Sunday, November 11, 2012

Life's a bitch. Oh yeah, Superman quit.

Just when you think everything's dandy, when you think you've got it all under control, she puts her foot down and says, "No." 

Life, she makes you walk on a tightrope. You're afraid, you hold on to dear life. But after a while, you like the excitement. You walk smiling at your feat, one foot following the other. It's fun, isn't it? Haha. 

Just you wait till she tugs at the rope a little. How do you like it now? Uneasy? This is just the beginning. Wait till she playfully skips it. If you insist on a struggle, she'll coolly cut the rope off. Game, set and match. Next please. 

Sorry for the rant. Yeah, I got published in Mid Day. Here's the article:


WHY SUPERMAN LEFT JOURNALISM
The biggest secret in journalism has been leaked. Superman aka Clark Kent will quit his job as a reporter at The Daily Planet and turn to blogging a la Huffington Post and Drudge Report.
My first thought when I read this was: Appraisal achcha nahi hua. But Superman is not as myopic as the rest of us. This is a man who has dedicated his life to journalism with his fearless reporting about, erm, himself. He surely has a vision in place.
It must’ve begun with the disguise. With glasses, he’s Clark Kent and without them, he’s Superman. Since 1938, the citizens of Metropolis have been playing along to this spectacular (pun intended) charade. Finally, he realised the utterly stupidity of this act and by turning blogger, this practice becomes obsolete.
Also, he changes into his Superman uniform in a phone booth. Phone booth. Ha ha. Everyone has iPhones now and iPhone users don’t have phone booths. They have an invisible force field around themselves which only Apple users can penetrate. Then, they all have an iParty.
The advent of digital media has greatly affected print media. I’m sure there must’ve been an incident where Clark Kent showed his article to his neighbours. And the neighbour’s kids laughed their stomachs off and said, "Dude, that’s old news. I saw this on Twitter yesterday. The Youtube video already has a million hits. It’ll overtake Gangnam soon. Here’s your walking stick, Grandpa.” With a blog, he can file fresh reports which he can share on his Facebook page and get a couple of likes. This will of course be overshadowed when Lois Lane posts a picture of herself in an LBD.
On the positive side, Superman can now afford to be lazy, because nobody reads beyond the headline on the Internet. There’s no need to work hard on original material. Ctrl C, Ctrl V. Also known as the Arif Zakaria Principle. It’s the era of being cool. Our man wears red underwear over a blue suit. He needs to do something cool. Blogs can be read on iPads which automatically makes them cool.
It’s also cool to quit a job you hate. What vicious villains and masterminds couldn’t do, the corporate world accomplished. Defeat Superman. With an arsenal full of timesheets, investment declaration forms and IT policies, even the Man of Steel had to buckle. And the ultimate weapon — meetings. I’m sure there were meetings where a major chunk of time was spent in deciding how many teas and coffees to order from the canteen while Clark sat quietly in the corner, resisting the urge to melt the whole building down.
They say people quit bosses, not jobs. Superman’s bosses must’ve constantly shot down his ideas for path-breaking exposes in favour of a Kim Kardashian piece, because apparently that’s what the readers want. No more will his work be criticised by power-hungry old men who have no idea of the modern world. Superman will now be read by trolls who read only because their porn is buffering. It’ll be a whole new experience for him. So, best of luck Clark. Just remember, Justin Bieber sucks.
This article was originally published in Sunday Mid-Day on 4 Nov, 2012. The online version is here.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Supermen of Malegaon


What's the first thing that comes to your mind when you hear the name 'Malegaon'? If it's terrorism, then you're not alone. The town, that is home to several power looms, has been in the news for bomb blasts. 


But what is not known is its unique film industry. It's home to a local film industry that produces parody versions of popular films and the populace loves these films. I recently watched a documentary on this 'industry' so to say. Without batting an eyelid, I can say that it is one of the best things I've watched in recent times. Very few films can make you smile with every dialogue and yet, leave you with a dull pain as an afterthought. This is one of them.

This is a film for people who have been wanting to do something in their lives, but have been unable to do so for whatever reasons. It's a messenger of hope, one that perishes after its job has been done. A bit like Jatayu from Ramayana. 

If this doesn't get you off your lazy arse and make you want to go out and grab life by its balls, nothing will. 

 The entire film is on Youtube. Watch it now. And share.





