My Man, My uncle ..You somewhere making music with Angels
Delhi- Shillong Flight Indigo……sleepy and listening to Whitesnake "Here i go again"..this takes me back to my childhood days with this track blasting from the room of my uncle.. i guess it must have been a painful break -up. I was too young to even realize or know what relationships meant.
Delhi- Shillong Flight Indigo……sleepy and listening to Whitesnake "Here i go again"..this takes me back to my childhood days with this track blasting from the room of my uncle.. i guess it must have been a painful break -up. I was too young to even realize or know what relationships meant.
Relationships are too complicated in my dictionary. the best and the purest relationships is that of a parent and child. However why do we drift from such a beautiful relationship. why do we seek love in the eyes and arms of a total stranger,its crazy.
I have also been victimized by this so called relationship and i have sung myself to sleep listening to the same song which i grew up listening 20 yrs ago.
Man these guys and Coverdale himself are old by now. Well as for my uncle. He had the purest form of relationship first with Music and then the love of his life happened too soon "ALCOHOL" and she pulled him 6 feet under so fast i guess he himself could have never imagined the saying " Till DEATH do US PART".
I miss him sometimes as he was the most intelligent amongst the lot. He taught me how to pronounce the words correctly while we both sing along to some of his favourite track " temple of the king"....my version...i guess i was 6..i use to sing like this..."one day in the year when the fox and the fox began to sing...when a strong young man from the rising sun goes into the temple of the great black belt"....hahahahahahahaha i am now laughing remembering how he would smile and take me into his arms toss me in the air and sing in his best falsetto note and i would often look up at him and just smile....he was a stylish guy his shoulder length hair, rugged yet cute face, his mooch ,responsible, lovable….ahhh Those huge poster of Arnold from the movie "Commando" and Sylverster Stallone from the Movie "Rambo", Cindy Crawford, that famous "mole" in her bikini and bridgette bardott coming out of the water semi clad with the most amazing costume a bikini that voluptuous body that screamed out hot classy and sexy these were the posters that hung on his wall of fame his tiny room now i wonder where did he manage those amazing collection. i have always tried to dig out those amazing piece of art however to no avail i guess they might have gone along with him to a different world.
I remember how as a child we would try and sneak into his room to go and see those posters and giggle we were obsessed with semi clad women…hahahahahahaha. I miss you Uncle John RIP. He was the first man in my life whom i so adored and loved unconditionally.
He was blessed with a unique talent and that was to identify the right kind of music where i have been so lucky that he passed it on to me in a very different way. Those wooden speakers attached with an amp...the two in one tape recorder which later changed to a strikingly red twin cassette made in china player with the most powerful name "RX 100"..I loved that tape recorder and guess what it had the ability to catch the radio stations from across the world. And since my mom was a music buff she was always in the mood to tune into new music stations.
My uncle o certain saturdays would bring these cassettes which he loved playing....i remember how he would come and bring his friends home to listen to Iron Maiden, Metallica etc and how these guys would sit and head bang and then share a bidi (a poor man's cigar ;)) or two while i sit on my uncle 's lap. I was his favorite lil girl and he was my favorite man.
My uncle o certain saturdays would bring these cassettes which he loved playing....i remember how he would come and bring his friends home to listen to Iron Maiden, Metallica etc and how these guys would sit and head bang and then share a bidi (a poor man's cigar ;)) or two while i sit on my uncle 's lap. I was his favorite lil girl and he was my favorite man.
Then he grew older and along with him the talent started disappearing and he went down in life like a marble sinking in a huge pool. I never knew what happened but he went back to the village met a woman and stayed with her. His coming over to my house was lessened and i would only see him when i go to the village every winter break . The music disappeared from his face, that shine, he suddenly became so old...with only the stench of alcohol coming out of his breath....the last time we met i was almost in high school i ran into his arms and for 30 secs i knew he failed to even register who i was..this was really heart breaking and then when he realized who i was...he asked me" Khyllung (baby) what music are you listening too these days and i smiled and told him.."Skid Row"" and he said i got a new cassette called the best of soft rock....there is nothing as beautiful as rock music!" and he said all this in the best of english...and then he was on his way to the fields...what happened to him...why did he leave his government job...these were things which are still left unanswered...i have tried to ask mom but she just says he made may have made some wrong choice and i wish i was not too busy with work with too many worries he would still be here...The last time we spoke with mom fondly remembering my uncle i told mom...I am sure he would have formed a tight band right now in with the angles...and mom smiled.
I sometimes wish he hadn't die i wish he was there coz he would have made sure that when iron maiden or when deep purple came to India he would have taken me along to watch his favorite band, . I am sure he would still be making music ........Such is the relationship with us and life; we never know when it would change its path...
Loving & Missing you Always...
