This is no goodbye... Nisha

I need music when I write. It helps me shut out all external noise, giving my thought process an unobstructed stretch of concentration. So I was listening to a song that was oft-repeated on the IIM-B corridors all through my summers. All of a sudden, I was transported back to Bannerghatta, the lush greenery, my co-interns, our post dinner strolls.. such is the effect of music- it stirs a queer sense of nostalgia.

There are periods in one’s life when there is an obsession with a particular piece of music, toggling the same on iTunes or WinAmp. Playing it over and over until your blood moves in rhythm and the words stamp deep into your consciousness, to emerge suddenly, to sprout life at the least propitious moments. Would our dancers forget ‘Rang De Basanti’? Imagine rushing past a busy street to be home before your kids are back and you hear ‘Masti ki Paatshala’……..

What, da? Its ok.. Ganesh anna, do double chai… Phrases, conversations which would be forgotten in new environments and refined by the demands of corporate etiquette. ‘Poor infra’, ‘lab sux’, ‘attendance’, TNG’ though negatively connoted are etched in our minds. Bits of gossip, people ‘seeing’ each other, (un)official announcements, campus blah and the more recent ‘wedding surprises’.

I hope Mad Mag has covered every bit of it- the highs and lows of the last year. You could always mail in your thoughts to nisha.vikram@gmail.com. Unlike the songs, the phrases and the conversations which sprout suddenly; Madmag is stamped deep into my consciousness. I want to keep this song alive.