I needed to unwind after a long long day. Thank you, CBSE you're like the angel I never needed in my life.
So what do I do? I turn AC/DC on to full volume.
(Spl. mention- Thousif, years ago you used to write posts dedicated to the beautiful relationship between heavy metal and head banging, Now thanks to you- I have a gigantic bump on my tiny forehead and an orgasmic playlist).
Now, as the intro began (Hello, eargasms), and Brian Johnson blared out How the world started shaking, the earth was quaking, his mind was aching and they were making it and she shook him all night long-
I hit pause.
Why? Because this happened-
I saw a small post-it note in the desktop writing pad that was lying on my study table. I took a look at it, and it went something like this- "Rmembr to chk nw songs of Euphoria- R". It was signed some May. Now I don't know what May it was, but it sure wasn't a proud one. Who writes like that in all their sanity? That is just the death of abbreviations.
I shrugged and decided to track down this song that I was so keen to listen to that I literally posted a note to myself. Meanwhile, just for the heck of it I combed through some youtube vids of Euphoria's past annnddd....
fell in love all over again.
Have I ever mentioned how insanely I had it in in for this band? Euphoria, Lucky Ali, Silk Route, Lou Bega, Chuck Berry (Oh don't even get me started on Berry) these were the guys who pretty much ruled my childhood. Ofcourse, along with some highly substandard Bollywood tracks.
(Aw c'mon you think I always had a dashing taste in music?)
And then the playlist stumbled onto Maaeri, Kabhi Aana Tu Meri Gali, Mehfuz, Kuch Nahi, Kaise Bhulegi Mera Naam. And what can I say? it feels good to reminisce.
So back then in the late 90's- early millennium, I had an enormous crush on Palash Sen, the lead singer of Euphoria. He's cute.. or was, I guess. He was the rockstar that I crushed on when I was a kid.
And my God that was the mother of all rockstar crushes.
Infact I think he's the reason why I ended up crushing on mostly Bengali guys in the recent part of my life. Ah, bengali guys- the second nightmare of a South Indian family (The first one position goes to the Punjabi folks).. Yes yes I know this post is a national integration disgrace...
So anyway, I hit a Google search on his name and get escorted to Wikipedia. Skim through the page, and I read that he's done this.. that..... was...this... that... Aw he's married.. .. has kids... they're named... Wait. Wait- Wait wait a second. I've seen this kid's name somewhere before. K.. I...
I realized I'd seen the name before And it bugged me so much .. I just cannot figure out where..But that's weird.. it is a unique name but no way would I be aware of this kid because he must be 10 or something. And suddenly it strikes me.I go to Facebook, write the first three letters of Sen's kid's name and there it is staring at me with a couple of mutual friends.
What the hell? What is a ten year old doing on facebook? More importantly why does he have 17 year olds in his friend list?
Then it strikes me... the unimaginable.. had Palash Sen...aged?!
HUH!
Yes, it was as appallingly dumb moment.
I shut Facebook, revert to Wikipedia... with the world shaking, earth quaking and my mind aching (refer to intro.) with one question in my head- wasn't my rockstar cute and more importantly, young?
Oh!
Imagine my heartbreak on knowing that he's my mother's age.
Thank you Wikipedia... you gave me my "Santa- Claus- doesn't- exist moment".
So apparently that kid wasn't such a 10 year old kid- as it turns out he's my age.
Palash Sen is old. This is so sad.
Not only has he aged he has a kid my age. Sad, twisted shit, bro.
Speaking of rockstars, sadly no! Hendrix and Lee Roth did not exist in my vocab back then.
_______________________
After typing this post I sat down for dinner with my folks and told my dad while sulking simultaneously how my favorite rockstar had kids and how they'd get the genetic talent package. My dad clears his throat and says ,"You know... ahem... in my college days I used to be a prize winning scriptwriter and table tennis player .. . Did I ever tell you?"
I laugh and reply "Yes dad you have. But don't let that stop you from mentioning it for the millionth time."
Haha! That was a cool moment =)
This post was so pointless.
Much love. :)
So what do I do? I turn AC/DC on to full volume.
(Spl. mention- Thousif, years ago you used to write posts dedicated to the beautiful relationship between heavy metal and head banging, Now thanks to you- I have a gigantic bump on my tiny forehead and an orgasmic playlist).
Now, as the intro began (Hello, eargasms), and Brian Johnson blared out How the world started shaking, the earth was quaking, his mind was aching and they were making it and she shook him all night long-
Why? Because this happened-
I saw a small post-it note in the desktop writing pad that was lying on my study table. I took a look at it, and it went something like this- "Rmembr to chk nw songs of Euphoria- R". It was signed some May. Now I don't know what May it was, but it sure wasn't a proud one. Who writes like that in all their sanity? That is just the death of abbreviations.
