Umm… Notes 🙂
I am scared of currency notes. Too many counterfeit currencies in circulation nowadays.
Long time ago, some centuries ago when I was in school and college, I had this habit of writing notes to my classmates while the teacher was taking class.
I used to get caught by my teachers
I used to get caught every time because I had a Dad and a mom who was very experienced in all these matters
Then one fine day I was given the responsibility of being the lead guitarist of a rock band. There was no youtube or music grade exam centers in my small town. That was 1992 and I was 19.
So, I started taking note of other senior guitarist in other bands.
Yes, I did learn a lot from those musicians.
Some people are like that. They take notes of everything. Some of them will have a pen and a notebook all the time. Even at 30,000 feet above sea level. Some people observe things more than others.
They are normally called daydreamers, lazy people, or time wasters.
I am an active
Some people take a note of things for self-improvement. Some people take a note of things to study human behaviors.
The best thing about getting old is more freedom and more experience.Now it doesn’t matter whatever I wear. What is there to impress, kind of attitude.
People also don’t take a note of what I wear.
Now I am not worried about my bad handwriting. Who cares what others think about me, kind of attitude. Others also don’t take a note of that now when they see the grey hair on my head.
Now I am thinking, what difference would have happened in my life if I had a better handwriting? I don’t know why I felt ashamed about my handwriting when I was young
I know it was not me. It’s the class teachers and friends around me made me feel bad because of my handwriting.
I had stopped writing for many years because I felt bad about my handwriting, and to an extent, my bad English grammar.
I don’t think I have ever scored more than 60% in English exam while I was in school or college.
I used to feel ashamed of myself when my friends or when my sister used to speak in fluent English with a good accent.
But now I am okay. I feel good about my handwriting and thinking, what is the use of having good grammar or a good accent if you don’t have anything to write and express.
How to use it to express is what matters.
Now it doesn’t really matter if there is a spelling mistake or if there is a grammar mistake or if the handwriting is bad.
That’s the beauty of getting old.
Now what matters is, can I communicate what my heart is saying, with others.
Same with music. I used to practice guitar for minimum eight hours while I was in college. I wanted to play every note correct.
I was worried about my competition and what others would think if I played a wrong note.
That was killing my creativity. I was trying my best to learn what others have already created.
Now I don’t practice that much. I stopped worrying about some wrong notes here and there.
My full concentration is on creating a new melody or a song.
That was the reason I picked up
I am not interested in learning songs created by others.
But somewhere, I forgot my goal and went after what was popular- The Pop and Rock songs from the west.
It took some time to realize that I forgot my goal. Now I am back, and walking towards the goal.
Now I am okay if my students score whatever marks in their music grade exams. Now I appreciate their courage to take grade exams more than their marks
By the way, Music Grade exams are not easy.
Okay, having said all these, as I am getting old, I am worried about the real notes. The currency notes.
Twice I got Rs.50 fake notes.
So, I cannot say that I stopped worrying about some wrong notes here and there
Wrong musical notes are okay, but wrong currency notes are my new worry
Now I know that it is more important to enjoy the process, and it is okay not to worry too much about being perfect
Now I know that it is important to send notes to people you care.
Now I also know that it is very important not to send notes to people who told you to get lost.
Note:- The last sentence was a note to a person who I used to know and I am not in touch since 2012 🙂