As the ‘Mozart Of Madras’ churned out some of his sparkling chart busters, the crowd went berserk. It was typical ARR at his best and his commitment of giving a treat to his music lovers stands undisputed. There were some notable absentees like SPB, Shankar Mahadevan and Sukhwinder Singh to name a few, who are usually a part of his concerts by default. I missed them but Rahman almost compensated by bringing in host of new and talented artistes. Sivamani enthralled the 80,000 odd audience with his drumsticks and Chithra was seen in her usual elegance. I had the privilege of attending Rahman’s first concert in India, ‘The Unity of Light’ in Calcutta, way back in february, 2003. Since then, he probably has belted more numbers to his credit and recieved numerous laurels including the twin academy awards, but his obsession for music remains unscathed. I guess, that’s what makes him so special. He rounded off the evening with the unanimous ‘Jai Ho’ and his trademark ‘Vande Mataram’.
While on my way out after the concert ended, I heard few people murmuring about the fact that there were very few Tamil tracks and most of it were from his Bollywood blockbusters. Well, my sympathies to those in this part of the world, who have to battle the ghosts of the ‘language barriers’. After all, ‘Music knows no Language’ but seldom do people understand the gravity of the concept. This was pretty evident when the collaborative efforts of Marg & Shakthi Foundation are heading for more such events, which would invoke ‘Oneness’ amongst the human clan.
Way to Go ARR! ‘Jai Ho’ is just the beginning..
I admit, this might come across as an absurd question, but at the end of the day, I strictly believe that a blog is never complete without actually having an article about blogging..!! (Rather why not blogging..)
So here I go..
Where do I begin? I mean why do people all over the planet decide to blog? Is it boredom? Or is it because they are too tired doing something that they have been doing for an infinite period of time and want to indulge in something that invokes curiosity and sheer madness at the same time? Does this concept of blogging have a direct and effectual relationship with human bonding? May be few of them blog because they absolutely detest mankind and want to be a part of a niche fraternity that only includes the ‘I’ phenomenon… (Obviously, the blog furnished is to be read by able and self indulgent human beings who have the ability to cuddle their thought process, if I can consider that to be a reasonable expectation to begin with).
Some might blog because they are exemplary in their own vicinity. Few blog because they consider themselves to be a force to reckon with in Plagiarism. Many blog as they consider themselves to be too inferior to come out in public and divulge their inner credentials. Some feel otherwise. Many write because they have nothing else to do, some pen down memories which would facilitate them during their ‘Alzheimer’ days. Majority always blog because they are never correct. Handful of them blog because they know too much. Some just blog, for reasons known to nobody.
Or, may be, I am insane to blog this for you all. But then, I am proud of myself for what I just did.
Blogging All The Way..!!!!
That’s the kind of impact Mohammad Rafi had on his listeners. His mellifluous voice was God’s gift to mankind and an irreplaceable boon to the fraternity of playback singing. I am fortunate that I grew up listening to his songs, that are considered to be immortal.
Rafi Saab ruled the hearts of people of more than 4 decades and 50’s to 70’s were considered to be his golden era. Late 70’s and 80’s saw the emergence of another genius, in the form of the inimitable Kishore da, but that did not deter Rafi from becoming one of the finest playback singers in the history of Indian Cinema.
Be it fun or frolic, melody or classical, disco or pacy numbers, Rafi Saab was equally adept in handling all kinds of tracks with elan. To say that he influenced a plethora of actors and their status as superstars would be an understatement. He has inspired eras with his versatility and catapulted some ordinary actors in to super stardom by rendering his voice to their physical image. And that to me, is a testimony to Rafi Saab’s talent and a big ‘Salaam’ to his voice, which has produced some absolute gems with phenomenal ease and panache.
“गूंजती है तेरी आवाज़ अमीरों के महल में । झोप्रो की ग़रीबों में भी है तेरे साज़ , यु तो अपने
मौसिकी पर सब को फक्र होता है मगर ऐ मेरे साथी मौसिकी को भी आज तुझ पर नाज़ है “.
नौशाद साब, मैं आपकी तरह लिख नहीं सकता पर इतना ज़रूर कहूँगा की रफी साब एक बेहतेरीन गायक थे, जिनकी मिसाल आज भी दी जाती है और उनके गाने सदा अमर रहेंगे.
रफी साब, आपके नगमों को मेरा सलाम.
Transformers – Revenge of the Fallen is more than just a sequel. It’s an ultimate saga of the triumph of good over evil, Prime versus Megatron and the rejuvenation of the Decepticons, who come to the rescue of the ‘Planet Earth’.
I loved the first part, and I simply adored the second. Scintillating visuals, breathtaking cinematography and astounding special effects make this flick an unforgettable one. Some of the scenes are truly spectacular and are a must see for everyone, especially for the gizmo freaks and the techies. The characters mostly continue from the earlier version and that, for me, is undoubtedly one of the biggest plus points. The editing has been meticulous, to say the least (it is very difficult to sustain such subjects with the same kind of enthusiasm for well over 2 hours and 30 minutes). That is where Speilberg and Bay win this with hands down. The robotic characters do more talking this time and the dialogues are entertaining, at the same time taking us back to history and their evolution.
Yet another extravaganza from the stable of Speilberg and Michael Bay, and I would give them 10 on 10 for this superlative product.
Jackson had just pills in his stomach, reveals autopsy-Hollywood – Entertainment – MSN India
The autopsy details of pop star Michael Jackson give a horrifying picture of the singer at the time of his death – he was a virtual skeleton as he was barely eating, there were only pills in his stomach. He was bald, bruised and also had broken ribs and needle wounds.
MJ’s demise has robbed Pop music of it’s most revered superstar and one of the most iconic figures in the American Music Industry. His death might have come as a shock, but it was inevitable, thanks to the erratic lifestyle and eccentric behaviour in his personal life, which has been under tremendous scrutiny for the last 10 years or so. I have not heard much of his music (have never been a great follower of English music), but the euphoria that surrounded his life and death, provides ample evidence of his prodigious talent and charisma. One wishes that MJ would be remembered, only for his music, which has helped him to survive some of the darkest chapters in his lifetime and makes him one of the most spectacular entertainers of all times.
Michael Jackson is no more but his legacy will live on.
The musical genius who lived many lives-Hollywood – Entertainment – MSN India
He was one of the strangest celebrities ever. But history will remember Michael Jackson as a black man who managed to break through every racial and artistic barrier to become a global pop icon, a true musical genius.