The first Simon and Garfunkel song that I ever heard was Homeward Bound , rendered by Sandy Shaw. It came in a Readers Digest collection of the greatest songs by the greatest songwriters, a list that included John Lennon and Paul McCartney, Burt Bacharach, the BeeGees, Bjorn Ulvaeus and Benny Andersson, and of course Simon and Garfunkel. I was 13 then, discovering my music horizons and where I belonged musicwise. Homeward Bound immediately went to my heart and my head; it seemed impossible to get the tune out of my head, while cycling to school, while bathing, while walking to my violin classes, I was always Homeward Bound . There was something about that 1966 song by two American singers that a 13 year old growing up in the suburbs of Chennai could relate to. For me, home was still a mystery. I had no clue as to where my ‘thoughts were esacpin, where my music’s playing and where my love lies waiting patiently for me’. I thought then that Chennai was my home and that I shouldn’t act...
the writing on the wall is always blurred.