Curiosity pumped into my veins when I saw that place for the first time. A pub named after Jimi Hendrix. Well the place surely looked inviting. However when we reached there, baggy dragged me to another pub right on top of JH. This other place was named after one of Jimi's favorite song, Purple Haze.
"Its upto you, which amongst these places do you, wanna check out? The one below plays only JH's songs where as the one I am taking you to, plays awesome rock songs" Screamed Baggy at the top of her voice. The music that was being played at Purple Haze was loud and I missed the rest of her words when the music drowned it. Knowing Baggy's taste in music, I didn't believe what she said, but the others around supported her and also the song Dream on that was being played on top contradicted my conviction.
PH would have looked dull and dim if it weren't for the the bright light from the flat screen. The place was well ignited for people who were looking forward to have a not-so-peaceful night. The music & the nectar acted like a transporter and took us to a different era. I swayed with the crowd as they played my favorite numbers. Survivor, PF, Scorpion, Aerosmith, G & R, Dream Theatre, Led Zep, The Eagles, Metallica etc., were few of the redundant bands whose songs were being played. I was lip syncing most of the songs. The staff provided us excellent service, something I would rate "exceeded- expectation" rating.
Soon the night came to an end and we continued our night driving around Bcity.
Purple haze, surely plays monotonous numbers, but one can never get bored of it. It reignited my passion for music. I would choose it over any other pub in the Bcity.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Life in a Metro
My craving for a fast moving life brought me to this city, the Bcity. By the time I comprehended the impact of my culture shock, I had become ‘one amongst them’. I enjoyed partying every alternate night. Meeting new people turned out to be a daily affair. The city life looked glamourous through my tinted glasses. It was a common thing come across weird stuff, which I had only read about or watched on TV.
Stuff like,
one of my acquainted friends who was pregnant with her BF’s child was not quite sure if her BF was the right choice for her
the girl next door was dating a guy who was 9 yrs older than her and was engaged
my friend’s best friend was dating a girl who spent most of her time hugging and kissing another guy who happened to be a good friend of that guy
coming across a guy who would do anything to sleep with any female that he meets
making friends with dopers and smokers
These were some common things. The worst part was to witness my friend trying her best to live up to the Bcity expectation. To me, most of these things seemed stupid. Though I enjoyed hanging out with my so called new friends, I still missed the peaceful outing that I used to have with my usual gang. Soon I had to relocate to the other part of the city for some work related training.
I still thank my stars for blessing me with that prolonged period, as that was when I realized the extent to which the new lifestyle had transformed me. I got enough time to consider what my friend Phoenix had been trying to explain to me.
Once the training period was done, I moved back to my former location. But I was a different person. Though I continued to enjoy the usual parties, I knew when to stop. I joined salsa & jive classes to keep myself occupied. But I quit it soon when I saw complication down the way.
This brings me back to my current life style. I recently moved to a peaceful place towards the outskirt of the Bcity which sort of cuts short my night life by 90%. The place is serene and peaceful. I surely miss my ex-fast moving life, but also am glad that I don't live it anymore.
Stuff like,
one of my acquainted friends who was pregnant with her BF’s child was not quite sure if her BF was the right choice for her
the girl next door was dating a guy who was 9 yrs older than her and was engaged
my friend’s best friend was dating a girl who spent most of her time hugging and kissing another guy who happened to be a good friend of that guy
coming across a guy who would do anything to sleep with any female that he meets
making friends with dopers and smokers
These were some common things. The worst part was to witness my friend trying her best to live up to the Bcity expectation. To me, most of these things seemed stupid. Though I enjoyed hanging out with my so called new friends, I still missed the peaceful outing that I used to have with my usual gang. Soon I had to relocate to the other part of the city for some work related training.
I still thank my stars for blessing me with that prolonged period, as that was when I realized the extent to which the new lifestyle had transformed me. I got enough time to consider what my friend Phoenix had been trying to explain to me.
Once the training period was done, I moved back to my former location. But I was a different person. Though I continued to enjoy the usual parties, I knew when to stop. I joined salsa & jive classes to keep myself occupied. But I quit it soon when I saw complication down the way.
This brings me back to my current life style. I recently moved to a peaceful place towards the outskirt of the Bcity which sort of cuts short my night life by 90%. The place is serene and peaceful. I surely miss my ex-fast moving life, but also am glad that I don't live it anymore.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Simba
“..nu…, wake up!! The vet is here. Simba is not keeping well”
I sprang awake when I heard these words. As I rushed out of my room, vivid images flashed before my eyes, one where Simba lying on the ground with his mouth wide open and others were following the same pattern.
