If you have waited long you will be disappointed to know that the girls on the uphill disappeared. Perhaps, they are just hidden away from people like me. The ones who cluck their tongues and sympathise. But do nothing. The nightcrawlers aren't creepy. They are innocent than us in cumulative. The life you see is the glow of an endothermic reaction. Cool on the exterior. Latent from the interior. The fact that this happens under constant pressure is the irony of it. Sometimes, I don't understand the dynamics of science as much as I do of life. I know it has got to do with my agonistic mind. Layers and layers piled up but no foundation to hold it up. A weightless journey into a karst shaft whose fissures hurt yours upon falling on it.
It was the early 90s. Life was just taking a turn as was India. One day it was the magic of Eddie Murphy, Tyra Banks and Michael Jackson. Magic Johnson hits the big drum and declares in a booming voice. It was a time to remember alright.. On a Sunday it was suddenly Eric Clapton who brought 'Tears in Heaven'. Was it Tears for Fears who said 'Everybody wants to rule the world?'. DesRee and Terence Trent Darby with the silken 'Delicate', 24 by 7 taking to you a fast paced 'Take me away", Bon Jovi keeping the faith, Guns N' Roses welcoming you to the jungle with Axl Rose's sexy hairdo in 'Yesterday'. It was then the beginning of the end for Kurt Cobain. Just as I was getting so hooked to the Seattle band he put a bullet through his head. Quick. I wrote an ode to the man. So did a few more million fans. India had stepped into liberalisation. Narasimha Rao and Manmohan Singh had 'freed' India from License Raj Economy. The youth were ...
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