Where do you go to my lovely?

Listening to the soundtrack of The Darjeeling Limited, I realise how obsessed or at least the obsession I place in finding the "perfect" soundtrack.

Perhaps a little over dramatic, but I belong to the school of thought where there are fireworks when you have that kiss, Bach's Air on G string when you see him for the first time and "Don't stop till you get enough" when you want to... you know....

*ahem*

Perhaps my obsession is misplaced. Because I am so bent on waiting for the cue and for the first chords to come that sometimes, the moment/person, slips past.

To place some objectivity on this train of thought, I told myself, in my relationship with The Lawyer, that it would never work out, since I would never play RETRO at my wedding, and he has "questionable" music tastes.

I would also highlight that Melbourne Airport houses a precious memory of Shan singing GNR's "Patience" while I waited for a final boarding call.

Or that time when The Doctor held me and my 3 month old niece as we swayed to bossa nova in my living room.

Point is: My life's memorable moments all had soundtracks. How could it not?

Moving on, I am waiting for The Soundtrack. And we all know how this is going. I could end up with white noise. But the thrill of hearing those opening chords...

Surely, that is worth looking for...