The universe is full of nutcases. Conglomeration of said nutcases was parading ISKCON-style hare hare bhajans at five thirty in the morning when things were still dark and foggy. I woke up then went back to sleep and later in the morning the mater reassured me that I hadn't had a religious dream after all, and that there were cymbals too. At nine thirty there was Anuradha Paudwal's Amritvaani on somewhere, and now the Kati Patang soundtrack's playing somewhere but I don't really mind, rehne do chhoro ke jaane do yaar, hum na karenge pyaaaaaaar.

This has been a soundtrack-to-life post from your friendly neighbourhood sufferer.