Most memorable ARR Songs - Vol 1.

Baradwaj Rangan has celebrated fifteen years of AR Rahman. Now, I belong to a generation that really grew up with A R Rahman. I was a sprightly young kid of 10 when ARR released Roja, and my four years of Engineering college would best be described as two years of ARR and two years of Ilayaraja (I wouldn’t be accused of blasphemy now, God’s name has been mentioned in this post celebrating music!) Indeed, I spent my fifteen opinion building years with ARR’s music and hence the motivation for a blog that promises to look at how the man actually was an ideal foil to many of my happy, sad, defining, coming-of-age, nostalgic, memorable moments. I am sure the next fifteen years of ARR and similar exalted souls’ music will warrant another blog entry in 2022. But that’s some time away. To cut a long first para short with a summary line –

“I am going to attempt listing my most memorable ARR Songs with wordy explanations that are wordy to convey emotion and not for any other reason. Here is Part 1 of the list. In no particular order – here we go.

1. Kadhal Rojave (Roja)– Sometime in my quarterly holidays of my sixth standard, my parents took me to Bangalore. A trip I still remember for two reasons – firstly that was my first flight journey and the second – AR Rahman. It was a car journey from Hosur to Bangalore and one of our “well-to-do” uncles was flaunting his car stereo to us. Being the inquisitive, impressionable kid, I asked him to play Roja, which was a chart buster at that time. Sujata’s humming in that dark road and those deep beats still resonate in my mind. It was a song best heard in that kind of situation. Fifteen years on, whenever I see the music video – I replace the poignant and emotional Mani Ratnam shot visuals with Harish, his dad, mom and uncle driving on that traffic-less Bangalore (!) road.
2. Haira Haira – Thanks to Ganesh Natarajan for reinventing this song. This song symbolizes the joys of being a sixteen year old adolescent. Aishwarya Rai dressed up so tastefully by Shankar, and described by all the finest poetry of Vairamuthu. It makes ARRs job of setting it on tune easy isn’t it? For lines like “50 kg tajmahal” “Pocket sizeil vennilavu” “Ottrai kaalile pookkal nirpadhu un koondhalil ninraadatthaan”, Vairamuthu is the hero of this ARR creation!
3. Sonnaalum Ketpadhillai (Kaadhal Virus) – This is one song I so associated myself as I grew out of college crushes. For the 20 year old Harish, Harini singing “Kadaisiyil kalandhen kadale” was her complicity to accept my proposal! I so seemed to think that Harini was the voice of my college crush. Such were the days. The flute in the beginning of the song played to my twenty year old tunes. Ah! What bliss.
4. Azhage Sugama (Paarthale Paravasam) – I think Mr. KB had the song in mind when he named the film. It is completely “Kettaale Paravasam”. Paravasam on hearing those Ganesh Kumaresh violin interludes. Paravasam on Srinivas’ effortless innovation during the song. Paravasam on seeing Simran’s suggestive beauty on screen in an otherwise pointless movie. Paravasam on hearing my favorite Sahana given such amazing treatment by the real hero. ARR. My third and fourth year of Engineering would have been incomplete without this song.
5. “Vellai Pookkal” (Kannathil Muthamittaal) – Mr. Girish, my parents and I had just played Side A of the just released Kannathil sound track on my 70W PMPO BPL Tape recorder circa 2002. And for 5 minutes no one spoke. The dour walls of my house seemed to accentuate the effect. It was a deathly silence. All of us at the end were looking at each other and grinning in bliss. ARR’s voice set to the beautiful Hamsadwani aided by some powerfully simple guitars is all it takes to elevate mundane lives. Ofcourse – lines like “Malare sombal muritthu ezhugave” add to the pleasure. I used to laugh at people who glorified cute kids. No more.
6. Dating – Boys. 2003. My ARR godfather, Mr. Girish had just left for Singapore. And what a tonic to help me cope with his absence! I was completely bowled over by the brilliant juxtaposition of English and Tamil lyrics. And what wordplay. Shankar is the king of extracting wordplay! Muga naga natpadhu natpalla nenjin thaga naga natpadhu natpaagum. Karka kasadara karpavai kattrapin marakka cheivadhu Love aagum. Thiruvalluvar needs to learn from these guys! Blaaze was Rahman’s greatest contribution to India after Vande Mataram I used to think!
   
