P A R I K R A M A

They are a bunch of mad people !

Even worse, for the past twenty years of Pure F***in' Rock, they have spread that madness across. Across the globe. I can bet they don't breathe much, coz I don't see too much of a breathing space between 2 6 0 0 shows in the past twenty years.

I wish the June 17, 1991 had never happened. I wish Subir and Nitin were never born in the same family. I wish Nitin never met Chintan; and India would have been a peaceful country, still happy listening to lovely romantic numbers like 'Kaho Na Pyaar Hai'.

I wish India remained happy with the remixes by t-series. I wish the Rock scene never took off. I wish it all remained dry, But it Rained !

But, to be fair to them, it's not really their fault. People can't really help but go mad, when they get to hear traces of Floyd and the Doors, blended with that Indian touch. The crowd doesn't really have much of an option, but to loose it when 'the big fat magician' plays those solos. Sonam, die. But, the band still isn't happy. They want it to go worse; and Imraan steps in with the violin.

"It's supposed to be played slower, buddy"...but he won't listen.

The hatelist isn't over ladies and gentlemen. Nitin sure deserves a stick for that voice that's caused so many break-ups. Subir, for looking like some foreigner. Mike Portnoy, eh? You are not even a drummer, boss. A keyboardist doesn't have to look like that or play at that speed. It isn't no race out there. Got it?

In short, I hate the band to the core; and pray that the likes of Altaf Raja and Himesh rule my motherland again.

Peace.