|Shanu and I fooling around the mango trees in my nana and nani's backgarden|
|Christmas eve night in Tikrit. Shanu had pulled my hair I think!|
But what we did bond over was all the music that we listened to while growing up. This involved equal participation from both of us, loud singing and frenetic dancing blurring the age gap. Road trips were frequent at the time and my dad used to have a constant supply of music in the car which we sang along to lustily! We belted out "Brother Louie Louie loueeeeyyyy" (the only words we really knew in the song, the rest of the song interspersed with gibberish and an extra loud yell for the words we did know) and then some rubbishy lyrics we made up "Oh she's doin what she's dooeeey. Oh leave it Louie, she's undercover" or perhaps it was "Oh I'm her lovahhhhh"! Motion sickness and my dad's penchant for zipping crazily down the hair pin bends from Wellington to Bangalore were forgotten while we sang along to our favourite Madonna album, "Papaaaa, don't preach...I'm in trouble deeeeep...and I've made up my minddddd I'm keepin' my babyyy", our voices screeching out the last word and then quickly gasping for breath before the next "Ooh, gonna keep my bay-bayyy, ooooo,ohhh"!
|That's Flash Gordon and Dale in the center!|
I learnt all the songs from Top Gun from Shanu, her love for Tom Cruise and yelling "I feel the neeed...the need for speed" strengthened from her 23 or was it 27 viewings of the movie! Sashaying around the bedroom while singing "Lucky lips are always kissing" and all the other Cliff Richard songs we had recorded as a part of a full length concert on video tape; watching Neil Diamond belt out "Sweet Caroline"; or patiently sitting aside while Shanu recorded herself singing Air Supply's "Unchained Melody" - those were the times when we bonded, albeit with her bogus colour prejudiced rules! Saving up bottle caps for a competition where we won (or rather she won) a Fido Dido t-shirt and a Pepsi Hits audio cassette resulted in her walking around constantly in the over-sized t-shirt singing "Black Velvettttt". I think we wore out that tape on our road trips! I watched in awe when she returned from boarding school in Delhi (replete with a dangerously edgy new hair do and repulsive bermuda shorts that she claimed were "all the rage") and catwalked for me to Salt n' Peppa's "Let's talk about sex" which was also "all the rage". I later imitated her while alone, catwalking and flipping my hair about!
|With our mom picnicking somewhere in Iraq|
As the traffic cleared and Sarthak's voice came back on the radio, Sid looked at me and said. "Ok, I have to tell you something. Actually Shaheen liked a lot of the music I did as a kid. I'm just embarrassed to admit it. Whenever you point out a song she likes, I'm like "Oh my god, I liked that too". I'm as dodgy as your sister"! I smiled at him as I got out of the car, "Dodgy's good, I like dodgy! It's all I've ever known really"! And with that I got out humming Eurythmics' "Sweet Dreams", another dodgy favourite!