Music rendered unadulterated “Straight from the Bathroom”
There is Job Kurien’s “Straight from the heart” which gives us powerful surges of *insert emotion you get when you hear a song* when you listen to it. Then there are unforgettable melodies by Sooraj Santhosh and the team of “Masala Coffee”, the irresistibly magnetic voice of Abhay Jodhpurkar and Ajay Sathyan in “Sanksruti” and “Prayaan” respectively. And then there are voices drowned amongst millions of other voices by amateurs who sing from their unusually usual place — the bathrooms. Presenting to you “Straight from the Bathroom” series.
Music is created by legends in nature, by masters in the studio, and by amateurs in the bathroom
And here I present to you my first video, a rendering of the Romantic song “Tharapadham Chedoharam” from the movie “Anaswaram”. The song was beautifully sung by SPB and K.S. Chitra.
I hope I have not destroyed the song by singing it.
Approximately one year ago, right around this time, I cursed them. I cursed them harsh.
I hurried up the stairs and glanced at the teacher who was waiting on the top with a smile.
Teacher : Eathu departmentaa?
Me : Engl- English. English Department. First Yearaa.
She smiled at me and pointed towards the room on the left. I ran (okay, I admit, I walked fast) towards the place and stood near the door. It had already started; The meeting. My first day at college had just begun.
The thing that they (our seniors) used to scare us with had a length of two words : Continue reading →
Lying comfortably on the sofa, that face smiled at me, and I smiled back. “You are mine, at least for a few days”. Then it had a bumpy ride in the side-box of my bike. A very precious and a priceless thing in my bike, I giggled. Upon, reaching home, I quickly paced up the stairs. “No, not today. Not Today”.
It was a normal day for me, spending my time with appa in the ‘chayakada’. It was not that far back. In fact, it happened a few days ago. Around 5 O’Clock, four people entered. They were probably in their early twenties. There was laughter and chaos in the wind after their entry. Jokes being thrown and comments being passed (I still wonder whether they said something about me and laughed).
This is not, by any chance, a review of the film. But it is a collection of thoughts and feelings that I experienced on the day I went to watch ‘Da Thadiya’ by Aashiq Abu.
Me : Chetta, 25kg of tata salt.
I was in a shop buying salt for appa’s ‘chayakada’. The shopkeeper went inside and came out bearing a 25kg ‘chaak’ carefully balancing it on his shoulder and placing it on the scooter. I rode off to the shop. There I waited for my father who was very busy inside. So I accepted the task of carrying it myself. I tried to lift it using both hands. It was heavy. Then, I tried another method. I ‘bear hugged’ the ‘chaak’ and Continue reading →
As I turned my cycle and got on it, I suddenly realized the last thing that I had said to him, Paresh.
Me : Enna njaan poyittu varatte?
It was not the type of tone that I usually use to bid a goodbye. Rather, it was more similar to the tone you use when you talk to a kid very much younger than yourself. This got me thinking.
Me : It was true. I used to talk to him as if he was a child studying in maybe 6th or 7th standard. I think that was the reason that I got a strange feeling whenever he called me ‘mone’. I know that he is very much Continue reading →