Back in the year1997, I remember the time when i was a kid and my sister used to collect stickers of spice girls and backstreet boys. Those days Mtv was fully loaded with the hits of such bands. And listening as well as singing them out loud made you hep. My sister was hep, hep like crazy.
My father was also not less hep. Just that his taste was a bit old school. But as far as listening and singing out loud is concerned, hep he was, rather is. It sort of ran in the family.
The year 1998 was when we came back to India. And much like Canada, backstreet boys had cast their magic spell here too. My sis had all the stickers up on her almirah and door.
But boy did i have only one crazy sister into music!. How can i forget Misty mishu and even gudu bhai delfi didi. Admist them all i also had to catch the flu.
Today, Music opens doors to a whole new world for me. I close my eyes and just let the rhythm tune me up. Whatever happens around me no longer effects me. Its as if i enter another dimension.
At times i feel it reflects my escapism. Maybe it does. Maybe it no longer is a hobby, rather it is a getaway, a saviour, a lifeline.
