Banquet Treasured!

Those were the days when feeding myself with Hindi in the morning and Telugu in the evening was a practice. Waiting for the songs from ‘Sadma’ in radio Ceylon’s ‘aap hi ke geet’ is still cherished. There were many unfavorable mornings and evenings. But on a favorable evening in the same year, I could treasure this Eternal Gift in my little mind.
Savor the feast!

Health booster!

His songs are instant health boosters. No matter how much tired you are, listening to one song can make you energetic. As for me he is the only classicist who composes as per the structure of a particular language. You feel so happy when the pallavi starts, the interludes and the charanams will surely surprise you. Enjoy the ride!

Blessed Ears!

Treating the ear drums with these drops of nectar was a practice that was followed regularly by me. Tasting His music for the first time made me feel that if the music I tasted all these years is sweet like sugar, then His music is sweeter like honey. After tasting some more, honey became nectar. Over the years I started comparing it to oasis in a desert, rain in hot summer, gold and diamond mines, Everest and Himalayas, seas and oceans, kamadhenu and kalpatharu, oxygen in air etc, until the day I realized it is beyond comparison.
After a time, ears were greeted with many flavorless flavors in the name of music which started bursting like bubbles touching the brawny barricades. I started considering my ears as supremely favored.
One more drop for you to taste...

Showers of praise

Our country has given birth to a number of talented music directors who make us proud. It is hard to say who is great and who is not as every one of them has equally enthralled the audience. All the music directors command equal amount of love and respect from the listeners. At one time the listeners were followers of all the composers .There was no comparison among these greats. When dipping the senses in the streams of honey became a routine, the ears naturally turned out to be fully grown with good sense of music. Who knew that some of these mellowed ears were destined to dip their senses in the ocean of nectar? What could be the level of mellowness of these ears? Definitely beyond belief, isn’t it? The senses which tasted both honey and nectar fall into one class. The era that followed, being flooded with nectar, was definitely privileged. The senses that belong to this era fall into another class. Then there was barge in of Pepsis and Colas to muddle up the senses of present era that entirely fall into a different class, for which transitory joy is adequate, feeling comfortable with Pepsi Colas and sometimes trying to taste the nectar with out having the aptitude and without knowing its worth.
Senses that got used to honey and nectar can only taste Pepsi colas, but may not relish because they very well know its worth. Honey showered praises on Nectar and Nectar paid tributes to Honey, but Pepsi Cola acquired more popularity by advertising and exhibiting self appreciation.

Here is a Drop from the Ocean of Nectar!

My Collection

Summer break for me was the time to hunt for the tunes that were saved in my minds memory and to make hard copies, as it was the only time when we were brought to our native land. I was going on banking the priceless charms while my mates were busy gathering pebbles. At times I used to present them one or more from my stockpile. They would merrily listen and relish while I would proudly assert the ‘Name’ of the creator ensuring it is preserved in their minds enduringly.

The Night Of Elucidation

My First Raaja Song.

My mind suddenly sent signals to my hand which was tuning my small radio, my best friend ever, to hold a station which was playing something that was treating my ears with an inconceivable pleasure. After a few seconds, my soul registered The Name 'Ilaiyaraaja' when a voice from All India radio announced the music director’s name who fashioned the song that my mind has just recorded.The voice that proclaimed the name echoed from the cosmos. There was sudden stillness in the air that delimited me. At once I thanked my best friend for giving me a fabulous present, and retired to the bed humming only the last two lines , ‘peru cheppana nee roopu cheppana’ that I could listen to. Since I was in a place that received the south Indian radio channels only during night time,the nights that followed, witnessed me and my best friend searching for the ‘Name’ and yearning for the songs that followed or preceeded the ‘Name’.
Our search delivered fine results and I was victoriously hoarding His tunes in my mind.