I have this great apathy for ‘Rock’ music. I always identified the genre with really loud music, trance, hard rock. Without any offense to the die-hard followers of ‘Rock,’ the Deep Purples, AC/DCs of the world don’t do anything for me; or maybe, I am too ignorant or uncouth to enjoy that class of music.
For me, I was always more comfortable with the Boney Ms, Abba, Bryan Adams of the world. I love to listen to soft hindi numbers and the melodies of old time classics. No wonder, I wasn’t very enthusiastic when ‘Rock on’ was released.
I was terrified of sitting through two to three hours of a music genre, which I had no ears for. Also, the roller coaster ride of a bunch of people, whose passion and livelihood I did not identify with, didn’t seem too exciting a proposal.
Therefore, I was pleasantly surprised when, at last, I watched ‘Rock on’ this week. It was a very riveting movie and I could easily connect with a lot of the characters. The free spirited bonhomie that was very apparent between the friends was so likeable that I was instantly taken back to my own college days.
Though as a bunch of freaking youngsters, we did not have the talent these guys possessed, the 'enthusiasm' wasn’t lacking in us too. Right from dancing impromptu on stage, to killing time in absolute random activities, to chatting endlessly about things that made no sense, we too went all out to enjoy life to the limits.
Cheers to the free spirited nature of youth.
Cheers to the absolutely mad Delhi gang…the swagger, the craziness, the fun! Guys, we had a lovely time together and I raise a toast to those days left behind….
Since, I am getting all misty eyed and nostalgic, here are a few lines that I had written some years back:
I cherish those days when I was the kid of the class,
You all pampered me endlessly and made so much fuss.
The chocolates and the endearments I miss them so,
If I could get them back, I would want nothing more.
I miss those days when teachers spoke to the class,
The 'class' was restricted to the front rows alas,
Our story-telling sessions and endless chatters at the back,
I miss them so and I want them back.
The groups that we made and the groups that were formed,
The internal conflicts and clashes that broke and made new bonds,
I remember the way we pulled each others’ legs,
To get them back, I could sacrifice whatever it takes.
Do you guys remember our camp at F64-
When messengers were sent to call us but for the classes we did not go,
How we looked forward to the punishments and the suspensions,
Days that offered us endless fun and activities that remain unmentioned.
I miss those days, I miss them so..
If only I could get them back, I would want nothing more.
The late night movies and the midnight hide and seek that we played
When night watchmen mistook us for thieves that went unchained--
When chilli chicken and red meat were so much of a treat-
And a big bowl of ice cream drowned all pangs of defeat
If only I could get those days back, I would jump with joy-
For there remained hidden the few favorite things of my life.