How many lies does a liar make? Zzani na..but a single truth can save you.
Everyone's excited about catching Mark Knopfler live...I'm sure it was beautiful. Strange, though: I've kinda shut myself up, deliberately. I refuse to feel crappy about not being able to play, so there! In the meantime, there's a chance to realign songs and melodies and meanings. And read up.
Talking to Sarika, I thought about Chacha's fantastic record store on Free School Street, probably because she was so earnest in talking about music. It remains an ironic image of almost physical purity, in a period when I was probably the most tripped out (because I was just starting). Not surprisingly, the best memories are of winter afternoons in Kolkata. Probably because we like to imagine the nip in the air. LJS and me — for it was always me and him when I was 17, me the eager student, he a little mocking, but always patient, teacher — we'd put on our best winterwear and hit the road.
Any given day, when Kolkata would sink into a comforting siesta, LJS and me would take the Jodhpur Park-BBD bag mini and head for The Zone: Park Street and the adjoining maze of lanes and bylanes. Only true Xaverians know the short-cuts in that zone, just like we'd know the stretch from Bowbazaar to Hedua and beyond. He was a true-blue Xaverian.
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