Memory Trigger 24. Fishing.

I had left my cellphone at home while I had gone out to lunch with some friends. On my return, I found that there were four missed calls from a strange number. I called the number to find a very old friend on the other end, whom I hadn’t seen or heard from in over a decade.

I apologised for not having taken the phone with me and he promptly asked, if I had gone fishing! The connection was that many decades ago, we had gone fishing together off the coast of Bombay and instead of fish had caught a few crabs! Both of us laughed at that memory and caught up with all other news.

That discussion however reminded me of this amazing song by Chris Rea. One of the few songs that I liked but, which Urmeela did not. Please read the lyrics at the end to understand why she did not like the song.

Chris Rea – Gone Fishing Lyrics
I’m gone fishing
I got me a line
Nothing I do is gonna make the difference
So I’m taking the time

And you ain’t never gonna be happy
Anyhow, anyway
So I’m gone fishing
And I’m going today

I’m gone fishing
Sounds crazy I know
I know nothing about fishing
But just watch me go

And when my time has come
I will look back and see
Peace on the shoreline
That could have been me

You can waste a whole lifetime
Trying to be
What you think is expected of you
But you’ll never be free

May as well go fishing.

Songwriters: MARK PISTEL, PHILLIP M. STEIR
Gone Fishing lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

This entry was posted in Family, Friendship, Nostalgia and tagged . Bookmark the permalink.

12 Responses to Memory Trigger 24. Fishing.

  1. You can waste a whole lifetime
    Trying to be
    What you think is expected of you
    But you’ll never be free

    I’ve never been interested in fishing, but I certainly haven’t wasted my life trying to fit into someone else’s mold. Life is too precious and I was lucky enough to realize that at an early age.
    Cheerful Monk recently posted..Watch out for Headlines

    • I never came across even one song by Chris Rea that did not strike a cord in my emotions Monk. This one did for more than one reasons though I did not identify myself with wanting to go fishing and not going back.

  2. Shackman says:

    In my experience, people who love to fish are almost evangelical in their enthusiasm. Like sailing, fishing is something I did occasionally but never developed a passion for.

    • I have done a fair bit of fishing all over India including for Mahsheer in Karnataka and trout up in Munar. After I busted my hip joints, that is another sport that I gave up as the terrain is never safe enough!

  3. Ursula says:

    Yes, Ramana, I understand both your and Urmeela’s respective like and dislike of the lyrics of this song. There is a certain built-in melancholia in many of your gender, a yearning to roam freely that even the most committed of men will feel. Touches me wherever I see it. And it has nothing to do with “fishing”.

    U
    Ursula recently posted..The Alternative Comment Box, 5 – Fishy

  4. tammy j says:

    I can see why Urmeela might have not appreciated the last of the lyrics.
    and Ursula’s comment is sensitive and probably spot on. for most men anyway.
    there is that wild thing in them even when they’ve been tamed into the life of husband and father. a longing perhaps that never quite goes away.
    I like Chris Rea’s voice. not all that familiar with him really.
    and as an aside on the fishing topic itself. when I set the hook I caught a little perch (they’re fighters you know!) and the hook went right through his eye. I tried carefully to take the hook out as quickly as possible to save his life. I was sobbing! his blood was as red as my own. I put him back in the water.
    I never fished again.
    tammy j recently posted..the simple metaphor

    • I have done a fair bit of fishing all over India Tammy. I have fished for Mahsheer in Karnataka and trout up in Munar. After I busted my hip joints, that is another sport that I gave up as the terrain is never safe enough! I have also gone to see in trawlers in many places.

  5. Wisewebwoman says:

    I loved fishing with my buddy who was avid. It’s not about the fish at all, but about leaving the rat race just for a while and being free to be silent, casting, tying, casting, water, flies, sun. Lunch. We both knew this. It taught me to be still.

    XO
    WWW
    Wisewebwoman recently posted..The Beginning of a Marriage

  6. My ex-love, loved to fish – he had rods, swivels, weights and of course line – he would spend hours making his equipment good – he even bought me a rod for our wedding present. BUT I caused him so much grief with my techniques that he suggested i bring my crafts/books and do them, as far away as possible from his line of sight “suited me”

    His fishing in time grew to be “just time out” as did my time in the car with my stuff…you might be wondering why I even went. Well you see he couldn’t drive a car! But I could…

    I think he still goes fishing … he is relatively close to a beach (20mins walk)

    And I don’t drive, don’t have a car…I would prefer to be surrounded by my art-materials at home, far more comfortable for sure 🙂

Comments are closed.