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Zubeen Garg Tribute – More Than a Singer

Zubeen Garg Tribute – More Than a Singer | A Reflection by Amaljit Bharali 🎵 Zubeen: More Than a Singer (Originally written in September 2025, posted today) Frankly speaking, Zubeen was a sensation way back in my Salt Brook Academy days in 2006. Higher secondary life — first time away from family, stepping into a new world. It was the time of many “firsts”: first freedom, first confusion, first taste of growing up. We had borrowed Walkmans, cheap batteries, and Zubeen songs on repeat till the batteries died out. Those were crazy days. Later, during my engineering hostel days, I saw the madness of Zubeen’s fans. People worshipped him. But to be honest, his late shows, his drinking, his blunt words straight to people’s faces — those things didn’t impress me much. His songs were magic, but the man felt… complicated. As days passed and life got busier, the sensation called Zubeen gradually lost that early spark for me. Then tragedy struck — and suddenly, all t...

🖋️ 02 November 2025 — Sixteen Years Later, The Blog Finally Begins

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“Some stories take time. Mine apparently needed sixteen years and one office newsletter.” Last Thursday, something quietly special happened — my first ever piece of writing was published in our office newsletter . 🥳 You can read it here (yes, this link is now officially part of my writer origin story): 👉 My First Writing – Office Newsletter That one small article somehow reignited the writing fire in me — the one that had been snoozing comfortably for over a decade and a half. I actually opened this Blogger account sixteen years ago. Back then, I was all enthusiasm, no discipline, and had one grand plan: “I’ll start blogging soon.” Fast-forward to **2025** — older, hopefully wiser, and finally pressing *Publish*. Guess some people don’t need deadlines… they need decades. 😅 But it’s never too late to start something that makes you feel alive. My recent Denmark trip (10–23 August 2025) turned out to be an unexpected reboot button. The experience opened my eyes to how differen...