Tuesday, June 19, 2007
There once was a boy who hated playing piano. He started learning piano when he was only like around 6 for his parents desired him to learn it. The boy always ask his parents this question, "why do u want me to lear piano?"
"Its for your own good. It can be a skill you may need and start connductoring piano lessons for other kids. Even so, u can volunteer yourself in church to play the piano for them." His parents anwsered.
That boy was confused about the reason why he have to learn piano. If he was given a choice, he would rather have fun instead of playing that mundae piano. He dreaded everyweek's piano lesson. He would usually arrive 30 min earlier so not to be late. He would sit down and start panicking about his lesson as he had not done enough practice. His scales was in a total mess. His pieces have no variation in dynamics. The rythmn is fluctuating badly. His theory work was not done.
That 30 min wait was dreadful, but the next hour wait will be even worst.
While playing, his teacher easily recognise his mistakes. It was rampant. She did not know what to do. All she did was patiently tell his his mistakes that he had done. He will note it, but he will be too lazy to correct it.
One thing that he always wonders was why she never scolded me? She had never even nagged at the boy before. All she do was to patiently tell him his mistakes. Thats perhaps why he had never improve...
When the boy was sec 2, his teacher had to migrate to Malaysia. He had just done his grade 7 exam. The boy was transfered to another teacher for guidance. However, he did not stay on too. Shortly afterwards, he quited piano as he cannot cope with his schoolworks and his parents do not have enough investment for him.
That was then the point came to enlightenment. He made a very wrong decision. A decision he would regret. He should have not quited piano. He should have stoped his parents from withdrawing the lesson and persisted that they grant him a new piano.
The real reason why he liked playing the piano is because it was his life. It was born to him, undetachable from him. He enjoys playing it. Thats the one thing that will make him happy. Truely happy .
As you can guess, that boy was me. The teacher who had taught me was Madam Noryani. I bascially do miss her, how she have taught me how to play the piano. The regret that i could not complete the basic of piano, i do feel a letdown. I hope one day i can still see her and chat with her.
For 3 years, i had never really touched the piano...by some form of miracle, i pray that God can let me learn piano again. I want to one day show her that i was never a disappointment to her.
All this i pray in Jesus name...
Amen
destroy the silence {9:43 PM}
