Heavy Fuel

Just back from a 3-never ending-torturing-making me rip my hair out-hours (another)cheesy Hindi movie. For those who want to get into the name of the movie, it was Anjaana Anjaani. It could very easily have been I Hate(or as my friend Sushant puts it: Loathe) Love Stories. But common, we don't really want to get onto that road.

This blog is not about that movie. Its something about something much more beautiful. Much more majestic. Surreal. Magical. Out of this world. Ok, I'll stop here, since I guess I am just typing in synonyms.

I am talking about the world of Rolling Stones, the world of Led Zeppelins, of the Whos...

Not many of us were alive when these bands defined a generation. They were the Gods, and rightly so. For the not so lucky ones like us, we can only listen to their tracks and imagine how it would have been to be present there!

We can only marvel.

This is I guess my fuel, which keeps me going even after the aforementioned torture.

Signing off (and listening away to Achilles' Last Stand).