When ever I go to Delhi, I visit Ravi Gulatis home to meet his mom, sis Sonya, and the Manzil gang, that has now become a band. They are the most cheerful and noisy bunch of youngsters that jam up every night.
I feel privileged to have witnessed a group of youngsters practicing music and now to see them as professionals. They might not agree, but me thinks that the bhajan they were forced to sing every night by Ravi's mother at the end of every session must have compelled God to forgive and bless them.
I feel privileged to have witnessed a group of youngsters practicing music and now to see them as professionals. They might not agree, but me thinks that the bhajan they were forced to sing every night by Ravi's mother at the end of every session must have compelled God to forgive and bless them.
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