Listening to Smokey after a long long time really made me very nostalgic. I still remember the 90’s college days, when I got introduced to smokey. Living next door to alice, Mexican girl, wild wild one – they were so special. Listening to them on tape recorder cassettes was really so much fun. Those were the days when unprecedented assertion of independence by the young mind was expressed thru loud music (in battered cassette players), cheap booze and smoke filled nights in dimly lit hostel rooms. I still have all the collection but alas tape recorders are a passé. Technology sometimes takes away the raw fun. Those were the times when many answers to questions were answered with another question! Not to mention the self-confrontation with a new found sexual awakening leading to volcanic eruption of fantasies. Music seemed to be a precondition for attaining all our aspirations. The beauty of the lyrical poetry always challenged the intelligence of our high energy private debates (adda!!!!). Those were the time when wit and courage used to takeover wisdom and learning. The compassion and devotion that we demonstrated to all the music greats of 70s were equivalent to our current obsession with say the health of our children or quality of their education.
Now that I am all alone with my memories and nothing else – I need is a smoke(y)
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