I climbed up on the stage. It felt like home. It felt like a mother's warm embrace. The lights, the electric buzz welcomed me. Everything I had stood for, defined the moment I held the microphone in my hands. They were watching. With my feeble and weak voice, I knew could not prove anything. All I could show the crowd was that there was no such thing as fear. This was not about getting acclaim. This was not about gathering applause. This was a salute. Atri (lead guitar) knew it too, his look had said it all. This was a salute to everyone who had taken the stage before us, to speak their minds. We were there too, to do what we liked doing best. Getting lost in our little worlds of music. This was a tribute to greatness. This was a humble attempt to recreate greatness. This was nothing more than what we had wanted to do. And nothing less. Sound check. And then it began. In the end, we were happy to be who we were. We were entertainment. We chose to be the rag dolls. Trust me when I say, I remember nothing of the show. I just remember the beats, the sweet sound of electricity, the feeling of completion. We had learnt how to breathe. We were ready. Lets rock.
Rajesh, Anish, Sushir & Atri
