I am going to Warangal this weekend. Last chance to meet the batch that’s making its way out this year, my immediate juniors. Will miss the buggers – they were really among the coolest people I ever knew. Shit, man, I didn’t bother at all when people of my batch were leaving, and I get all choked up thinking about whether I am going to meet these people ever again or not. Huh, yeah, that’s college life for you. PK Mishra might have written awful lyrics for the Hindi version of Mustafa Mustafa, awful and corny, but there are times when you feel them – jeevan to gaadi hai, isko to chalna hai, raahon mein station to aate hai jaate hai. Sheesh, I am ashamed of myself, I have actually started quoting lyrics. Something that was 33Man’s domain – or maybe cash’s.
By some miracle, my room is very clean. It stays clean no matter what I do. The odd cobweb here and there, but that’s it. Guess that’s because I don’t stay in it any longer. I mean, I only sleep there. And my stuff is in it. ALL my stuff. Right now, my domain is the cubicle in my office. Jeez, man! What’s life coming to?
I am blabbering again. Shouldn’t.
We’ll be presenting an Unplugged music show on April 21st. Two guitars, no, maybe three guitars, a keyboard, and Chandru says he can get bongoes. So that’s it. And one voice. So far the only songs that have been decided are Radiohead’s Creep, Oasis’ Champagne Supernova, and maybe an instrumental of Naalo Unna Prema. All the songs I can think of require vocal harmonies. Chandru, as usual, says it’s fine, that we’re doing cover versions, so we can as well reinterpret the songs. Ow! Wish Asthana was still here. We once tried out a Hindi medley, that had around 4-5 songs melding into each other….something like, we start off with the male voice from Roja’s Dil Hai Chota Sa, the part that goes “Ye le lo…”, with harmony, and Asthana starts strumming the guitar, and we pick it up from “Baithe Hai Mil ke, sab yaar apne” (Papa Kehte Hain), and that in turn fits into “Aaj kal tere mere pyar ke charche….”. Some more songs, and well, it sounded corny, but was fun! We did some oddball jamming when Asthana was around. Like singing Britney Spears’ ..Baby One More Time to the chords of Hotel California, Asthana would play the intro and then we would sing “Oh Baby Baby how was I supposed to know…” instead of “On a dark desert highway…”. Fun!
I need some sleep. I need to think of some more songs to practise. I need a new keyboard. I need a hug.
If wishes were horses……
where is everybody?
u’r message has made me a lil nostalgic, our juniors (the biggest suckers of all times) are graduating!! seems just like yesterday when 3-3man and tatte came to college, they were among the first few that had come and it was our first hand experience with ragging… boy! was it fun!… especially 3-3man… i still laugh at times when i remember the ragging of 3-3man.. (3-3man.. if u’r reading this… i’m sorry man!.. but we did what we had to do!)
u’r message also reminded me of the music club… and how we used to spend more time in “arbit jamming” than practicing! … was real fun… wish we could do that again someday!… but as u say…. “If wishes were horses……”
later…
Re: where is everybody?
:-)
if this is who i think this is, well, buddy, even i sometimes cant get used to the fact that we passed out and now it’s time for them to do so. time sure flies, huh? Wish u were here.