I was born with absolute different road to walk on. My passion was altogether alien to many of my generation. I loved something more than anything in life. Where the other guys were occupied with shaping their careers up I was busy nourishing my passion. This is what I loved…this is what I beheld more than my life. My passion was MUSIC. My love was my GUITAR. My aim was to be a renounced musician. This is all I dreamt of. This is what I lived for!!!

How the course of life changes with time! How one is hallucinated to transcend to a different path! How inadvertently life unfolds an unseen play for you to act! ….And you unaware of the fact that it may change you for a LIFETIME you walk unconsciously on the path sprawled before you!

“Dude, you think, you’re a good with….” College canteen operator looks at my guitar, “fucken strings?”

“Jim Morrison holds this. I wana be like him.” I hopped in ecstasy, grabbing a chair beside.
“You know who’s this chap?” He waved a disgusting look.
“Yeah!!” I revered, “Someday I’d be one like him.”
“Disgusting!! You know what’s so uncommon in you and so commonly found in these musical stars, your JM or whatever…..”
“What?” I asked in innocence but perplexed at some out-of-the-world-findings (of him) that could possibly harvest my name closer to my idol.
“They’ve one thing in common.”
“What’s that? Come on, say up please?” I pleaded.
“TRAGEDY dude – tragedy. They have all suffered painful heartbreaks that, in part, made them what they are.”
“…And how these heartbreaks occur.”
“Fall in love and get cheated or dumped, you’d know!”

Shortcut to success! I could envisage my passion getting fulfilled. I could see myself at epitome of success with Jim Morrison….wow!!!!!

Say by chance, my luck…destiny…..Heer, came my way. She was gorgeous, refreshing….mind blowing! She was rich, talented and diva to hold any breath to death. All what she had to do was ….ummmm … absolute nothing. You look into her eyes and you’re trapped in her enchanting beauty. She would rein your heart forever.