Purple Haze

It all started with this legendary pub in Bangalore in the mid-nineties - "Purple haze". Rest assured; i ain't starting up a drinking sob story, but am about to share a revelation. Steeping into those murky hallways always brought in a moment of nostalgia. Every corner reminded of a comrade no more with us to share the joy of music. It was flabbergasting moment, when i listened to the song that brought in me a reverie to western music. It was by this band, Deep Purple. Well, in my naivity, i resumed to assume that the pub was dedicted to these mellow ole' fellas, until i heard a few numbers and almost chewed all my tongue off in exultation. The best of deep purple still remains close to the mean red machine.

My lessons were just beginning, Purple paved way for Zepellin, Floyd, and who not, except strangely for the band of gypsies. I was unware of this truth, until, Pandora's box of music enighted me about the truth of Hendrix. This preacher from the holy land of Bronx had attained nirvana at a young age, yet the saint merited place in the pantheons of the religion of music. I am glad, i took the purple pill, it allowed me to set forth into the path not taken before. I do not want to come back until my mind has absorbed the wondrous riffs of this healer completely.