Ba Dum Tss

Drums

Friday, July 31, 2015

This morning, I opened my eyes at 6.15 a.m. feeling cold. I readjusted on my bed thinking that would work. It didn’t. I thought to myself, “I have the blanket. I have draped it all right. I have also made myself as small as possible. What is wrong?”

I opened my eyes. The fan speed was a little too fast. My senses came crawling to me.Then I suddenly felt warmer. Did the fan slow down by itself? No. As I opened my eyes, I saw my brand new drums that I got the day before. I smiled from ear to ear, involuntarily. It was the first time I had woken up to my drum set.

I have been playing the keyboard since I can probably remember. I have played it for the bands of both my schools. But I have always been  jealous of the guys who played the drums.

When I came to St. John’s school in Aurangabad, the first thing that I thought was “cool” was the morning assembly. That is because they used to play the school anthem every day with the entire band. For the first few months, I only looked at the drummer and admired him.

I got into the school band after a few months. I played the keyboard, but I always had one eye on the drummer, observing him. I always wanted to play them, but hardly got to. Rumours had it that the drummer was cocky. I was too afraid to ask. So I used to come home and bang the utensils with spoons and ladles. After getting an earful of scoldings from my mother, I had to find a better alternative.

I then used my palms as the drumsticks and my thighs as drums. And so I practised. I used to observe him in the school, come home, and slap my thighs to the rhythm till they became red.

A drum set had always remained in my wishlist during my childhood. It was one of the things I really wanted, but I knew I would never get because it was too costly. With the drum set, in the list, was Sony Play Station 2, a geared bicycle, a Funskool Beyblade, a Wooden Sword, and a radio controlled car.

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