I’ve spent the whole of today thinking about the first few months on the Internet. We had one of the first few internet accounts in India. An unassuming vsnl account perhaps. I had a powwow username. I can’t quite describe how avante-garde that was. I felt like I was on the edge of the bleeding-edge.
It comes back today with this news about Roger Ebert. It was one of the first times I realised my love of cinema wasn’t as immature and idiotic as I thought it was. It was legitimate. This love for film was real and absolute.
But among other things, I also discovered this today. So whilst I lamented the loss of Ebert, I heard this amazing rendition of Pehla Nasha. When I sit down to think of Pehla Nasha, I think of being a 11 year old. The idea of your ‘first intoxication’ is a bit heady when taken literally.
That’s what the internet felt like. An intoxication. To put it into perspective, it was the first addiction I had. The first time I felt absolutely absorbed into the fabric of the universe. The first crazy-handshake-tune of meeting strangers. The IRC chats that led to strangers who had no idea where I lived.
I was so eager to fall in love at that age. Because I was convinced that it was the ultimate high. Convinced by beautiful songs from the East and the West, I had been waiting to fall in love since I was about eight. When it finally happened, it was so depressing and a complete let-down. Yes, it was a new love – a new reason to wait. My heart was filled with the binary tune of handshakes and data streams.
Pehla Nasha. That it was.