leave or not to leave....

The disdain environment of my study room in which I was forcefully sitting behind a big text book with the most dorky name the publishers ever came up with  ABC of chemistry was getting over me. This ABC was rather a series of textbooks...even after my mammas strict instructions of no music with studies I sneaked a radio in my room and put on a radio channel....the Radio Mirchi only channel at that time active in Indore unlike today....i never prefer radio fr music because it doesn't give u what u want and when u want...i on the other hand require a song when I want it....if theirs not the situation fr the song I want to hear, I create the situation..

It was around 1 in the morning,I reaching nowhere with the chemistry lessons dozed off thinking about car races and me bungee jumping over the Grand Canyon when the big branched carbon chain from which I was hung snapped...i was falling down in the canyon with no guards yelling like hell and then like I time travelled from the dream to another dream but this sure wasn't reality because my eyes were still closed. I had the consciousness to realize that the dream has changed somehow..it was better now...instead of a carbon chain now I was hanging with the chain of words – indecipherable, interlinked to each other....the words so strong, yet so soft in touch tied around my leg and spreading all over my body like a fast growing creeper making a safe cradle all around me....i still above the Grand Canyon , in my free fall and when I looked down instead the river bed  below I saw Tabs, Thaaps and beats...The current of them more violent than the river....the rapids more dangerous than the tornadoes, the current all going mad with emotion and conviction put into it....i knew that if I fall on this bed of tabs and thaaps...i will bounce back to the creeper of words in which I was still hanging...and this clambering plant will be here to catch me again.....i still in my free fall and now the distance between me and the bed below decreasing...i came closer to the base looked last time at the words net I was entangled with and then i hit the base below- the communion of tabs, thaaps, beats and the words, I a mute and dumbfounded spectator of this communion..it was like the communion of snakes- the word and the tabs twisting and writhing over each others glistened body in procees of makingh life.....i was drowning in the river of life and then it ended as abruptly as it came....i woke up, not with start but with the sleazyness of a panda...radio was still on and a jockey with his husky voice was instructing all to snuggle up in their cozy beds while he played some more songs...

And then it came to me I  knew what just happened.. it was something that was played on the radio...the words ,the sounds ,the euphoria, the exaltation all lost because I couldn't remember a word of what the radio just played. No way to repeat the emotion ,and that is why the song with no name became more important to me....

Today completing my umpteenth date with the song, I came to know few more facts about it...the song was in the language more than seventeen hundred years old..and also that this was the same language used by Jesus...The song is .'KANDISA' by Indian Ocean.

And the source for these facts was “Leaving Home” a documentary on the Indian band...since its release I was trying to get my hands on it...and yesterday I got it from one of my firnd(not even got the pleasure of downloading it myself Shucks!!) For music m not a pundit and I lack the qualities to understand the intricacies and intimacies of music unlike good food (heh).

The picture I am putting down is one of my favourite advertisement campaigns “Leave Home” and the first time I saw it in a magazine I was reminded of this band, Indian Ocean, Now they came up with the same name for the documentary on Indian Ocean it may be because They have a song recorded by that name, and it may not have anything to do with this campaign...and also if u guys havent understood what this was all about then lemme tell u straight....This was a review of the documentary Indian Ocean and if u still are sitting idle doing nothing good but reading this then Go GO GO  run like hell , get the movie and WATCH IT............meantime m Leaving Home(don’t follow me until you have watched the movie)....

Now some Pics of the band:

Asheem Recently deceased front man of the band.....