Kkkkahani Mumbai Kkkkaaaaaa (enuf K's to make my blog famous)

Lights Camera Action...... 24th Nov 07, 1:30 am I reached VT station with with ...er with a blue side bag and my hoversack but with no dreams in my eyes. I knew life would be very hard out here. They have sold their Bollywood labeled dreams to all but I never bought them coz I was very suspicious bout them. Now that I was in Mumbai I was thinking that somehow I needed to restrain myself a lot from getting lured to their dreams. I am not going to dream the Bollywood way.

10:30 am.... As usual late for the first day. Boy these people are cut throat professionals they wont allow such er...such...whats that called..yeah.......sloppy attitude. Who cares I'm a Rockstar and Rockstars are not supposed to reach office on time. They are supposed to show their middle fingure to their boss and ....err.. sorry I forgot one thing, I need to work to earn money!!! So I need to compromise a lil on this Rockstar attitude. Thats what happens to third world Rockstars. Fuck they need to go to Office!!!!!

Plush apartment, Cool office(it was pretty cold inside), good pay (far better than what I got in Kolkata doing music), good looking chics........hmmmm I thought to myself not a bad way to start a new life. Far from meagerly paid concerts, playing for an audience which likes either Atif Aslam or Rupam Islam ( Fossils's Lead Vocalist), lousy radio station managers (who wont play my album coz they claim to be a family station), and sponsors who would sponsor my album if I cancel my plan to make a Heavy Metal album. Things looked great in Mumbai to lead a non-musical life and attain professional nirvana.

Scripting storyboard... huh no big deal maaaannnn (I learnt this style from a few of my In-glish friends in Kolkata). Maybe not!.... thats what I figured out in a couple of training sessions. More than anything else it was very boring and hectic for the first few days. Gradually things fall in piece.... sorry, place and everybody adjusts to it...I mean work. I started to adjust,... moved sideways shoved back n forth and that thing went inside and was rusting sorry resting in peace, again I meant work (Uffff U guys ....don't u think of nething else).

Work hard Party harder thats the motto. This was something hard for me to digest. Previously I used to do a day job(work hard part) and then used to perform in the club (the rest used to party harder)....but it was as usual work for me. I never wanted to get to the other side....I was pretty happy being onstage. But I had to learn.... and I learnt soon.

Hotel Renessiance........ Disc-o-theque revolving balls (I meant eyeballs), laser lights, Bollywooooddddd music, DJ fuck, and swirling skirts, swinging bums, shaking #*#*$ and team leaders and Project managers and ...and .....and.....I learnt to dance (this was the second time after the Bhashan dance that we all are used to during the pratima immersion ceremony in Kolkata). Mannnnnnn I am learning quick, the rope trick of corporate lifestyle....khooooolllll (Cool).

What happened to me after that did I learn more? Tune in to this place same time same day for another session on ....whats the name of this post....have'nt named it yet...ok..It's called Kkkkahani Mumbai Kkkkaaaaaa (enuf K's to make my blog famous).

The Power Chords

It was 3:25 pm and I was getting restless. Umzz called me when he and Chiroda (his brother) left Pune, and promised to call me once they reach Panvel. I simply could not sit and work anymore. Frankly it was not another day when I would make a perpetual boring face and stare at the computer (that's my official stance).So I picked up ma bag, shut the computer and left Leela Business Park. Once outside I gave Umzz a missed call, and he called up and said their car tyre got punctured midway as they were driving towards Panvel on the highway. It will take some time to fix it, and they would reach by 6:30. I thought to myself "there's no point watching Steve Harris's daughter singing. I just wanna see her father and his friends in action." So I settled down with a cutting chai and ordered the paanwala "Bhaiya chaar paan banaiye. Kalkatta patta with no Kathha but only chuna, kachcha supari, ek-so-bis, aur elaichi."

Dust to dust.....to dust......to dust........ I'm very allergic to it. At 5:00 MMRDA was full of dust, long haired black tee shirt clad maniacs (of all shapes and sizes) and cars. A bunch of guys and a few (non Shahrukh fan) girls were crowding a stall were Iron Maiden official tour merchandise were being sold, a chaiwala was doing brisk business, some of the over enthusiasts who drank too much were puking, and I was waiting for Umzz to arrive.

Chiroda looked cool with his dark shades. Umzz and I started doing calculations as when should we enter the arena so that we could only watch Maiden and nothing else.
Sounds very snobbish, but both of us knew that we could not take anything else.

7:25..... we were waiting, the sound guys were checking, rechecking, re-rechecking the onstage sound gears. King khan was promptly shown the middle finger by young metalheads as the giant screen screened the Pepsi ad.
Shahrukh....middle fingerr....!!#*^^**## ...Mumbai.... equations were hardly matching.
Who cares for fuckin equations we were waiting for our Dadus to come on stage.

"We'll defend our island,.... we'll never surrender"
7:49 pm, the voice of Winston Churchill echoed across the MMRDA grounds. It was time for the Gods to descend and then "there was light".

Was there really light? Was it blinding? To know all these and more, keep watching this space.

"UP THE IRONS"