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Sunday, July 03, 2005

About Music, Masti - A Night Out 

With the monsoon showing it’s presence felt in Delhi and Noida, and the light showers coupled with slow breeze bringing down the temperature from 45 degrees to a pleasant 34 mark, we wouldn’t have asked for a better time to host a welcome party for the south-west monsoon.
On the 2nd of July night, a group of music enthusiasts decided to get-together at PB’s house for a jam session. While I took charge of arranging food for thought, PB got busy with organizing the Guitarist Mukesh and the tablist Satwik who is a diploma holder(Sangeet Visharat) in tabla instrument. Among the other participants were Mukesh’s friend Ankit, Partha, Amit and his brother Sumeet who is a very good vocalist.
The music session then started went on till the next day early hours, among the varieties were Indian classical, few western and the North Indian ghazals. The highlights of the session were the tabla play by Satwik, Flute/guitar by PB, Mukesh’s guitar and the melody of Sumeet. Ankit and Satwik had their share of jokes to wind up the session in a happy note.

It’s about 2 a.m the next day, we all geared-up for an early morning bike drive (call it as race) to Comesum restaurant in Delhi, in four two-wheelers. The race started from Varun apartments had lot of pit stops on the way. The first one being Amit’s new Honda Unicorn which ran out of fuel, the next at a gas station for PB’s tyre air and the next one near Delhi where Mukesh and Satwik were drilled by the late night cops. At Comesum, we were joined by three more people (met them at the restaurant); one of them is a biker who later demonstrated his wheeling talents by lifting the front wheel at 90 degrees from the ground. As we carried the guitar along, we spent the next couple of hours in front of the restaurant playing few Indian classical watched by people around. Finally we settled for an early morning snacks and bid good-bye to Delhi and good morning to Noida. It was 6 a.m when we got home, and 3 p.m when I got up again, a perfect weekend.

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