>> Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Who will I tell my life story to if not to everyone on the internet?
oh, and if you are interested in funny stuff, don't read this.
My devotion to A.R. Rahman's music began in a very roundabout way..
It all started with Veer-Zaara, Having hated Shahrukh Khan for about my whole life, I typically ended up having a crush on him (my crush list grows weirder as I grow older and includes Karan Johar, Ranveer Shouri, Prashanth {the hero in Jeans} and Rupert Grint, and oh, for about one and a half hours Joy Mukherjee). So there I was, in what I concluded was real love and decided to see all the SRK movies ever made which incidentally included
1) Chamatkar
2)Karan Arjun
which led to Dil Se, and I was floored, not by him, but the music, and what had been a liking turned into an obsession.

A.R. Rahman grew gradually into a mania for me. The effect his music has is probably indescribable, but I will try for once. Have you ever heard a tune, wordless tune, which has brought a lump in your throat because of its tragic beauty, that you try to listen to it again and again so that you might envelope your whole soul into the music, so that your mind is the music itself? Unless you are in love with music, you won't understand what I mean.

A.R. Rahman's music is probably the closest thing to love I have ever experienced. Unsurprisingly, ever since this obsession, I have never had a crush on anyone, ever. All I ever wish is to meet him once and thank him for everything he has given to music, for making my life so much more better.

And here starts another long, long wait for the album Guru to release. I wish I was a Tamilian and lived there to have access to all his creations and understand him. But Rahman is unbeatable in one characteristic, his music can portray emotions even if they are wordless, so language, somehow, is not much of a barrier.


Well, here goes nothing

Knock Knock,
Back to where I belong..
Oh, and in case u don't understand my life motives yet, please do not send the link to this site to my mum, I will probably be abandoned in the blossoming youth of my life...
Not that I always wanted to be a weirdo...
When I was six, I swear I wanted to be a nice, respectable doctor and be a nightclub singer in my breaks..things did not turn out well I suppose, a distaste towards blood grew gradually and I learnt pretty early that if I begin to sing, I will just be adding more patients in my clinic, so a dream blew away...
I was 12 when I decided I should be a journalist. My friend was to be a doctor and sell kidnies and stuff, and I would expose her and become famous overnight (so I was never a very nice girl, so sue me for that).
I was 16-17, when my friend, let her be called SK1, and I decided that we should devote our lives to a finer cause, like serving the poor, meaning us, and be well, not thieves, its a strong word, entrepreneurs, should we say?
And here I am, a student studying the nitty-gritties of Economics and wondering why have I been thus cursed?
Everyone has sad stories to tell..
this is my life..my tragedy..
Who am I?
I am an ad libber....


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