Reach Out

What is it about the night? 

That makes us long so 

For things the day did not give us 

For hopes dashed, promises unfulfilled

What is it about the moon’s last shadow?

As it falls upon the eye for the last time

That makes us long            

For things that lie beyond our grasp


As I lie in my bed

The stars blinking above

I reach out one last time

My fingers running swiftly from key to key

Forming the words before I can even think of them

Till there it lies before me

A message, a plea, a bid for redemption


In that moment a hundred thoughts fly through my head

Shall I send forth my creation?

Will it warrant reciprocated emotion?

Or will it bring only more pain?

And as I think I drift into slumber

Awaiting a response

That shall never come

What A 1st! Part II

So where was I? Oh yeah!So after I finished my lunch meeting I had an hour or so to kill before heading off to Garden of Five Senses so I decided to head home. It was about then that my friend Noor called and said that my other friend Shriya, who was also supposed to be coming, was burnt out from a long day so she was out of the plan. Seeing as it wasn’t really her bag to begin with, Noor bailed too. So I found myself with two extra passes and 800 rupees outta pocket. I ofcourse attempted to sell those two passes to some friends who I met there, but since they came with Gaurav (who had performed the day before) they got in for free. So I was 6 free beers up and 800 rupees down. But, I’m happy to say, that was the only disappointing thing about the night.

The most suprsing part I’d say was running into some old friends, people I hadn’t seen in ages (including a friend from school who used to carpool with me to Tae-Kwon-Do classes). It was fun futzing around with a bunch of college friends, the members of Lazy River (my juniors from St. Stephen’s), Adhir and Shiv (former Silhouette team members and members of Five8) and of course the usual suspects that show up at gig in Delhi. And though I found no dearth of company there, I still couldn’t help but miss my mates (idiots that they were to ditch me, humph!) and ofcourse it was torture being there on my anniversary without Pattie. Just wasn’t the same shouting “We love you Adhir!” and “Look at me Chayan!” without her : (

The evening was truly exceptional. Each successive band managed to draw the audiences out of their seats more and more (though I’m sure the increasing consumption of Kingfisher every hour also contributed) and as the sun set the stage truly came alive with lights and energy. And the highlight for quite a few  I’m sure was during TAAQ’s set when Kingfiser declared open bar. After about a minute of applause and slow “just for show” hesitance there was a stampede people rushing to the two Kingfisher stands and walking away with 2-3 pints each. What a sight I swear! We Indians love free stuff, and if its alchohol? Forget about it!

The line up was pretty damn good too- Blank Noise – Lazy River – Five8 – Advaita – Thermal And A Quarter.
The first of these I had never heard before and even though my friends didn’t think too much of them, I thought they were some pretty talented kids. The vocalist sang in both Hindi and English, which alone is difficult, and some of the guitar solos were pretty sweet. They need some work I’d say before they’re really tight, but all-in-all enjoyable.

Lazy River played some nice tracks, but their particular style is not really much my style. They got a pretty decent reception from the crowd though and the lighting looked pretty awesome by that point because it had finally gotten dark enough.
Five8 really kicked butt though. Their music was high-energy and me and the other Five8 groupies section were hooting and applauding throughout. Best part was they played their two signature songs – Away and Wake Me Up When It’s Tomorrow (not an attempt to categorise them of course, just my favourite two tracks) which they couldn’t lay down during their gig at Turquoise Cottage in the Great Indian Rock pre-show.
The girls went crazy when Advaita came on. There were three exceptionally drunk girls (and one guy) who were screaming Chayan’s name throughout their set. They didn’t play Durga, which I was bummed about, but all-in-all they did such an amazing job.
Last, but definitely not least, Thermal And A Quarter was the bomb. They sounded just as sweet as I remember them when I came for my very first concert at India Habitat Centre. They sounded tight and everyone was just swaying and singing along. A beautiful finish to a beautiful night.

What A 1st!

Yesterday was one hell of a day. The Great Delhi Run, an awesome concert, meeting long-lost friends and acquaintances. Let me paint you a picture…

31st night was a long one. After a long day of trying, but failing, to study and a nerve-wracking but finally fun Phase II meeting, I went over to Pattie’s to say goodbye as she finished packing for her 4 day trip to Switzerland. As plagued as I was by the thought that she wasn’t going to be here for our 1 year Anniversary, I’m damn proud of her for getting herself chosen for such a great opportunity. By the time I actually got home, I was exhausted. Attempted to sleep that night but even that was a luxury I wasn’t much afforded, which was perfect ofcourse because its not like I had to run 7.5 kms the next day or anything. Oh Wait, I DID!

7:30 on the dot I sprang from my bed, jumped in the shower and put on my dad’s running shoes that I borrowed (and am yet to return ; p) and sped my way towards Ashoka Hotel. Much easier said than done. After I crossed Zakhir Hussain Marg, every road was blocked or cordoned off because of the marathon and the cops ofcourse were no help at all. Every turn I was told to take the next one, only to find it cordoned off too. I finally just gave up, parked my car next Parliament and took the shuttle service to Ashoka.
The run itself was quite a bit of fun. There were hordes of eager (and very loud) Delh-ites vehemently cheering for their respective companies and NGO’s. There were elaborate costumes, gigantic banners, whistles, flags and even bright Pink wigs (Mary Kay). The novelty of it was fun at first, and I understand that they were all there just trying to promote their work or brand, but it got really annoyng after a while because they would just hold up the road and refuse to move at a decent pace. After the first 600 metres or so the road opened enough to beak into a comfortable jog. While the others from The YP Foundation decided they wanted to walk the 7.5 kms, me and Navroz decided we wanted to see how fast we could finish. Thus we decided to break away and hustle on. About 15 minutes later I realised something which I may have underestimated, I am really not in good shape! My lung capacity was shot to shit. Still, I’m proud of the fact that I still ran most of it, was upright and even chipper by the finish and managed to do it in 49 minutes. Not bad for someone who hasn’t worked out in like 8 months.

The post-marathon was by no means an ordeal any easier. Having parked my car near Central Secretariat me and Navroz went to take the Shuttle service back. It wasn’t till we were on the bus that we were informed by a fellow passenger that the bus was going to The Hyatt, the other way essentially. So when we got till R.K.Puram I decided to get off and just take an auto home, coming back for my car after I got home and changed. Thus Navroz and I spent the next 10 minutes trying to get an auto to take us all the way to Jamia, and ofcourse none of the idiots who actually stopped (and they were amongst the minority) wanted to go that far. And we couldn’t get dropped off somewhere half way because we had both, in our incredible genius, decided to leave our wallets in our bags (which were then with a friend who was going to drop them off at my place). It essentially got to the point that I was screaming obsenities on the road and walking backwards sticking my thumb out like in the movies (point to not: that doesn’t work here). But glory be, after many failures we finally got an auto to stop and when we asked him “Bhaiya Jamia?” his response almost made me jump for joy “Kaha? Tikona Park tak?” So there we were, laughing at our situation, but finally headed back home. The rest was rather uneventful (other than my friend’s two Choreo students showing up in an A4 to drop off my bag). I changed, dragged my driver out to drop me to my car, jumped in and gunned it back to office to make in 10 minutes early for my lunch meeting.

Sigh. You’d think at this point someone would go, “Man. What a day!” and put his feet up, not me it seems. Part II of the day is still to come. To be continued…