I shrugged and decided to track down this song that I was so keen to listen to that I literally posted a note to myself. Meanwhile, just for the heck of it I combed through some youtube vids of Euphoria's past annnddd....
fell in love all over again.
Have I ever mentioned how insanely I had it in in for this band? Euphoria, Lucky Ali, Silk Route, Lou Bega, Chuck Berry (Oh don't even get me started on Berry) these were the guys who pretty much ruled my childhood. Ofcourse, along with some highly substandard Bollywood tracks.
(Aw c'mon you think I always had a dashing taste in music?)
And then the playlist stumbled onto Maaeri, Kabhi Aana Tu Meri Gali, Mehfuz, Kuch Nahi, Kaise Bhulegi Mera Naam. And what can I say? it feels good to reminisce.
So back then in the late 90's- early millennium, I had an enormous crush on Palash Sen, the lead singer of Euphoria. He's cute.. or was, I guess. He was the rockstar that I crushed on when I was a kid.
And my God that was the mother of all rockstar crushes.
Infact I think he's the reason why I ended up crushing on mostly Bengali guys in the recent part of my life. Ah, bengali guys- the second nightmare of a South Indian family (The first one position goes to the Punjabi folks).. Yes yes I know this post is a national integration disgrace...
So anyway, I hit a Google search on his name and get escorted to Wikipedia. Skim through the page, and I read that he's done this.. that..... was...this... that... Aw he's married.. .. has kids... they're named... Wait. Wait- Wait wait a second. I've seen this kid's name somewhere before. K.. I...
I realized I'd seen the name before And it bugged me so much .. I just cannot figure out where..But that's weird.. it is a unique name but no way would I be aware of this kid because he must be 10 or something. And suddenly it strikes me.I go to Facebook, write the first three letters of Sen's kid's name and there it is staring at me with a couple of mutual friends.
What the hell? What is a ten year old doing on facebook? More importantly why does he have 17 year olds in his friend list?
Then it strikes me... the unimaginable.. had Palash Sen...aged?!
HUH!
Yes, it was as appallingly dumb moment.
I shut Facebook, revert to Wikipedia... with the world shaking, earth quaking and my mind aching (refer to intro.) with one question in my head- wasn't my rockstar cute and more importantly, young?
Oh!
Imagine my heartbreak on knowing that he's my mother's age.
Thank you Wikipedia... you gave me my "Santa- Claus- doesn't- exist moment".
So apparently that kid wasn't such a 10 year old kid- as it turns out he's my age.
Palash Sen is old. This is so sad.
Not only has he aged he has a kid my age. Sad, twisted shit, bro.
Speaking of rockstars, sadly no! Hendrix and Lee Roth did not exist in my vocab back then.
_______________________
After typing this post I sat down for dinner with my folks and told my dad while sulking simultaneously how my favorite rockstar had kids and how they'd get the genetic talent package. My dad clears his throat and says ,"You know... ahem... in my college days I used to be a prize winning scriptwriter and table tennis player .. . Did I ever tell you?"
I laugh and reply "Yes dad you have. But don't let that stop you from mentioning it for the millionth time."
Haha! That was a cool moment =)
This post was so pointless.
Much love. :)
Haha Kinshuk! He's a year younger to us! I have this thing of posting on his wall whenever I "fall in love with Euphoria again". Nice kid.
ReplyDelete"bengali guys- the second nightmare of a South Indian family (The first one position goes to the Punjabi folks).."
ReplyDeleteSo freaking true :P
Palash Sen is soo drool-worthy. I remember my love with the song Maeri. :) And guess what, I've been to like 3 live concerts of Euphoria..and have to say its among the best.
ReplyDeleteI ain't read this post, would see it some other time. Tell me, who draws these pictures?
ReplyDeleteIf its you, omg, that's awesome. Start a graphic blog cucumber!
@Ruhani- Ah I wasnt planning on mentioning his name lest he felt used in some way.. But hey I would've plastered his wall everyday with love letters to Palash Sen. So thank goodness for both of him and me that I don't know him ;)
ReplyDelete@Baba- Haina? I should prolly borrow the "baba" part from your name for a while. Methinks it befits me \m/
@SamB- Ahhhh If I'd known you better, I would've gone "You lucky dog". But I'm not going to say that.
ReplyDeleteAhem.
;)
@Nikhil- I draw these pictures! ME! ME! ME! =D
I shall. You suggested it with so much tenchie induced love that I shall consider it.
See ya! =)