Tuesday, October 2, 2012

kvlt Bollywood Songs

Bollywood has always been our source for music. There are many shows that tell you about the latest releases and what's currently hot and popular in Bollywood music, like Janmashtami, Ganeshotsav, Navratri etc. But what of the unsung heroes (pun intended)? What about the songs that never caught the fancy of the public because they were on an altogether different plane of understanding? As a writer (that's what I tell myself), I place a lot of value in words. And we've produced some magnificent poetry, especially in the 80s.

Presenting some truly wonderful pieces. These are some of the songs that I think should be heard, purely for their lyrical value. 

Angoor Ka Daana (Film: Sanam Bewafa)


This fruity little song is a humble request to hubby dear (or boyfriend) not to try anything, erm, strange. Notice the fine use of metaphors. Even William chacha from Stratford-upon-Avon would have been proud. 


Angoor ka daana hoon, sui na chubha dena
sui jo chubhayi to, ras tapakega
jo ras tapakega to kis mis, kis mis kis mis
kis mis ban jaaungi, angoor ka daana
angoor ka daana hoon
 

Batata Vada (Film: Hifazat)


The song is a testimony to the lover's pain. Love is such sweet sorrow, that to get over the melancholy, he eats batata vada instead of drinking himself to death like a Bengali. 

Batata vada ho batata vada,
pyar nahi karna tha, karna pada
 

Telephone Dhun (Film: Hindustani)

 
Kamal Hassan is completely befuddled as to what Manisha Koirala really is. Is she an Australian fish he can devour? Or is she a tabla he can play like Zakirsaab. The wily minx is a shape shifter, it seems. And she can sing in a telephonic voice? I think Kamal Hassan called a phone-sex line by mistake. Notice the line after 'Brahma ne rachaya kya.'


Telephone dhun mein hasne wali, Melbourne macchli machalne wali, 
Digital mein sur hai tarasha, Madonna hai ya Natasha,
Zakir Hussain tabla tu hai kya?
Sona Sona Tera chamke roop salona, Cellular phone tum toh hona. Computer ko lekar, Brahma ne rachaya kya?...
Teri galiyon mein koyi mard na chhoduunga aurat bhi na chhoduunga...
 

Ooi Amma (Film: Mawaali)


The age-old question (How do I look in this?). Asked by Jaya Prada, answered in stellar fashion by Jeetendra. Which other country can boast of a Member of Parliament whose resume has something like this? 

Also, very similar to Ooh La La from The Dirty Picture. 

Ooi amma ooi amma mushkil ye kya ho gayi
mere badan mein toofaan utha to saadi hava ho gayi
ooi amma ooi amma mushkil... 


Mama Miya Pom Pom (Film: Justice Chaudhary)

 
Another metaphorical masterpiece. Love is being compared to a car and there is a request to increase the speed so that the limit can be tested. 

Pom pom, hey mama miya mama miya
pyar ki gaadi tez chalaon, accelerator aur dabaaon
prem gali mein mode bahut hain, dekho dil ke tod bahut hain
rasta mudd jaane wala hain, main road aane wala hain
stop, love, love (mama miya pom pom - 2)
 

Gutur Gutur (Film: Dalaal)


Meet the evil cousin of Kabootar Ja Ja Ja.

Gutur gutur (4) are chadh gaya oopar re
atariya pe lotan kabootar re
gutur gutur… 


You Are My Chicken Fry (Film: Rock Dancer)


Years before Tandoori Nights, Bappi Da's team shattered all norms and entered culinary terrain. 
The song also features samosa, masala dosa, sarson ka saag, makke ki roti, chocolate, cutlet, tandoori, roshogulla, rasmalai 

Also, only a Mithunda film can be called 'Rock Dancer'. *bows* 

You are my chicken fry, you are my fish fry
kabhii naa kehnaa kudiye, bye bye bye


Ranaji Maaf Karna (Film: Karan Arjun)


The song is Mamta Kulkarni’s way of apologising to her Ranaji, because she mistook her brother-in-law for him. The writer uses an interesting Q & A instrument to describe the fiasco. Hark, hark.

