Settled comfortably in V’s cushy pillow, I stare with the slightest of smiles as he playfully strums that famous guitar intro from Romeo and Juliet. After Shakespeare and Mark Knopfler, I speculate on the magnitude of the disgrace it is that someone with the song-writing abilities of Taylor Swift gets to put her ignominious pen to this blessed title. Disregarding such eventualities of terrible anomalies, I applaud fulsomely when he’s done, and he brushes it off with a blushing wave and moves on to play it on his iTunes. A minute into the song, I, as always discussed with an Arbit Prat, mentioned how my idea of a perfect proposal was “You and me, babe- how about it?”. V notices the longing of immaculate romances in my eyes, and quickly catches the geek in me off guard with a quip on his acquisition of a book called “The origins of words with their romantic stories”. I laugh at his smart diversion, and quickly delve into the yarns of how I learnt the word decoy when playing a computer game called Commandos... I wonder what brought us together- laughter, pain or just a mutual friend, but our chats remain outlined with the common desire for that which we cannot have, an uncontrollable fancy for things that aren’t, weren’t meant to be. Knopfler brings his voice down to almost a whisper, in those lines that kill me each and every time; we talk about how songs we like are very different, on the contrasting planes of acoustic likeability, and emotional connections. He plays Julia Dream from a Pink Floyd album I hadn’t heard of before as we dissected Wish You Were Here, making the conversation itself the perfect example of what we were talking about.
Over three hours later, after negotiating the minefields of dogs in front of the E&C department crossroad and Ravindra Bhawan, I return to the conversation, and despite my best efforts to control the habit, I revisit the events of the night gone past, and start my playlist with Lady Writer once again, knowing only too well it’ll end with The Hardest Part.
P.S. - If the Arbit Prat and the Delanged One are reading, I couldn’t help myself when typing this post, and listened to Piper To The End more times than good for me.
P.P.S. - The title is from the chorus of this song I’ve been listening a lot to lately: She’s Got A Reason, by The Coral. Yeah, of that Scrubs song Dreaming Of You fame.
(Originally posted on 21st August, 2010 at 6:11 a.m.)
7 comments:
'But if you never try, you'll never know just what you're worth'. Don't know why but I was reminded of this line from Fix you by Coldplay. By the way, do ping me if you're interested in singing Romeo and Juliet (or Stairway to Heaven).
How long since I commented on your blog?
While we are on music, listen to Layla (Clapton, of course. You have definitely heard it before, but that never stops us from listening to it once more, does it?) Also, 'The Dangling Conversation' may just pip 'The Boxer' as my favourite S&G song
@ Kaawadman
Like Dela always said, Coldplay is the best band for the romantically frustrated. And Stairway to Heaven gavayega? Pagal hai kya? Losing My Religion seekh aur fir bula. :)
@ Rapuster
Not too long, I guess. July 14, Gmail faithfully informs. What about '50 ways to leave your lover'? Tejo had it on infinite loop this morning after I told him about it. :)
I generally hate esoteric posts which only a select few can fathom.
But this one was too well-written.
If you haven't already, check out the link I posted on Rapu's post- Symphony. The Mithun da one.
"Julie julie..."
@ Leftoo
Ah, forget it. There's much better stuff to talk about.
And I saw both the links. In order. Although Prabhuji didn't have to do much in there, did he?
The confirmation came Sunday from publicist Jasmine Vega, who worked with Teena Marie on her last album. Her manager, Mike Gardner, also confirmed her death to CNN.
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