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The Man, The Masti, The Magic

He wants an Oscar for the music score of Slumdog Millionaire, not his personal interest but for India, for its one billion people, says the Madras Mozart, A R Rahman. You will get it Sir, I am sure. I am so much happy, thrilled, excited on his feat today, the first Indian to be felicitated with the Golden Globe Award.

Allah Rakha Rahman, the only music composer I am an ardent fan of. Not that I don’t like others or their genres, but Rahman is a class apart, ever since the first time I heard, “Dil Hai Chotasa” from Roja.

I do respect seniors and elderly people, who go ga-ga about the legendary music directors of their times like Naushad, O. P. Nayyar, C Ramchandra, S.D., and so on. However, I don’t particularly remember of having tuned in to their music or any music of the yesteryears. R.D. has a great fan following and great respect. Sadly, however, I haven’t liked him much either. I listen to their songs, if it is being played alongside, or if I don’t have the choice to change the channel or the playlist or the FM station. Though I respect that class for their seniority, experimentation, and inspiration they provide, I have hardly ever been a fan of them.

I have liked Jatin-Lalit, Shankar-Loy-Ehsaan, and Vishal-Shekhar, lately. However, my consistent favourite remains to be A R Rahman, and I am the most loyal to him, so much so that my cell phone’s default ringtone is the Airtel jingle that is a Rahman’s composition. I own audio CDs (not MP3) of most of his Bollywood releases, private albums, and compilations. I am not going to repeat about his life and success in music industry, as it is quite evident and almost all know about it. There were few, who criticised me or tried to make me irritated or dissuade me from admiring his music by saying he is repetitive, and his music sounds like someone beating empty utensils. I never bothered though, and continued to religiously to love him music, more and more every time. I just loved to get lost in his music, the beats, the rhythm, the harmony. One of my dear friend from Bangalore, Sandip, aptly describes his music as soul searching, it truly is. It is very difficult pick out his best compositions, as everything is awesome. Listen to “Yeh Jo Des Hai Tera” [Swades], “Khwaja Mere Khwaja” [Jodha Akbar], “Kahin Toh” from [Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na], “Urvasi Urvasi” [Humse Hai Muquabla], “Dilse Re” [Dil Se], “Ajooba” [Jeans], “Kehna Hi Kya” [Bombay], and of course my all time best “Dil Hai Chotasa” [Roja]. Not that these are the only ones I like, I love each and every compilation of Rahman, I have just probably picked out these few as a drop from a sea that has abundance of musical creativity. He, indeed is the best, I would love to be listening to his songs when on my deathbed, that would be the best form of death I could ever wish for :-), yes, this man and his music does make me emotional, I just start flowing, not worrying much about what is happening around.
A R Rahman, the man with Midas Touch, brightens up every musical note with a lustre of his own, turning it into gold(en) globe award winning compilation. Truly, indeed, “The Man, The Masti, The Magic”.

Comments

Nikhil Pagdhare said…
AR Rehman Rocks.... U have made us proud. VANDE MATARAM.
sandipwrites said…
Most outstanding characteristic of this man is his cool head on sensible shoulders. Unlike other arrogant music directors whose mouth speaks more than their tunes.
Anonymous said…
Hey man.. I just felt d same as you.. I wanna talk to u on phn.. Wanna discuss smthng abt arr.. As we both are true rahmaniac.. How could I contact u man??

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