Laamba laamba ghoonghat, kaahe ko daala
Kya kaheen kar aayi tu munh kaala re
Kaanon mein batiyaan karti hain sakhiyaan
Raat kiya re tune kaisa ghotaala....
Chhat pe soya tha behnoi, main tanne samajh kar so gayi
Mujhko raana ji maaf karna, galti maare se ho gayi
 

Gale Mein Laal Tie (Film: Hum Tumhare Hain Sanam)


Bhai ko jab thandi lagti hai, toh woh tie pehente hain. This sentence makes as much sense as his films. Par bhai ne ek baar keh diya, toh keh diya. So you better listen.


Gale mein laal tie, ghar mein ek char pai
Takiya ek hai aur hum do, ek hi hai razaie
Sardi kaisi jaayegi, kaho kaise humein neend aayegi…
Gale mein laal tie ghar mein ek char pai
Takiye ki fiker na kar banunga main khud razaie
Gale se lagaloonga oh tose coffee pila doonga…
 

Raja Chalo Akele Mein (Film: Rajaji)


Who would've thought of a barn as a romantic getaway? This is Raveena Tandon’s invitation to Govinda to accompany her to the barn, because she has made entertainment arrangements. Acoustics have been taken care of; even the buffaloes have been positioned to let the quality of sound remain at optimum levels. 

Raja chalo akele mein
baj gaya tabla tabele mein… 


Kal Saiyyan Ne Aisi Bowling Ki (Film: Vijaypath)


Cricket, Bollywood. A heady concoction that the entire nation loves. This is a ball-by-ball description of a 'cricket match' between a wife and a husband. Playing sports is a very healthy way to keep fit, right?  Also, check out the cool shades.

Kal saiyyan ne aisi bowling kari ek over bhi main khel paayi nahi
chouthe hi gend mein out huyi, paanchva gend main jhel payi nahi 


Ek Aankh Maarun (Film: Tohfa)


The song describes the power of his wink. Jeetendra is the superhero here who can conquer the world, with a wink of an eye. 

Ek aankh marun toh parda hatt jaaye
dooji aankh marun kaleja kat jaaye
dono aankhein marun toh chhori patt jaaye, chorri pat jaaye
 

Dilli Ki Sardi (Film: Zameen)


This song is a very informative description of Delhi winters. Who needs the Met department when you have experienced Bollywood hands telling you the weather?

Tadpaaye tarsaaye re, tadpaaye tarsaaye re
Saari raat jagaaye re, pyaar teraa, Dilli ki sardi
Kohraa kohraa chaaye re, ye dil dhadkaa jaaye re
Pyaar teraa, Dilli ki sardi…



These are some songs that I discovered and have heard. This is by no means, an exhaustive list. Please feel free to add yours to the comments.

This originally appeared as a shorter article in JAM (Just Another Magazine) in 2009, which can be found here.

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Barfi

Sometimes, a film comes along that hits just the right notes. This is one of them. Barfi! is a delightful package filled with heart-warming moments. Amidst the loud cacophony of bhaigiri and khiladi dung, Anurag Basu's film stands testimony to the fact that you don't need to shout your lungs out to be heard.

The plot is not novel, to be honest. The deaf and mute Barfi is a happy-go-lucky guy who happens to fall in love with Shruti (Ileana D'Cruz). But there's something else in store for him as his childhood friend, the autistic Jhilmil, comes back to town. More than the plot, it's the lovely moments that make the film. From the fat police inspector (Sourabh Shukla, excellent as ever) chasing him around Darjeeling to Barfi and Jhilmil's relationship, you'll find yourself smiling constantly. 

And yes, there are quite a few emotional moments. What is commendable is that the director doesn't dwell too much on the disabilities. He doesn't try to extract your tears and force out the boo-hoos. They run of their own accord. (I didn't cry, but many of my friends did.) 

I couldn't believe it when I found out that Anurag Basu also made Murder and Kites. Like  Life...In a Metro, music is an integral part of the narrative. There's a band of musicians, much like Life... that is always playing in the background. Life... had a fabulous score by Pritam. That Barfi! has a marvelous soundtrack need not be said. But a special mention goes out to Kyun, in which Papon makes you get goosebumps. Not that the other songs are any less. Pritam, you don't need to copy from Korea and Arabia. We know you can produce good, original music.

The casting is perfect. Everyone plays their part well. Props to Ranbir Kapoor for what most would call a 'risky move'. He delivers a superb performance. I was quite sceptical about Priyanka after having seen her 'acting' in Fashion and Don but she manages well. She did overdo it initially but once with Ranbir, the chemistry is spot on. Ileana too manages to catch the eye. Also, she is gorgeous. My new favourite along with Parineeti. 

