….for piano students to make their practise spontaneous, yet regular and fun.
So, students, this is how it works :
- Select a small section from a piece you like (a line or a phrase of music) – change the section every week
- Play it for 2 minutes, when you take a break from some other activity (for example after studying, dinner, or tidying up your stuff at home) both with and without the book
After some time of doing this daily, students find that they really really want to play the piano as soon as they finish their studies or their chores. They start using piano playing to relax and to express their moods and emotions and therefore, piano playing becomes a need – not just something they have to do as homework.
Piano practise becomes more spontaneous and students tend to remember practise ideas they’ve been taught, and also use ideas of their own – simply because they’re so focused on playing something they enjoy well. They also often, WANT to play, when they’re tired or when studies get heavy, because it helps them relax and de-stress and therefore study better and quicker.
The 2 minutes are done separately from the regular practise homework, so to the student, it’s just having fun. It often it makes students want to restructure their daily practise schedule – to allow flexibility, so they can play because they feel like it, rather than because it’s time for piano practise to be done.
… to the slightly insane driver’s who disrupt traffic, on the Sion-Panvel highway
I get it that you have important matters to talk about
So you drive slowly, and chat on your cell phone
I get it that you don’t care
That you’re slowing everyone down
That a lot of the driver’s behind you are switching lanes, because you driving at 30km/hr
And they’re stuck driving at a crawl behind you Continue reading I get it…my rant on driving while talking on the phone
I am grateful for your constant and steady companionship.
I have not always felt that way about your many many visits, but as time goes by I’m growing to value them.
When you visit regularly, I sometimes wish you away, but you know that I really do not mean it.
You bring me joy and sorrow, rude shocks and pleasant surprises. Continue reading Dear Change,
The inspiration for this poem
To the average Indian woman, gold is beauty, security and an investment in her future. Sadly, it’s also for many women, a way to determine whether another woman is well off enough, that they can consider being friendly with her.
I learned this because I don’t wear gold jewellery and I often wear no jewellery at all. I’ve had full conversations with women, with their eyes glued to my ears and neck – showing me that they notice the lack of adornment.
Worse still, we lived on rent when we first moved to our current location, moving a couple of times, before settling down in our permanent home. And every move meant making new friends from scratch. Initial friendliness from women neighbours can sometimes turn to reserve once they’ve conducted their brief interview and realise they’re talking to someone who does not own her own home!
It’s a value system that is so accepted in our society that families invest in gold jewellery, leaving nothing for the comforts that make daily living easy.
I often get told I’m lucky that my daily life is relatively comfortable. But it’s not about luck. It’s about personal choices and priorities and spending on what we value most. That’s where this post comes from.
Gold is the colour of :
- All the machines that do my house work for me.
- The comfort I get in shopping for convenience and not necessarily for discounts.
- The education that my parents gave me.
- The investment of both time and money, that I make in my ongoing education.
- The family support I get, so that I can work at what I love.
- The time I get to spend with family.
- The silence of the morning every day, when I’m having a leisurely cup of chai
Concerned friends, have asked if I own a set of jewellery and my answer is NO. It’s a waste as I’m not going to wear it anyway. Maybe someday, I’ll consider buying some bling that’s actually gold. I don’t know – maybe…
But it won’t mean anything more to me than all the lovely stuff at Archie’s.
You no longer feel like you’re just out of college
You are 20 kgs heavier than when you were 20 but you feel very slim
You will never have time to do all that you have to or want to
You are wise and you have given up trying – there’s a long long ‘To-do’ list which will never go away
The Loreal representative at the local mall tries to get you to buy more natural looking hair dye – even though you don’t dye your hair
Even the Bhaji-walla who used to call you Baby, then Didi, then Bhabhi, now calls you Auntie
For the non-Indian:
The Bhaji-walla is the vegetable vendor
They call all children Baba(boys) or Baby(girls), all young women Didi (elder sister), the not so young women Bhabhi(sister-in-law) and Auntie is just one step away from Nani – which means grandmother – a title you get when you look like, or are a senior citizen.
The Lady in Number 6.
A 106 year old pianist who survived the holocaust, talks about her relationship with music
What do I do, oh what do I do
The sun shines so bright and there’s house work to do
The dishes aren’t done and the floor is not mopped
And I want to go to the coffee shop
Continue reading What do I do