I have always liked studying with the television on. I like studying with music on, but usually I get more involved with music and get easily distracted. Ideally, the television should be playing one of those old Hindi and Tamil films that I have seen so many times, that I know every damn dialogue, situation and costume. I just look up when I think the scene is particularly interesting. But today when Yaadon Ki Baraat was on, I was stunned by an acute realization.
We don’t have a family song. (Gasp!)
What if a dear one and I go to some mela and get bichdo-fied? How will we find each other? What song will we sing? Since I am not fond of tattoos, there’s no way we can get the same matching-matching tattoo either. It will have to be a song. Then, another stunning realization.
When I was growing up, we didn’t have a family song either.
Such is the mark of callous parenting, that my parents just made me mug up our address, phone number, pin code, their work numbers, neighbour’s number etc. Apart from that, I also had to carry some form of an ID. But no song? What if I had gotten lost while my mother was lovingly buying tomatoes? What if I had lost my way home, what song would I sing at the police station to communicate to the cops that they had to look for a person who knew the same song? Come to think of it, my parents never made me and my sister wear similar clothes either. Unlike the perfect family in this song – where the kids were similar black bow ties with grey shorts and a strange coloured shirt.
I need a unique song. Need of the hour. I have now decided that composing a family song with suitably mushy lyrics about love, bonding, blood, separating etc is more important than disserting. Family comes first. Okay?