7. Varaaga Nadhikaraiyoram – Sangamam 1999. The energy in the song got me addicted instantly. I cant remember the number of times I rewinded and replayed the song the day it got released. This I must say was my discovery of the love I had for Qawwali and Shankar "Breathless" Mahadevan.
8. Zikr – Bose (2005) – This is when I died a million deaths over two months. The song I have shut doors, windows, switched off lights in the room for. To focus on the divine rendition. I experienced my first high in life over this song – Before I ever got high on Alcohol. Maafi Qalbi Ghairullah indeed.
9. Mellisaye – Mr. Romeo (2001-2002). The years indicate my addiction to the song. Mr. BK and I got hooked to this flowing composition mainly for Srinivas’ shining performance and the Ilayarajaesque flavor to this ARR song. This song was Srini’s debut for ARR on a lead role. And what a start.
10. Anbenra Mazhaiyile – Minsara Kanavu (1996). I was in Raipur visiting cousins on a summer vacation. Young Vasudha (an aspiring singer) was singing this unbelievably divine song on Bajaj Sapthaswarangal. Fervent shopping later, I listened with my cousin to this outstanding piece of rendition by Anuradha “Under utilized” Sriram. I had to include this on my ARR tribute. ARR has that divine streak in him. This song seems to vindicate it.

To be continued.

Self Rant

Readers who came in for humor, to feel good about life can give this a miss.
"Please don't read this blog!"
"Please don't read this blog!"
"Please don't read this blog!"

Ok, having said that, I am hazaar pained in life. This is due to a complete NED (No Enthu Da for those who still are reading this) that hits me as soon as I enter the workplace. So?
"Please don't read this blog!"
Now, having filtered those who still want to close the blog window, I do not really know how to counter this. Hate has been exhausted. Frustration limits have been continually (At this moment, Makki calls me - 2.20 mins of pointless conversation later, I resume)
"Please don't read this blog!"
for those who thought this live update was totally unnecessary and breaks whatever little flow this post has. That said, Self tried to overcome NED in life by putting Bangalore trip for half of the 4 day long weekend. And NED was extinguished for a cupla days. But, come office day - and he shows his nasty face with a smug grin, thats soon assuming irritating proportions. Nasty NED promises to enter my life at 7.30 am tomorrow and day after, and wants to invade life this saturday contrary to popular (the 4 of them who might have survived to reach to this sentence in the blog) opinion. Those who seem to think working on a Saturday is OK -
"Please don't read this blog!"
NED now seems to accentuate a neck-pain that used to trouble me back when I was in campus. Ok NED, how do I kill you?
Those who don't have an answer to this question -
"Please don't read this blog!"

Pray for me Brother!

This is not some eulogy for ARR's single.
This is a request to all of you readers who believe in God or some force that rules us all. Pray for me. I need a miracle to help me in my quest for something that readers of this blog might know about. I was an agnostic and then even an atheist. But I have now conceded defeat to all those beliefs. Maybe, I need to pray afterall. Ok. Here goes. Join me and pray to God or that force to "Give me that one thing I want!"
Please.

The Arbitest life update ever

1. My TVS Victor, purchased in August 2004 finally crossed 10000 - today somewhere in Perungudi - near that Grundfos junction.
2. The Shatabdi express evening train that leaves Chennai for Bangalore at 17.30 hrs on all days except Tuesdays is value for money. Infact it is the ultimate joy ride. The food served there is excellent - and that it is sumptuous is an understatement. It starts with a Frooty equivalent. Then some fresh sandwiches and samosas served with sauce. And then some good hot tea/ coffee. And if you were starting to get disappointed you were going to not be served dinner, this is Indian Railways afterall, At 8 p.m you get served a very filling dinner which has decent variety as well. (Rice, Channa, Cabbage poriyal, Chapathis, Salad, Curd, Paneer Butter Masala. Wow!). And I only had to spend 550 odd bucks against the possible 1500 + bucks if I had decided to fly. Makki missed travelling with me on 22.08.07 from Chennai to Bangalore.
3. I am now one of those unfortunate souls who have watched 28 Weeks Later on a rainy night in a deserted Pseud Multiplex. KKKKK
4. I have re-started Bowling in the alley, and averaged a healthy 137. That an alarming loss of form caused the 3 week hiatus makes the return to form even more delightful.
5. Vasu-Seth movies must be banned from occupying all screens of a multi-theater complex, Even if the theatreplex is bang in the heart of a Vasu-seth-max area. Mukka and I raced through the traffic from the edge of TTK Road to Ega theatre to find "Partner" and "Heyy Baby" greeting us. KKKK again. We decided to drive back home and watch Chennai - 600028 instead. That I decided to say "I could do with one" to an imaginary voice over asking "Drinks" ala Daniel Balaji in Kaaka Kaaka was the clincher.

