Do you remember the day at Safdarjung Development Area? The day we got drunk, we walked on for ages, the day we were head banging to Joint Family and we were racing on the streets? Do you remember our first joint together? Do you remember the times at the ruined fort, the times we dissed each other? And the time you called me from your hostel before you called your own parents, you called and got sentimental because you didn’t like the place?
Do you remember our last conversation; we talked about Tool and the psychedelic side of life. We planned to go for the Indian Ocean gig and then for the Urban Soundscape gig the very weekened. We planned to do acid together, but you were long gone by then.
Now I hate my hostel people, but where are you?
I hope your tripping up there bro. I hope you are chilling with the music legends and tripping on the other side of life and discovering newer things. But I do hope we get to meet again soon and I can tell you about everything. And thanks for being there in the Forest with us. Don’t ask me, but Saksham, Ishar, Kanishka all of us felt you there. No wonder it is a spiritual journey. Thanks for being there when we needed you.
