A day in the life of LIFE

Music in any form is something that I have enjoyed through the years, but there are very few songs have caught my attention so much that they get ingrained in memory simply for the quality of music and emotion that they portray.

The last Bollywood song that I remember belonging to this category was “Kya Mujhe Pyaar Hai” from Woh Lamhe. But looking at the Kannada film industry, there has not been a single song of this repute that I’ve enjoyed as much for a long time.

As they say, for music to be classified as “classic”, it should be near perfect in all constituent aspects including melody, tune, lyrics, emotion, situation and most of all how it is packaged and rendered in totality.

For almost 4 weeks now, I have been listening to one particular song that has swept me off my feet – “Ninnindale..Ninnindale..” from the movie Milana. The first time I heard this was on a local FM station while returning from work at 11:30 in the night, and has since redefined my liking for the song, each time I listen to it, so much that it has mandated a separate blog post to be dedicated to it.

With music being composed by none other than Mano Murthy , lyrics by Jayanth Kaikini, ,picturised in the exotic locations of Europe and melodiously rendered by Sonu Nigam and Shreya Ghoshal, this song just makes the listener sway and get fully immersed into the elements of the song.

Kudos to the team that put together this song. It simultaneously brings out emotions of energy ,tranquility love & angst, and combines the genres of rock, hip hop, fusion and classical carnatic. A unique combination indeed.

And even as I listen to the song in repeat mode on my laptop for the 21st time in the past 4 hours, I also find the same reverberating through the headphones of colleagues around me, and am not sure this would continue for many days to come.

Signing off, here I am, diving deep into the melody of the music. “Ninnindale Ninnindale..” turn on the volume guys. This is heavenly..

P.S. - Thanks to M.V. for sharing this song.

After a long absence for over 6 weeks on the blogsphere, I am back with a bang with as much fanfare as that accompanying Benazir Bhutto's return to Pakistan.

I am happy for Benazir. After allegations of corruption against her and her husband Zardari (who by the way was called Mr. Dus Percent), apparently Mushi who has a heart of olive (yes, everything about Mushi is Green - his uniform, his vegetable meal, his envy, well, it is understood that he refuses to touch anything non green lest he be stripped of his uniform), had a change of opinion towards Mr. & Mrs. Bhutto(or rather Mr. and Mrs. Zardari) and offered the olive branch (see,there's green again :)) as a mark of friendship, and has thus managed to stage a puppet democacy in Pakistan. And the stage is set for Benazir's return in a style comparable that used for the victorious T 20 team. She would be on an 18 hour procession from the Karachi airport to the mausoleum of Jinnah,in a specially modified 20-foot shipping container attached to the back of a lorry. What joy!

Since I am not expert on international politics, all inferences drawn are part of those of a demented mind, trying to make sense of why such similar things happen in the sub continent.

You see, Bhutto's compatriot, Sonia has had a see saw on the nuclear deal as frequent as Rahul Dravid's recent visits to the pavilion, and the joke that during the rounds is that congressmen call up the left for permission even before they visit the rest room.

Meanwhile, even as Inzy wobbled off the field like an overused bull dozer, struggling with his English, just as he used to a couple of decades ago, Sachin is showing no signs of retirement. A recent report said that he is keen on playing with his son in the same Indian team, claiming that Boost was the secret of his energy. One word of caution though for Sachin. Hope his son does not face the same fate as Rohan Gavaskar.(Rohan who??)

I cannot compare the movie industries of the two countries, since I know not of a single hit Pakistani film, actor or actress, so my mind draws a blank there.

Finally, even as the Indian aviation industry gears up to carry Mallya's tummy oops baby, the all new "Simplifly deccan" in true Kingphiser ishtyle is set to create a new record. I heard they are now proposing to launch "a free air ticket with every beer" scheme to promote the newly launched brand. If changing the color of paint could change performance, the "hangover in the head" Indian cricket team could do with a change in uniforms.

Coming to think of it, do Pakistanis have any other option other than PIA? Maybe they are going to allow Air China to operate domestic services.

Enough of comparisons! Even as we bask in our similarities and bite into our differences, the aam aadmi on both sides is yet to get his necessities of roti, kapda, makaan and mobile! the sooner, the better...