After
hearing sorry for a millionth time and two boxes of Haldiram Gulabjamuns, My
hostel warden whose real name was Sree Nagraj Satya Narayana … something
something , in short Nagraj, finally excused me..
Really, it was one of the days I’ll never forget in life…
Days passed…
Each day started with some kind of rumor or news and that helped hostel maintain its craziness all the time. Today’s evening came with the news about fresher’s party…
For the first time in life I realized that boys also panic when it comes to looks and last minute dressing. There were discussions about Mr. and Ms. Fresher contest and lots of music and fun activities.
Fresher party news was like jungle fire, the talks and discussions, everywhere around.
During dinner time, Milind, another batch mate, dropped a bomb saying that the lead guitarist of our college band is down with jaundice and the whole band is worried for his replacement. (Milind’s elder brother was in same college, 3rd year, so he was like the college encyclopedia for us.)
“I saw a guitar with your luggage. Do you play?” ~ Milind asked me dinner amidst.
“Well, I play some chords and little bit of lead too… but never played for a band or something” ~ I replied.
“Perfect, Why don’t you play with our college band?” ~ Milind asked
“I don’t know… I mean… I have no idea which kind of music they play and moreover why would they select me to play along with them?” ~ I replied with little anxiety.
“Hmmm, because, they need a guitarist as soon as possible… and hey, what’s wrong in jamming.. just meet them and see if you gel along with them.” ~ Milind told
“Hmmm… I don’t mind that…” ~ I told
“OK, tomorrow meet them at 12 @ auditorium. I’ll let them know that you are coming. ” ~ Milind told in hurry as he got up from the table to wash his hands.
The talk with Milind filled my heart with excitement. Playing for a band was always my dream and it was going to be fulfilled soon…
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