THE YEAR WAS 2003. I was a punky little pre-teen in rock-obsessed Bangalore who was nowhere near confident enough to own her obsession with girl-pop yet. But while I was listening to Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera in the shadows (or at low volume), I found a gateway girl musician who married the music I loved with one of the more ‘socially accepted’ music genres in my city— Avril Lavigne. Lavigne had a rebellious pink streak in her hair, wore combat boots and played electric guitar–and she could rock a corset with grungy, low-rise jeans while she did it.