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Deceptive impression
"Hey, hey Anish, you got to see what's on the notice board!", Harsh screamed at him.
Anish read out the circular on the notice board, "Fifth-semester electronics exam date: 5th Jan. Damn! We have exams so soon?"
"Not that one, the one below it", Harsh said.
"College fest open mic. 24th and 25th Dec", Anish read.
"Exactly, it's your chance to impress Preeti!", Harsh exclaimed.
"Are you kidding? It's been just a week since I got the guitar. I can barely hold a few chords"
"Doesn't matter. Girls love guys who play the guitar. Just play some simple songs. Have you been practicing any songs on your guitar?" Harsh asked.
"Yeah, Happy Birthday tune", Anish replied.
"Not that one, something better"
…
Anish practiced all day for a week, but he wasn't getting much better. Part of the reason is that learning to play the guitar is a slow process. It takes time and patience to master the chords. Another part of the reason was Anish hurrying to master it. When it comes to creating a masterpiece, the faster you try to do it, the slower you get.
That night, Harsh took Anish to a Magic show in the colony. The two sat on the fifth row from the front. It was held inside a convention hall, with the audience arranged only in one direction of the stage. That's very important for a magic show. Some people were invited to examine the stage before the magician arrived to make sure there was no trickery in it.
Once everything was inspected, a man from the audience walked up to the stage and put on a black hat. He was the magician.
"The first lesson in magic. Hiding in plain sight", the magician said.
The audience clapped.
Then he started performing some simple tricks, like making a bird disappear and turning water into flowers. We've all seen them before. But one particular performance was the most interesting to Anish and Harsh. Every magician has at least one signature trick for which he is known. This was the one.
The magician's assistant brought a water tap. It was just the bare tap not connected anywhere. He then rolled up his sleeves to show that there were...
Anish read out the circular on the notice board, "Fifth-semester electronics exam date: 5th Jan. Damn! We have exams so soon?"
"Not that one, the one below it", Harsh said.
"College fest open mic. 24th and 25th Dec", Anish read.
"Exactly, it's your chance to impress Preeti!", Harsh exclaimed.
"Are you kidding? It's been just a week since I got the guitar. I can barely hold a few chords"
"Doesn't matter. Girls love guys who play the guitar. Just play some simple songs. Have you been practicing any songs on your guitar?" Harsh asked.
"Yeah, Happy Birthday tune", Anish replied.
"Not that one, something better"
…
Anish practiced all day for a week, but he wasn't getting much better. Part of the reason is that learning to play the guitar is a slow process. It takes time and patience to master the chords. Another part of the reason was Anish hurrying to master it. When it comes to creating a masterpiece, the faster you try to do it, the slower you get.
That night, Harsh took Anish to a Magic show in the colony. The two sat on the fifth row from the front. It was held inside a convention hall, with the audience arranged only in one direction of the stage. That's very important for a magic show. Some people were invited to examine the stage before the magician arrived to make sure there was no trickery in it.
Once everything was inspected, a man from the audience walked up to the stage and put on a black hat. He was the magician.
"The first lesson in magic. Hiding in plain sight", the magician said.
The audience clapped.
Then he started performing some simple tricks, like making a bird disappear and turning water into flowers. We've all seen them before. But one particular performance was the most interesting to Anish and Harsh. Every magician has at least one signature trick for which he is known. This was the one.
The magician's assistant brought a water tap. It was just the bare tap not connected anywhere. He then rolled up his sleeves to show that there were...
