The Supersonics

Sometimes its a happy thing when your camera doesnt act the way you want it to,.. or what are watercolour and brushes for! This is an impression of The Supersonics gig I went for last week, held at (no prizes for guessing) Hard Rock Cafe, Pune. It was an energetic show, full of colour and youth, and the promise of a kickass band reunion (they were hibernating for close to 3 years). And what a comeback it has been 🙂

Left to right – Rohan (guitar, backing vocals), Avinash (drums), Ananda (vocals, guitar) and Nitin (bass, not in the composition but present in spirit)


On a Parting Note..

Like everything and everyone who’s meant the world to me, I shall have to let go off you. I need to do this now, right now, because I know we have to part… and I’d rather choose the moment than be surprised at some misopportune moment when I least expect it to happen. Maybe I ought to wait, but I find no reason to wait for a vast stretch of emptiness with the promises of nothing to come. Promises no stronger than the whiff of moist air from distant mystical lands. When we meet next, I may have moved ahead in life, though right now it seems like an impossible feat. In either case, I have run into myself far too many times. No more dead ends wrapped in cloudy grey morns. It is time I let go…

Departures and Arrivals

Of loving, not loving
Of a million last goodbyes,
Final departures from station platforms
And surprise arrival plans..

Repeat telecasts that play,
Hijacking our thoughts
Projected on the silver screen
Of our gullible minds.

Tempting us. Boring us.
We’re puppets of our own design.

Everyday is just the same
As different as another,
A long rehearsal for tomorrow..
A grand finale maybe, or no.

Dust laden window panes
Washing away in the evening rain,
Eyes grown heavy over time
To steal a wink and up again.

Hello! Good Morning (I say),
Wonder if we’re there yet..