You used to be cool dude!

There was a time (in Delhi) when if you wanted to listen to good Rock, Great Indian Rock was the mecca for all the head-bangers.

Back then, live music was not that popular in pubs (It was either heavily taxed or banned - no clue). And apart from college fest's (IIT's Rendezvous in particular), there was a serious dearth of Rock gigs in the Delhi Circuit. GIR came as a respite for all the rock lovers.
Solid, good rock for 2 days - What else could a guy ask for.

Things changed. Gigs were taking place every now and then. The Mezz, Turquoise Cottage, Cafe Morrison, Haze, Cafe Thai - Go to any of these places and you'll be served with fresh live music along with the usual affair. So, going by the market dynamics (hi-fi jargon) your target audience had to be more specific.

And finally, I'm proud to say - We have arrived.
GIR, rather than offering you a variety of genres, presents to you good (sic!), clean, distortion-friendly heavy death metal!

Well, that's good as well as bad.
Good for those who know what they want and what they are going to GIR for.
And bad for those who are either old timers like us and newbies who want to get a taste of rock (all that howling and mosh associated with death metal can actually be a turn off)

So the need of the hour is 2 GIR's :D
- one for the college kids (ya they look like kids now)
- one for the oldies like us (sad to say this, but We are a bunch of oldies now)

RSJ, are you listening?
God, are you listening?

When the days are not long enough.

You need time; Time doesn't need you; Money is still trying to buy time; And someone just killed time. With every second that ticks away in glory, I wish I would have had more.

Life was getting cooler.
I was looking forward for a great year ahead. And then suddenly someone played an ass and put up my name in the list.

Damn! The complicated just got even more complicated.
The level of confusion has increased.
My ability to predict future just got a shot in the ass.

Soon there'll be day. The sun will shine through.
The harmless would get less harmful (mostly)

Went to my first ever book reading on saturday!!
It was totally awwwesome (used this same stupid spelling in my last post, but what the heck).

The venue - Crossword, Gurgaon (a cherished influx of culture in this materialistic shit of a city)

The book - The inheritance of loss. A great read...sad and funny at the same time...but not Booker material :D (not even close to god of small things, or midnight's children......ahh, wish for once I could've heard Salman Rushdie reading from one of his own works....)

The reader - One Mrs. Neelima Ray from the american council, also a lecturer at LSR.....blown away by the depth of her comprehension. Damn...I can't stop cursing my four years of engineering for shaping up this absolutely-no-lateral, only linear thinking mind :(

Note to self - Get your bum to every possible book reading-concert-theatre event hapenning around, and redeem your culturalself!