Serendipity of Nonsense

   Yes! apart from my last post I have not been writing. Because I have been thinking. It is a very very nasty habit I picked up recently while working on the college magazine.        I being perversely introspective, do not use my grey matter to ponder over the Big Bang theory or the origins of The God Particle. Instead, I spend my time thinking about what would I do after two months. I have to leave this tinsel town. Leave all the friends I have here. I can crib about this tinsel town, but it has grown into me. Well the other day, over cups of countless expresso shots and cappucinos, my friend and fellow left-hander, whom I shall call Dilbert, told me one basic thing about men, "We are all commitment-phobes when you think it's actual LOVE." Well, he said that pretty casually and in turn his girl actually hit him with her new, new clutch. I pity that piece of stitched cloth and sequins.. "Unless the girl pushes us, we'd be perfectly happy ...

Has the kind of music you dive into, ever changed your world in any way? Have you ever ever thought harder or felt stronger after your favourite lines? Have you ever been left with cold feet, weak knees, a pounding heart or a dazed expression? Has the music ever entered your ears and then taken a short-cut directly into your soul without stopping to bother your head or heart? Or has it ever taken involuntary control of your body like a polite note? How would have life been if you had never heard of  "Kashmir", "Smoke on the water", "Pyar hamein kis mod pe", or "Wish you were here"? Can you remember the time when you did not really know the words "Fade to Black" or even "I am the highway"? How about those time when a song made you sit up and proclaim, "Hey! I know that feeling and that's exactly how it feels!"? Do you remember your first song dedication and the reaction it caused? Do you recall ever b...