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Taking my guitar out after eons, I undertook the painstaking task of tuning it. Tuning the guitar is some part of this whole exercise that I like much. The blue guitar, tuned long long back, I had kept it with slacked strings so as not to bend the bow over a long period. Now how does this process of tuning it makes you smile? Resonance. You tighten the lower string, listen to it, and as you have no reference, what you can do is make sure that it sounds sweet. Now you tighten the upper string, to just about the same tautness. Then you start from the first fret of the upper string, press your left index finger on the string, and strum it together with the lower. And you listen for resonance. No, it is not to be heard, they are both beating in frequencies off by miles, and the beats die down fast. You move to the second fret, press the finger again, and strum. Beats, but you note with a little dismay, no resonance yet. You move again, to the next fret. Same dying beats. Next, and the next and the next. And then just about when your starting to frown, you have pressed your finger on some fret, and strummed it together with the lower.
'Clinggggg ...' .. again .. 'Clinggggg ...'
Like a distant church bell tolling, the strings are beating together, resonating, like a beautiful circle that feeds itself, and you, have that stupid smile on your face, just the same one you'd have inside when your girl bursts out laughing for the horrible PJ you just cracked.
And I smile for a few seconds more, listening to the church bells again ... and again.
:-)
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