It was nice to see some familiar faces come back - Rupa Ganguly, Ashish Vidyarthi and a couple of others.

You know a film has worked its magic when it makes you stop being lazy and do something worthwhile. It's made me get off my lazy arse and finally buy that guitar I've been meaning to for so long.

Enough said. Watch this film. Now. 

PS: Did I mention that Ileana was amazingly beautiful?
Note: Bhaitards, watch this film to know what human emotions mean.

UPDATE: Apparently, the film is a rip-off of many foreign films and some Indian ones. Read the entire article here
Having copied from so many films, Anurag Basu can become a brand ambassador of a broadband Internet service or a DVD library. My bad.

What a bummer! 

Image: Wikipedia

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Wake up. And read some books

Hello, hello, it's been a long time since we've been here, isn't it? A lot has been happening on the work front. Meanwhile, the social life continues to compete with Jacky Bhagnani's career over who can remain sad and hopeless, longer. I seem to be winning but I shan't bore you with the details. What I shall do is recommend some of the books I've read over the past few months. For the two people who actually read this blog (and books). 


A Song of Ice and Fire: Well, it's a series of books, beginning with 'A Game of Thrones'. HBO has already made a show called Game of Thrones (with a lot of nudity too. You're already downloading the torrent, aren't you?). If you love fantasy, you will love this.  Written by George RR Martin, the series follows the saga of seven families (and a million others) as they each lay claim to the kingdom of Westeros. What I particularly liked about the series is the detailed characterisation and marvelous writing. You can almost feel Westeros take shape on your fingertips. Also, there's no divide between good and evil. Every (and I do mean every) character is good and evil in his/her own way. Perspective is all it takes, and GRRM writes from the point-of-view of each character. And he's brutal, ruthless like no other. The plot is stunning, to say the least and extremely engaging. If you plan on reading the books, remember to say your goodbyes to friends and parents because it'll be a while before they see you again. GRRM has a mad fan following; fans have even threatened him to finish writing the sixth book fast, or well, face the consequences. You take a call now.


In Other Rooms, Other Wonders: They can't seem to get anything right, except for their books. Another lovely book from our beloved friend Pakistan. It follows the lives of a set of people from various strata of society in the Pakistan of the 70s, 80s and the 90s. From a farm manager who swindles his owner of money silently to a poor maidservant whose promiscuity and licentious nature is both her strength and weakness, Daniyal Mueenuddin's sharp observations on society and its prejudices are a treat. Poignant and yet mostly funny, it's a must-read. And it also (almost) passes the 21st century book test (my own invention). It's short (only 300-odd pages) so it won't take up much of your precious time (unless you're Darsheel Safary). Sadly, it does cost more than a Chetan Bhagat novel. 


Catch-22: Mad, hilarious and completely bonkers. This masterpiece by Joseph Heller needs no review. I, as usual, am late to the party but I absolutely loved it. Having read it on the bus, train, in office and any place in the world I could find, I could sense people silently moving away from me, shifting in their seats, changing positions etc. I don't blame them. Who'd want to sit next to a guy who's laughing like a maniac. Just for kicks, I would suddenly start staring at them to see how they reacted. If I had a better phone, I would've Instagrammed their expressions (and then gone to jail for being too creepy). But seriously, read it if you haven't. Joseph Heller was a copywriter too. *nudge nudge wink wink*. There's another Pakistani novel called 'A Case of Exploding Mangoes' by Mohammed Hanif. I'd heard a lot about it, and I did read it. It was nice, and a bit similar to Catch-22 but it wasn't as good as the reviews said it would be. But that's just me speaking.



Chinaman: The Legend of Pradeep Mathew: I have only one word for it. Absolutely incredible. Okay, that's two words but that's how I felt about Shehan Karunatilaka's novel. It's the story of a dying cricket writer WG Karunasena who has set out to write a book on Pradeep Mathew, the greatest cricketer of all time whom people have never heard about. Fact and fiction come together in a magical fashion. 

