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Here’s to the second part of the story…..sorry struggle.

Panting and gasping for the shortness of breadth, I find my way into the streets of Indiranagar…to the Yamaha Showroom.

The showroom address, again had to depend on the Just Dial guys, coz got lost in the ‘Streets of Indiranagar’ (Well, my song after I learn guitar) every other damn road in Bangalore looks the same and eery…nobody after 8 o’clock is seen on roads on these parts of the city utter contrast to Kormangala.

I slowly get the phone number of the shop, but I just have 15 minutes more and I am at the other end of the road, I need to get to the other road and for that I have to make a BIG turn and come  twice the same distance as thanks to the Traffic Police of Bangalore – who convert the morning Two-Way lane to a One-Way in the evening.

Now, being tensed….about not reaching the store in time, I call up the numbers to ask – How long they would be there? he says, “Ma’am, We Close by 8 pm.”

“Oh! yeah…Thanks.” (Tock – snap the phone)

I am racing against time, traffic,  self, and everything…I finally get to the location that says next to in the address.

I call him again, tell him where I am and blah blah….!!

I finally, reach the location , to find it still surrounded by even more weirder looking guys, joblessly smoking away to hell.

I enter the store, I find an equally north-western dude who sits at the counter attending to equally cranky fellow. I wonder if it is the music makes them go like this or it is just the exterior and nothing to it at all.

He is not interested in me or my attire and does not even bother to attend to me. AH! What an insult…I bang at the desk and tell him, ” Excuse me, I am looking for an Yamaha Classic Guitar C40.”

That thing about the C40 caught his attention, he looked at me and said, “Yeah, ma’am. One second.”

The other person who was keeping him occupied got the clue and walked off.

Now, I was little skeptical, what is he going to ask me. I looked around there was no one to rescue.

This fellow gets a little high and tells me a lot about Classical Guitar. He tells me, it is an excellent choice. what made you buy it? “

I am blank for a minute.

He asks, me ” You are going to play it?”

I am blank again.

He continues, ” This is a great piece of instrument, you have made a good choice.”  he strings it up and plays a song for me. I am bewildered, he asks, me ” Can you tell me the song?”

I am completely blanked out.

He realizes, it is not working. He gets to packing the guitar.

I say,” Hey, wait. It is true I am buying it.” I don’t know to play it yet. I am starting to learn it. “

“Oh! he says, good. See, you should hold it like this, should sit like this, you not supposed to do this or that….he goes on.”

I have no choice then slowly acknowledging his sayings with a wide smile – Aw! that hurt my jaw.

He gets to  packing it again, I look at my watch it is 8.15 pm. I wonder will he ever close the store…I look outside the glass window panes, the outside looker even darker to me.

I wait, for him to carefully pack the thing…No, he opens it again and says, “I will tune it for you so that it is ready and plays another song.”

I wonder when he is going to stop.

Finally, another guy who was outside all along comes in to my rescue and starts billing for the product. I wanted to flee from there and be with my guitar.

(to be continued)

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