Was out in Pearl spending the evening with friends when someone popped a random question: What is life? A said: 3 margs X said: Iced tea G said: A mud pie N said: w/e I said: I wish I knew. I thought: Feeling the light drizzle caress your skin on a lazy summer Friday night amidst the backdrops of Pearl and loving every moment of it. That's life. I knew: Life. Amen.
Mood: Nostalgic Song: Tears in the rain (Artist: Satch)
My first concert. Pri and I were fighting about our live concert breaks :) My sis outbeat me this time to it by putting all the facts together and I decided that I had to blog it! Daddy and Mummy have been fans of western music ever since the gramophone days. They listened to Russian, Italian, French, and of course English songs most of the time. So, in circa 1986, when dad heard that one of his favourite artists was coming to Bangalore, he couldn't miss it now, could he? The regular bandwagon was super excited about the prospects of attending a live concert, much to Pati's disgust (I later came to realize that she wanted to go along too, but Dad did not really ask her. She told us that she wanted to watch 'anda Russia karan' live years later and we've always regretted not taking her along.) The band wagon comprised of the usual lot: Sri mama, Chethan, Dad, Mom, Hemu aunty, her ardent follower (aka urs truly) and our latest addition , one year old Pri at her whining best. Come the day of the concert, after a gala tour of Bangalore's palace grounds, we sat in obedience waiting for the "'Mighty' Alla Pugacheva and the 'Awesome' Valery Leontiev" to perform. What ensued can be described as one of the wildest times of my life. I only remember Hemu aunty dragging me, the poor six year old to right in front of Valery Leontiev and I bet I could hear aunt screeching her lungs out when she saw him. Later I heard wild stories of Sridhar mama and Chethan getting lathi charged 'hyuck hyuck' much to Dad's angst and Mummy in a wild frenzy (over Leontiev ofcourse, though she vehemently denies it) falling off the chair with 1 year old Pri!. Dad was at his classiest and coolest I'm sure, but I bet even he called it one of the wildest days of his life. Not many people take a one year old kid out to a live concert now do they? So, here goes. Pri, I'm eating my words :(. You got your first break much earlier than I did!. Somewhere in our stash of video tapes, I'm sure we still have a video of the concert as well. (recorded on the VCR ofcourse when it was shown in DD.) All this brings fond memories of yet another song that the six year old crooned once upon a time and happened to find it on youtube twenty odd years later!
Here goes:
Here's the lyrics for others who want to croon along:
Voglia di stringersi e poi vino bianco, fiori e vecchie canzoni e si rideva di noi che imbroglio era maledetta primavera. Che resta di un sogno erotico se al mattino è diventato un poeta se a mani vuote di te non so più fare come se non fosse amore se per errore chiudo gli occhi e penso a te. Se per innamorarmi ancora tornerai maledetta primavera che imbroglio se per innamorarmi basta un'ora che fretta c'era maledetta primavera che fretta c'era se fa male solo a me. Che resta dentro di me di carezze che non toccano il cuore stelle una sola ce n'è che mi può dare la misura di un amore se per errore chiudi gli occhi e pensi a me. Se per innamorarmi ancora tornerai maledetta primavera che importa se per innamorarsi basta un'ora che fretta c'era maledetta primavera che fretta c'era maledetta come me. Lasciami fare come se non fosse amore ma per errore chiudi gli occhi e pensa a me. Che importa se per innamorarsi basta un'ora che fretta c'era maledetta primavera che fretta c'era lo sappiamo io e te Na, na, na, na , na , na, na, na, na, na, na, na, maledetta primavera na, na, na, na, na, na...
Mood: Twenty years younger Song: Maledetta Primavera (by Loretta Goggi circa 1981.)
... Because the mountains give me a sense of character. There are days when I chug along, but when I look at the mountains I realise that be rain, be snow, be sunshine, these mountains stand tall, majestic and at their spectacular best. I want to be a child of the mountains. ... Because the mountains harness wilderness and I have always considered myself to be a wild one. ... Because these mountains beckon you to conquer them. ... Because the mountains here have the power to heal any pain mental or physical. ... Because the freshness of the air here possesses a sobriety that I need to take in, to keep away from self-indulgence. ... Because John Galt seeked refuge and built his empire amidst the Grand Mountains of Colorado. ... Because Baccara did not sing Colorado for nothing!
Tons of more reasons, will update them as and when I think of them.
Everybody loves Ernest, but nobody knows who he really is.
Oscar Wilde struck a chord yet again. Was watching "The importance of being Earnest" and became reminiscent of one role I thoroughly enjoyed play acting in school: Gwendolyn Fairfax. Caught up with the actual scripts on the web: The importance of being Earnest p.s - My favourite lines in the script went like this:
Gwendolen. How absurd to talk of the equality of the sexes! Where questions of self-sacrifice are concerned, men are infinitely beyond us.
Jack. We are. [Clasps hands with Algernon.]
Indu was simply perfect as Lady Augusta Bracknell :)). Couldn't get through without her.
I wish Jothi mama were around to comment on this post. I miss our tete e tete's especially about English literature :)
Here's a great article on some research made on the "Ten politically incorrect truths of human nature.". Quite insightful and a must read for a wannabe psychologist.
On the other note, went through a mild mental heart attack when I heard that Dad and Pri were in an accident. Nothing major, but these things are beginning to get to me. I guess its really time I bridged the distance and travelled far and wide to see my loved ones.
Mood: weepy Song: Aanewaala Pal Jaanewala Hai (Lang: Hindi, Movie: Golmaal)