Under the garb of a book about cricket, it presents a brilliant view of Sri Lanka as a country. Unlike India and Pakistan, Sri Lanka isn't raving mad (no chappal garlands or effigy burning). Like all island dwellers, the Lankans are laid-back and relaxed. Like all sub-continental governments, the Lankan government is inept, lazy and corrupt. And then there's the 1996 World Cup. The cup that announced Sri Lanka's arrival onto the cricket scene. I remember being glued to the TV during the World Cup as India beat Pakistan in a cracker of a quarter-final (remember this by Venkatesh Prasad?). But we botched our semi-finals as Aravinda de Silva (pure class) punished us rightly. Kambli cried himself back to the pavilion; no Indian can forget those images. And SL went on to beat the Aussies and claim the cup. The book brought back many memories of my childhood. I was a cricket fan until the match-fixing scandal ruined it for me. I only started watching it when I went to a hostel. 

It's a breezy read, and almost a guide to life in Sri Lanka. Did you know that all Sri Lankan cricket players come from a set of 7-8 schools? There's no Ranji trophy system but a school cricket system, a bit like in the US. And there's hierarchy in the schools too (Royal, Thomas, Ananda etc.). If you love sports, you should read the book. If you don't, read the book and you'll start liking it. 

I go by a simple rule. If a book makes you wish you lived where the characters live, it's well-written. I almost wished I was born in Sri Lanka. 

This is easily one of the best books I've read in recent times.  Go, buy it now. (No, I'm not getting any money from the author).

Images: Wikipedia and Cricinfo

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Game of Thrones - Now in India

Veterans from 'Game of Thrones' meet some famous Indians.



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This post is inspired by this.

Monday, April 30, 2012

The Avengers is funny

And not always intentionally. At the outset, I'd like to say that apart from the Hulk and the Iron Man, I didn't know much about the rest of the heroes. I had vaguely heard about Captain America and Thor but never really watched their individual movies. I hadn't even seen the trailer. Having seen the buzz created on Twitter, I walked into the theatre with a friend. As far as the movie is concerned, it's good entertainment with tight scenes, splendid visual effects and smart, funny dialogues. But when we got out of the theatre, it struck our minds that Captain America was probably the worst superhero of all time.

Let us look at some examples from the film. (SPOILER ALERT)

There's a scene where Loki has been captured and is being taken back to S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters in a plane when Thor makes a thunderous entrance (pun intended). He takes Loki and flies right out of the plane. Tony Stark jumps out of the plane in pursuit. Now, Captain America can't fly. So he jumps out with a parachute. How is that going to help? He's just going to a fleeting spectator to the fight. One moment he's at the same altitude and eye to eye with the duo and the next moment, he finds himself looking up and examining the soles of their feet, having dropped several feet in altitude. Someone needs to explain to him that the concept of flying involves horizontal motion also. And not following the trajectory of a bird dropping.

In another scene, after Hawkeye blows up an engine of the S.H.I.E.L.D plane, Tony Stark is fixing the problem by moving the blades himself. What does Captain America do? He has to pull a lever. How depressing is that? You spend decades frozen in a block of ice and finally come back to life to pull one lame lever. Even that he couldn't do without almost killing Stark. And it's not his fault alone. The guys who brought him back didn't give him a fair chance. Everyone else has laser guns, missiles and superpowers. This guy is given just a shield. He's a national hero who's looking to adjust in the modern world. Let him be on an equal footing. At least provide a laser gun in his suit for God's sake. 

Even Black Widow and Hawkeye know he sucks. When the aliens attack Manhattan, Stark is fighting the huge flying fish monster thing. Hulk is lying naked somewhere. Thor is fighting some other aliens. On the ground are Black Widow, Hawkeye and Captain America. A group of aliens attack them and before Captain can do anything, Widow says, "We've got this one." She knows this guy can't save his own life, leave alone others. As my friend said, all he can do is use his shield as a table tennis racket to deflect bullets. 

During another attack, someone asks, "What do we do?" Captain replies,"We work as a team." Any other superhero with a certain level of self-esteem would have said, "Leave it to me" or "I'll take care of it". Not Captain. It seems there's a senior citizen quota on the Avengers Mission and Captain America is just there to fill in the perfunctory slot. Even if there was, at least take Wolverine. 

Captain America is the Sourav Ganguly of the Avengers. The younger lot are in awe of him. None of them remember or know why. He reminds many of the good old days. He's back from the dead, in the midst of all the action and in spite of being the weakest link, he insists on being in command. 

PS: Props to the writers and director for making the Hulk funny. But Captain America is funny.

