21 minus 11

Heehee. This is worthy enough to be a Postsecret secret - those who know me, will understand why. Boybands. Ugh, right? Well, maybe not when you were 11, and I'm sure all of you, yes, even you death-metal-whatever-freaks-of-nature lovers must have, at SOME point in your life, been crazy about blonde eyed blue haired men - or something like that. Especially if you were born in the mid-80s and went to a girl's school. I mean, you musssst have. At least I hope you did, because, it was NORMAL to do so. I graduated from Chitrahaar and Superhit Muquabla (which were my favourite shows on TV in the pre-cable days) to "English music", which (discounting the stuff Ma-Baba used to hear - and which I've grown up hearing - the good ol' stuff - Beatles, Elvis oishob - not that - also not Michael Jackson, whom everyone knew) were (and this is an incredibly long sentence, hope you're still with me), the stuff they showed on Channel V (ooh, taboo, sooo taboo). There were 3 shows I watched diligently on Channel V (we didn't get Mtv until 95-96 for some reason) and they were Vibes, hosted by Luke Kenny, Retro (Sophiya Haq) and By Demand (Trey and Muriel - a pink puppet thing). Thus began my "education" in English music, whereforth onwards, I'd officially be a "snob". I would have also begun my career as a rebel, discarding the good-safe stuff my parents listened to, and would embrace reee-heeeally bad music, with reeee-heeally bad lyrics - and know them word for word. So enter Scatman John, Whigfield, Real McCoy and all the shit we liked to call "music" back in the day (also much popularized by farewell parties in school). The attack of the boybands hadn't started yet - and sometimes, if I was lucky, I'd like the good stuff too - like Nirvana, Blind Melon, Pearl Jam, Aerosmith, Alanis Morisette, Oasis, Green Day et cetera. THEN, one fine day, I hear this really cool (I was 9-10, and it was cool then, don't judge) song with pretty boys dancing in the rain. Instant love. The band, was Take That, the song - Back for Good. I won't go on about the Take That mania that I unleashed on unsuspecting school friends and family (who were all like, take who?) - but bottomline - it was pure hysteria. I had never worshipped a group like that. They split, (heartbreak!) just as those wussy bands like Boyzone and whatnot were emerging and thus ended my boyband worship saga. But but but. Ten years later, and many many musical experiments later, I see my Brit boys once again, reunited, minus Rob of course, and yay! I cannot believe I am blogging about this, and who in their right mind gives a flying fuck but I just haddddd to write about them. It's like revisting my childhood. It's like having a "crush" on somebody for the first time all over again. It's like being pre-teen and obnoxious and OKAY with it all over again. Yeah, the stuff is still a little cheesy, but wtf, it's TT. EEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Marrrrryyy meee Garrrryyyyy. Haha.