rock n roll

'How far you gonna go?
Before you lose your way back home
You've been tryin' to throw your arms
Around the world'
That’s what I kept telling myself and my friend `I told you so’, as we boarded a train from kharagpur to come back to Calcutta. SF 2005………its very unlikely that the two of us would forget the events of the last weekend in a hurry. To state that SF simply rocked would not only be making the most clichéd understatement….but also be testimony to pathetic vocabulary. Parikrama, Indian Ocean, Strings, Zero, friendz - old and new, lots of music..lots of music…….looottttttttttsss of fun. KGP ka TEMPO DEFINATLY HIGH HAI! One question though….why on sweet mother earth would u call it a spring fest if you r freezing to your death inspite of being under a jacket and a shawl?
From dawn to the next dawn (YUP! To the utter dismay of the matron we refused to come back to the hostel before 3:30/4)…we spent our time laughing, dancing and when there was no music….we decided to break into song n dance sequences of our own. A bunch of loony jukeboxes dancing away on the streets of kgp, sounds like a bunch of hobbits from the pages of The Lord of the Rings. And NO! contrary to all presuppositions…”We weren’t drunk or stoned!” We were just high ;>
You know that heady feeling that you get when you try take in too much of something in a short while……well you can say we are drunk on sf. Rockstars, supercomputers, an old war plane, laughter, song n dance, moments of thrill and intense drama. Thrill? Well on Thursday when we had nothing to do, we decided to go and get “lost” in nearby prembazaar woods………and did just that. We got deviated from the track and lost our way. Meanwhile someone had the wisdom to point out that in all Hollywood horror films - the protagonists were stupid enough to do just that and someone else went one step further by asking the whole group to flee….after hearing distant reverberations of a loudspeaker….making them go into state of panic.DAMN THE DEVIL! Ummm… that was me. A conversation with Ms. ‘Timeless Classic’ on the metaphysical aspects of time, a good friend’s ‘thoughtful’ decision to self-destruct (STUPID CUPID!), me falling on an injured knee 5 times (yes, the same knee) and NUKKAD contributed to the dramatic elements of what I must say sounds like the script of a Hollywood blockblaster.
All in all it was a fine juxtaposition of moments of pure joy and ecstasy. Such is the hangover of sf….that people have threatned to socially boycott us till we return to our normal selves. You would too, its quite unnerving to see someone sing and dance in the middle of the day without ne reason at all. Well…there will always be memories of the moments gone by, and a glance ahead in the future towards sf 2006.
Okay, now this was my first blog…..if its good tell me so….if it isn’t……….”PLEASE! Tell me that it was good.”
A BIG HIIIIIIII! To:
Footloose..(U have no idea how glad I was to meet someone who has actually read the atlas shrugged and liked it)
Gramophone (as I said just Sing, sing a song)
‘Y am I still single’ (Thank you. You r a rockstar)
‘I told u so’ (I think I owe you money…cya later. Umm…. have we met before??? ;>) Timeless classic, Suicide (Stay alive for crying out loud!), Saurabh, head n shoulders, Manchild (get a life) and Metaphor,n Lucifer
Ending with word from a favourite u2 song :

I'm not afraid
Of anything in this world
There's nothing you can throw at me
That I haven't already heard
I'm just trying to find
A decent melody
A song that I can sing in my own company………

You've got to get yourself together
You've got stuck in a moment
And now you can't get out of it