Ever wondered what would happen to your love for music once life takes a toll on you?

Ever wondered where would the mindless escapades would vanish (which not – so – obviously came after 4 pegs down with music playing on ur mind) once corporate culture rips your selfish soul aprt?

Never thought about so much in the future as i did today. It was only after i met Pillai today that this thought crossed my mind. It kind of strengthened when i read Fauji’s first post or zuerst post (as he calls it) about 5 minutes back.

Coming back to the main point about which i started the post with. Music and the love for it . Me and my college (Grad coll) friend Antil were sitting in a pub in Connaught place today and drinking away not so merrily when he signalled , that the same elderly man whom we’d seen about a month ago was back again the same place.

But this time he wasn’t dancing to the tunes of rock music. He was sitting on his own , ‘lonely’ on his table , as it appeared to us – though it may not be actually true, drinking his blues away. I just walked up to him and spoke to him for a minute, mentioning our experience when we saw him dancing alone in front of the speakers in the corner of the pub. It was an amazing sight, true to the experience of hearing that beautiful song which was mellowing down the Bose speakers.

He acknowledged our gesture and came up and said these beautiful words ” I hope when you’re my age , you will replicate the love for music the same way i do now”

It struck me and will strike anyone who listened to Pillai today. Rock on PLay as he mentioned his name to us again.

Don’t go by the age…its by no way a comparison to what Pillai looks like but the energy is the same!