but it rained...
are reported missing each year...
" ... Meanwhile, relatives of the four kidnapped tourists are back in the country to make yet another appeal. It has been a year now since the abduction, and the last seven months have seen little but a stony silence.
"Amid reports of illness, injury and threats of death, was the uncertainty of not knowing what to believe ... she did not even get to say goodbye" said the wife of one of the hostages. More appeals have been made some even by other militant organisations, but the message is ..."
This is an excerpt from a magazine report published more than 5 years ago. It hit us in the face then, it still tingles in the spine each time. We wrote this song then, in an effort to feel the uncertainty, the futility, ourselves. To share the yet shimmering hope of those who are left waiting for a loved one. At times forever. It's worse still, not having even said a goodbye, or caught the last eye. As funerals are. Ceremonial farewells, perhaps?
Five long years, not a word, nor a trace. Some of them have still not given up, as we read in the papers recently. They wait, even today ... we can hear the strain ...
This tune also reaches out to the memory of our dearest brother Surya Subramanian, who believed in this song more than any of us. And less than a week after we recorded it, 2 days after a concert at the very venue he met us first, he left us waiting. He met with with a tragic accident on his way to join us in Hyderabad, and it is to his loving spirit, that we dedicate this song.
Nitin had this hummin' in his mind for while, which leads in to the introduction and also forms the basic chorus. And then it’s those ‘tingles in the spine’ all the way. All 13 of us thrashed out the lyrics for flawlessness, resulting in none, zilch political incorrectness. And none can dig deeper in pathos than Sharat and his violin. So he sways the low tides in there. Somehow all our, singles if we may say, turn out to be album size efforts. Taking months of scoring and re-scoring, weeks of hair splitting, hours and days of recording and mixing, in that order, scores and tons of inputs and impromptu additions, and rare omissions. We'd no less than 67 tracks to mix on this one. But it's a nice matured tune in the end, and we're all sated, having felt and played our parts, literally too.
So it's only in order that we thank the contributers. Nigel, Dinah, Gyan, Debu, Vipin and Megha. The The Rock Street Journal, or RSJ ever since they turned 'fasht', for letting us dream, yet again. The parents, friends, critics, computers, Joy and his VSS 880, our guitars, keyboards, Dilips Drum kit and Nitin-Sonam-Saurabh-Subir-Sharat-Dilip-Chintan et al .. thanks all ye' ... :o}