A Letter to My Guitar

dear guitar,
Its been so long since I touched you.you look so rusted and old now and its all my fault for not cleaning you from time to time.

There was a time when i used to be with you for hours and not get tired of you.I would never study and play you for hours.Whenever I was sad,I got your support.Just strumming those basic chord patterns gave me such a big high that I instantly forgot about all my pains and miseries.When I was happy,I would strum you till eternity.When I was angry ,I would strum you so hard that the strings would plead mercy.Basically,you were my outlet of expression.

Just playing those scales would make me feel like a superman.I remember how, once, my friends were amazed by the way I played and the compliments they showered me with were enough to bloom a thousand flowers.Suddenly, it didn't matter that I was short,hunchbacked and babyfaced.All that mattered was,I played the guitar better than most of the boys of my age.

In 11th grade,when I was in the grunge phase,you had to bear the brunt of a thousand Nirvana songs.When I was in 12th,you had to suffer from Pearl Jam'oesia.When I got my guitar processor,you had to come in terms of the different sounds i could get out of you.I thank you facing all the things I put you through.Broken relationships,bad grades,seeking acceptance from people,12th standard paranoia,you have been there with me through it all and I have cherised each day evr since I first touched you.

When I see a thousand kids learning guitar just because it is cool,my heart breaks because I know they will never feel about their guitars the way I feel about you.Because for me,its all about understanding you to the core.The magic that your 24 frets create is something i'm fascinated with and as I listen to this song by an Indian band called Half Step Down, about how guitar is a priority over a girl,I couldn't help but agree.

Its been one rocky road with journals,projects and tons of notes to study.I may not give you a lot of time but I know I will sooner or later.With parental rumblings and an expectation to survive in the corporate world,I am helpless.You may not be on my lap as often as you used to be,but I do promise to be with you for the rest of my life because for me,you are life!
yours truly,
Shubham