Treat life as a game.

You get points for saving lives.

Guitarpost

Here I will list my repertoire of tunes. Hope it becomes pretty big some day.
(S)= Simplified only notes version

Done-
Scarborough Fair
House of the Rising Sun (S)
Beethoven's Ninth- Ode to Joy (S)
Linkin Park- In the End
America- Horse with No Name
Dido- White Flag
Nirvana- Come as You Are (Intro)
Nirvana- Smells like Teen Spirit
7 Nation Army (White Stripes)
Smoke on the Water (Intro)
Thesis of the Cruel Angel (Evangelion)
L's Theme Yoshihisa Hirano
Greensleeves (that old medieval tune we've all heard)
Mad World Tears for Fears
Eon Blue Apocalypse- Tool
Soothsayer - Buckethead (Intro)
Behind Blue Eyes

Death Note - Yoshihisa Hirano

Wild Thing
Numb - Linkin Park

Sweet Child O' Mine (intro)

In The End Linkin Park

Asylum of Glass Buckethead (Lots of parts...)

Unforgiven- Metallica
The Day that Never Comes - Metallica

Opeth- End Credits
Kryptonite- 3 Doors Down
Johnny Cash- Hurt
Dropkick Murphys - Shipping Up To Boston
Alter Bridge - BlackBird
Van Halen - Feelin'
Jurassic Park Theme
Star Wars Theme
The Devil May Cry Theme
The Godfather Theme
Laura's Theme Silent Hill

Stairway to Heaven Led Zep

Metallica ONE (intro)
Metallica Fade To Black (Intro-Solo)
Metallica Nothing Else Matters (Intro)
Poets of the Fall Carnival of Rust
Creed One (Intro)
WildTheme/Local Hero/Going Nowhere by Mark Knopfler
RHCP Californication (main riffs)
Requiem for a Dream Main Part

Creed One Last Breath

Ramble On Jimmy Page
Late Goodbye
Sail on Soothsayer
RHCP Snow
Alter Bridge Blackbird
Blackest Eyes, Porcupine Tree
blah blah blah

I know lots! :D

Pipeline-

Silversun Pickups- Future Foe Scenarios

The Unforgiven 2

maybe some Zero 7

Flirting with a Pakistani

When presented with a long list of enriching life experiences, one tends to forget most of them, it seems.

This particular, short-lived scenario occurred when I was a wee (nay, chubby) lad of twelve or so and living in Coolangatta Australia.
Her name was Sameera, she was in my class. I could tell that she was an Asian immigrant, Lebanese, Iranian. Something like that.

It wasn't until she called me out of class one day and asked me about my Indian-ness that I realized that she was a Pakistani.

"Can you speak the language properly?" She asked me.
"Kya, tum nahi bol sakti? (What, you don't speak it?)" I replied playfully in Hindi, which is more or less identical to Urdu.
"No I can. I just don't like to do it."
"Uh. Ok." Thats weird.

And so the conversation lasted for a few minutes. Having a pretty girl call me over to talk to her was a big deal then. Correction- It is a big deal.

Oh did I mention she had brothers in school?
Four of them?
All older than me? The oldest being about twice my size?

I had assumed that our conversation would be kept more or less private... until the next day,when her eldest brother picked me out of a crowd and held me in a terrifying bear hug as he marched me through the school.

Point one. That guy, eight years ago, was probably bigger than I am now.
Point two. All of Sameera's brothers were delinquents (relatively speaking), and I'd actually been mistaken for one of them at one point...
("DAMN YOU ANWAR!!! HOW DARE YOU THROW A WATER BALLOON AT MRS MOPPET!!"
"Whats an An-Wah?"
"DON'T ACT DUMB WITH ME ANWAAR!!!!"
"I'm not Anwaar. My name in Anjishnu. I'm your school's Science topper. (aka I'm A Nerd)."
"GAAAAH YOU LIE!!!"
I'm not too sure how this situation ended. Maybe someone vouched for my identity. Maybe I walked off with a dismissive sigh at the teacher's ignorant racism. )
Point Three. I was damn scared of them.

Sure, we Indians are never taught to 'hate' Pakistanis. Our history texts mostly refer to Partition as a tragedy marred with meaningless violence that all humane people should have tried to avoid- which shattered homes and split families and turned brother against brother.

But with the Kargil War and a plethora of Pakistani terrorist attacks happening every year, one couldn't help be scared.

Sameera's brother gave a long talk about how us South Asians need to stick up for each other and shyt and not take crap from the teachers.

I was quivering throughout the ordeal.

I don't think I ever spoke to her outside of class again.