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This is one of my favourite songs. This is one of my favourite bands. If I ever do get married, this would probably be the song I’d want to play at the wedding. How I feel about The Beatles is how my mum feels about Rabindranath Tagore. No matter what the mood, occasion or feeling, there is always that one song by them that is appropriate.

This is something I’d written about them long ago:

My love affair with the Beatles started when I was a kid- around the 5th grade, I think. Not in the grandest way imaginable. The first song I heard wasn’t ‘Here comes the sun’ or the sublime ‘Norwegian Wood’ or even ‘I Wanna Hold Your Hand’. It was Obladi Oblada. That’s right. A music competition, and that was the song they picked for us. No wonder we didn’t win. Next came ‘When I’m 64’. All this in school, mind you. Sorta makes me wonder- what were they thinking? Or smoking, for that matter. Possibly it was the good ole Indian school system trying to keep us safe from thoughts of love and kissing and all the weird wonderful things that the Beatles would inevitably expose us to. Anyway.
I really want to write about this properly, y’know? But I’m a ‘Nowhere Man’ right now. Sometime soon but. For sure. My relationship with The Beatles is probably best described as the on-again-off-again boyfriend, whom you keep going back to, before finally realizing that he’s the one, and falling deeply,passionately, and irrevocably in love.

“all the lonely people, where do they all come from
all the lonely people, where do they all belong?”