's was all for the "WANT TO" factor.

I've played a lot of guitars lately that sounds like a dream. I wish that I had started on one of those decent guitars. Learning to play would have been so much easier that way. Some people say that suffering builds strong character. If that's true, I ought to have character of Steve Vai.

After I taught myself to play some chords and strum with a flat pick, I decided that I wanted to learn how to play power too. I was heavily influenced by maiden and megadeth those days, so I listened to what they did and tried to copy it.

I had a cheap stereo in my room 50w PMPO. No shit--- that's how I learned most of the riffs.

I used to carry that guitar to college and see how Shane (one hell of a guitarist) used to play and I used to watch carefully everything he played and I went home and tried to copy what he did.

Later, I was lucky enough to meet some pretty good guitar players and I tried learning a lot from them, too. The key ingredient why I didn’t learn to play well is simple: I really WANTED to learn to play guitar and I never worked on it.

Yeah I play the guitar, decently, may be not even decently!!! I could play songs, play death metal, play a few Iron maiden Riffs… a couple of Clapton, jethrotull, hootie, nirvana, pearl jam…. power chords… yeah but I cold play only what ever I like… end of the day, I am sure I dint master the art.

I should be playing the guitar way better than what I am doing now!

May be I should have…

1) Started with a decent guitar.
2) Been patient.
3) PRACTICED!!!
4) Studied music theory.

Would I have done the above, hell yeah I should be playing way better that I do now!

Write it on your hands... Inscribe it on your heart...

Blessed are the poor - or poor in spirit – who do not trust in status or riches
Blessed are those who mourn – who grieve over the injustice in the world
Blessed are the meek – who get angry but who never get aggressive
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness - who seek justice
Blessed are the merciful – who are compassionate to all in need
Blessed are the are pure in heart – who are whole-hearted in desire to do right
Blessed are the peacemakers – who work for peace in a world at war
Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness - who suffer for just causes