Over the years I have had many dogs for a pet. Most of them were short lived. But Simba was the one who has been around for a while. In other words he grew up with us.
I still remember the day when my bro brought him home. I had returned home for my study vacation from my hostel. My bro was standing in front of our house holding 2 puppies, one in each hand.
I rushed towards him and took the darker of the 2 pups. That was him, Simba.
Simba, the lion king, was the perfect name, as per by brother’s opinion. The other bitch was named Sherly. Well there they were, Simba and Sherly the 2 perfect pups.
Sherly, apparently, was given off to my brother’s friend as we found it unmanageable to train her. She lived up to her breed, a typical Doberman, Ferocious and unpredictable. But Simba won over everyone’s heart with his charming nature and great personality. It was my job to keep him clean, which I did.
Soon Simba became a part of the family. Everyone loved him irrevocably. He always poured extra affection towards me. His howls made a sounded different “….nu….. nu…..” whenever I was around. Ambu always believed that his howls sounded like he was calling me.
We kept him tied the entire day and used to let him lose during nights. But whenever I was at home, I used to play with him in the evening. Fetching the ball has always been his favourite game. He just used to modify the game by not getting the ball back to me when I threw it off, but instead run around indicating me to follow and catch him. When I used to give up, he slowly walked towards me tempting me to catch him and then used to run off.
Simba always acted like the smart dog. Even when we brought home other dogs, Rocky, chintamani, Benzie and Julie, he never attacked them. Rather, he behaved more matured and showed them that he was the boss.
As of today, we have only Simba and Julie as our pet. Fate took the other dogs away. For the past 9 years, Simba has been more than just a pet to me. That morning when I saw Simba feeble and weak, I realized how important he was to me. I don’t think I’ll ever be ready to let go.
4 days back I wrote this blog, but due to circumstances I was unable to post it. Guess it needed a good bye note. I called home to hear the news. Simba is no more.
Bye bye Simbu …. You will stay in my heart for ever. You took away one of my reasons to be happy when you left, leaving a hollow space in my life. I ll miss you.
I sprang awake when I heard these words. As I rushed out of my room, vivid images flashed before my eyes, one where Simba lying on the ground with his mouth wide open and others were following the same pattern.
Over the years I have had many dogs for a pet. Most of them were short lived. But Simba was the one who has been around for a while. In other words he grew up with us.
I still remember the day when my bro brought him home. I had returned home for my study vacation from my hostel. My bro was standing in front of our house holding 2 puppies, one in each hand.
I rushed towards him and took the darker of the 2 pups. That was him, Simba.
Simba, the lion king, was the perfect name, as per by brother’s opinion. The other bitch was named Sherly. Well there they were, Simba and Sherly the 2 perfect pups.
Sherly, apparently, was given off to my brother’s friend as we found it unmanageable to train her. She lived up to her breed, a typical Doberman, Ferocious and unpredictable. But Simba won over everyone’s heart with his charming nature and great personality. It was my job to keep him clean, which I did.
Soon Simba became a part of the family. Everyone loved him irrevocably. He always poured extra affection towards me. His howls made a sounded different “….nu….. nu…..” whenever I was around. Ambu always believed that his howls sounded like he was calling me.
We kept him tied the entire day and used to let him lose during nights. But whenever I was at home, I used to play with him in the evening. Fetching the ball has always been his favourite game. He just used to modify the game by not getting the ball back to me when I threw it off, but instead run around indicating me to follow and catch him. When I used to give up, he slowly walked towards me tempting me to catch him and then used to run off.
Simba always acted like the smart dog. Even when we brought home other dogs, Rocky, chintamani, Benzie and Julie, he never attacked them. Rather, he behaved more matured and showed them that he was the boss.
As of today, we have only Simba and Julie as our pet. Fate took the other dogs away. For the past 9 years, Simba has been more than just a pet to me. That morning when I saw Simba feeble and weak, I realized how important he was to me. I don’t think I’ll ever be ready to let go.
4 days back I wrote this blog, but due to circumstances I was unable to post it. Guess it needed a good bye note. I called home to hear the news. Simba is no more.
Bye bye Simbu …. You will stay in my heart for ever. You took away one of my reasons to be happy when you left, leaving a hollow space in my life. I ll miss you.
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