I was cribbing whole day because of my new phone and old SIM card not working together. I somehow ran here and there to get a new number, inserted the new SIM and called up my band members since we were supposed to meet that day. I somehow wasnt willing to play there again but could not refuse repeated calls from these two. Since this was meant to be, it happened. My dream of appearing in the newspaper was once again fulfilled by a person called Karan Bhardwaj, a senior reporter at The Pioneer newspaper. I am very pleased with what is happening right now. The best part is I dont need to convince anyone of me, i am not a product after all that needs convincing to sell itself and neither I can be bought. The only thing I believe is I have something of my own that somehow keeps me going, it just wont let me die. This little inpiration comes from some corners of the world. All i know is I believe in myself. I will learn more of this and that, and somehow I will get to be known among...