I remember the first time I saw a live performance was at school. A senior was playing the guitar and somehow producing such crests and troughs in the air molecules such that when they hit the ear, they made the heart soar and the eyes light up with a smile. It was a familiar song and every one was clapping and singing along. When the song came to an end, every one burst into a loud applause and I remember making a mental note to learn how to recreate that magic. And I bet I wasn’t the only kid in the crowd with that thought. But then the mundane chores tornado hits you and you are swept unconsciously from one to the next. Then, the summer comes and you wake up, you finally have time to kill on your hands, you put your foot down, and enroll yourself. You realize it’s not a bed of roses, it needs time and practice but you remember the magic of that day and continue.