It must be this rhapsody or none, The rhapsody of things as they are.
The Internet changes everything. People are online meeting boyfriends and girlfriends, you don't have to be out drinking and drugging to find somebody nowadays.
Sometimes I get more of a mainstream crowd that just is not moving to what I'm playing. I have to have crossover secret weapons.
I feel lucky that I didn't have to give up music in exchange for getting clean. I wouldn't recommend that anyone else continue to DJ while they're getting clean.
The longer I stay clean, the better my beats are getting and the easier it is to zero in on one idea. Because I really want to, often, try to get an idea across. I can really get to the essence of a song better if I'm clean and I'm not waking up with a hangover.
Truth is a torch which gleams in the fog but does not dispel it.
People believe that if a hijra curses you, bad things will happen. That God Ram blessed hijras with this power, that our blessings and curses will come true. People give us money because they are scared of our curse. Now that's the only way hijras can survive - by saying, "Give me money, otherwise I'll curse you. " That clap, which scares people, has become our identity. In a way, you use myths and misconceptions for your own survival.
They say when you meet the love of your life, time stops, and that's true. What they don't tell you is that when it starts again, it moves extra fast to catch up.
Life bites like a dog.