Friday, March 2, 2012

Why Indian cricket is so entertaining

Not because of Virat's swashbuckling strokes. Or Dhoni's helicopter shots. Certainly not because of the creative ways in which Sachin has managed to get out before he can complete that damned century.

It is the one and only (*drumroll) Kris Srikkanth. Watch as he loses his cool during this interview. The words just seem to stumble out of his mouth, looking for something to hold on to. He can give most comedians a run for their money. A sample.




Close behind him is Arun Lal. Magnificient how he manages to bungle up. Twice. Or maybe it is a ploy by the BCCI to ruin yet another competitor. (*suppresses laughter*)




Third would be Sanjay Manjrekar. Some of his commentary gems.


He's one of the best drivers in the game. On Virat Kohli's cover drives.


Interesting that Mahela still has only 3 men outside the circle even after the bowling powerplay is over. What do you think Wasim? Is it still powerplay? Ladies and gentleman, apparently it is the batting powerplay now. We missed the umpire's signal. Somehow, that picture wasn't shown to us. That's why there are only 3 men outside the circle.


But in the end, we know who the real winner is.

Saturday, January 7, 2012

RIP Amit Saigal

Black background. Red font. (Or the was it the other way round?) That was how the Rock Street Journal website looked when I first visited it in 2005. I got hooked to the band demos that were uploaded on the website. Everybody and anybody with access to a recording studio or a computer had put out their music. As I had nothing to do, I went ahead and listened to almost hundred songs that ranged from downright horrendous to supremely awesome. Through some friend of mine, I chanced upon GIR - VIII. Questions were asked. Who are these bands? Where are they from? Do you have any other songs? Any other albums? Where do I download them from? GIR V, VII, IX followed suit but others were much more reclusive. I was addicted to Indian indie - to Zero, Pentagram, Moksha, Liquid Groove, Thermal and a Quarter, even Orange Street (I never really liked them too much) and many others. That's when I picked up a guitar and started playing. No classes, no tutorials. Just listen and play. Of course, Guitar Pro wherever tabs were available. 

It has been seven years (!) and Indian indie has grown by leaps and bounds (to use the cliched expression). We've had various band hunts on television and countless others on ground, with everyone offering big moolah. We've just had two editions of the absolutely stunning NH7 Weekender, but Great Indian Rock (GIR) and Independence Rock laid the foundation for rock festivals in India. Amit created GIR, which was hugely popular and showcased the best bands in the country. GIR brought good international acts to India (Freak Kitchen, check them out). The shows in Bombay boasted of passionate, crazy and maniacal fans and was one of the most awaited dates in the rock calendar, along with Independence Rock and Mood-I.

As a fledgling musician myself, it was a dream for our band to participate in GIR. Winning didn't even figure in the plans. We just wanted to be shortlisted. Sadly, we never took it seriously. I studied in Nagpur and I used to curse my college for its schedule, because it would always clash with GIR and all other festivals. I used to forage Youtube for any videos of the festival (especially by Zero) and observe how the 'good bands' performed. I distinctly remember reading through the 'Backstage Pass' section of RSJ. I could never apply because of my academic commitments, and hence could also never jam with anyone or reply to any 'Musician required' ad posted on the website. As I was stuck in a city that respected only Pantera, Metallica and Iron Maiden covers and Himesh Reshammiya, RSJ and Gigpad were the only things that connected me to the 'scene'.

Then came Pubrockfest. By some stroke of luck, Pubrockfest went really big in the year 2008. They covered around 15 cities in the country and Nagpur was one of them. We got a chance to open for Rachelle van Zanten (we had never even heard of her), but we didn't care. It was our first real show, the first gig that wasn't a college competition. It was a gig where we didn't have to worry about rules, judges, time limits and prize money. We played our hearts out. I did manage to fumble during my solo when we covered 'Killing in the Name of' but we had fun.

I never subscribed to RSJ because I didn't have money, but I regularly visited the site for news, songs and concert updates. I read a couple of copies at Furtado's when I visited the store. RSJ was the first Indian print magazine dedicated to rock and has seen the rise of the independent scene. 

Thank you Amit for what you did for Indian indie. That too from the unlikeliest of places - Allahabad. Your passion and commitment have played a huge role in making Indian indie what it is today. We will miss you sorely. Wherever you are, I'm sure you're starting something cool there. 

For those who want to listen to old GIR albums, go here and here.