Bob

Bob is motivation. Bob is voice. Bob is pure entertainment. Bob is defiance. Bob is a rebel. Bob is creativity. Bob is dreamland. Bob is thirst. Bob is desert. Bob is......... Bob is Bob.

My love affair with him began when I rode on the most simple guitar strums one balmy Bombay afternoon. I'm still trying to find the answers to those simplest of questions he asked me. How many times must the cannon balls fly before they are forever banned is on my mind right now. & the other day while I heard about Malegaon blasts I was thinking how many deaths will it take for us to know that too many people have died.

Bob I'm gathering people wherever I roam. & I have accepted that the water around me is growing. & I have accepted that soon I'll be drenched to the bone. Yes my time to me is worth savin' so I've started swimming & I won't sink like a stone. I know the times they are a-chaning'.