I began my journey in music in 1987. Every Sunday I would sit as close as possible to the choir at the Sacred Heart Father's Church. I would gaze in awe as the guitarist would strum through the hymns, rhythms and chords that fascinated me.

My Father had bought a really beat acoustic guitar from the local auction for Rupees 90 (about 2 dollars). Although it was strung with just a couple of rusty strings, I would try my best to mimic what I had seen in the choir. I remember how I used to strum wildly on the old guitar, and my sister would walk in to the room saying "George!!! Please spare us the agony!!", although I was convinced it sounded good to MY ears. J

There was this old German baby piano at home. Although it was way out of tune, and most of the keys would not function, we all used to love playing tunes on it. My Mother was a genius on the piano. She was a grade-8 honors student with a certificate from the London Trinity School of Music. She used to dazzle us, and I would bath myself in the complex music she would play for us. My Father had brought back many classical Records when he returned from his Engineering training in Russia. He had picked out the best of the best. Some of my favorites included 'Mozart', 'Beethoven', ‘Mantovani’ and many others.