Such is Life. Arbit. And as a throwback to the days when we used to write proofs for geometrical axioms/ theorems, I finish this post with a - Hence the post.

Pertinent observation

I was going through my archives the other day - when I was taking a breather from work, and I was both amazed and curiously worried about the totally different way of writing, presentation and attitude conveyed in the blogs. I seemed to have been another guy altogether. I completely seem to have lost that part/ face/ existence - depending on the severity of this so called change. I can't even associate myself with some of the posts I had made back then! Let alone blog that way. Totally mixed emotions on reading all those posts and the recent ones. Baffled and puzzled! Guys, what say?

Madras Male - the quest

There has always been this huge love I have had for the Chennai city. I remember fondly peeking out of the Bus window when I came to Chennai from Hyderabad during 2003-04. I used to be so fond of the city n the people here that I used to rush home twice a month from Hyd. And once the bus hit Mount Road, I absoulutely had to peep out and check out the latest hoardings - Who's Pothy's new model? Which tamil movie has occupied the pride of place in those mammoth hoardings close to the Thousand Lights signal? (I still remember this amazing 'Ulle Veliye' cutout that was put up by the creative genius Parthiban in this spot). What is the latest Amul hoarding near Spencer's signal? What is the latest Chennai Silk hoarding? Who is the new Prince Jewellery model? All these questions may have been of trivial importance to others, but I absolutely had to know it.
Similarly, I still always stop my bike whenever I see a major movie's poster to see the theaters it is running and quickly do an analysis of how it is distributed. Whether it is a good movie for the distributor could be figured out from that actually. These were all things that I absolutely had to do each time I hit Chennai.
Now that I spent the summer of 2006 and 2007 here, and seem to be destined to stay here for some more time, I am using every opportunity to live the city to the maximum. BK and myself went on this crazy drive from Sterling road to Ega all the way to Sangam, and from there to Pantheon Road, Mount Road and then to Satyam, all in the quest to know our city better. And that's where I got the enthu to blog on this topic. I embarked on a similar trip, once I finished watching HP 5 in Devi.
The rear exit from Devi leads to this really crowded street - I wanted to see where this goes, since it seemed to run parallel to Mount Road. I thus decided to persist with it till it reached Pycrofts Road, where I took a turn and took this real long drive there, to see fond memories of Chepauk return - when I saw the Bell's Road, Pycrofts Road junction. How the 'D Stand' used to be in Bells Road, and the Victoria Garden Road used to be the road to take for the costly Pavilion and Terrace stands. I was instantly nostalgic and decided to circle Chepauk, and then hit the Marina Beach Road. I was reminded of how I used to get down at the Station opposite the Marina beach -and relegiously follow Dad's instructions to reach Chepauk. Now that I understand the city better - these past memories seem even more amazing. I then braved heavy rain to drive all the way to Santhome and then figured out intuitively that Teynampet had to come in that direction and finally hit home through Pondy Bazaar. One big joyride it was. My clothes were dripping wet at the end of it, but it seemed more than worth it.
The quest to be the quintessential Madras Male is well on. And I am more than happy about it.

Harry Potter and the Lazy Fan

I have been afflicted by cravings of Harry Potter again. I so want to finish the fifth n sixth books . I first want to finish the Order of the Phoenix before its movie release this friday, so as to watch the movie in the big screen AFTER reading the book. One confession - I have NEVER watched a HP movie on the big screen! What a loss! I have only 3 more chances left. Will want to definitely make up for lost time. Infact - I wonder why I resisted the HP temptation for so long. I started reading those delightful pieces of literature on a friend's prolonged and continuous insistence. Even after I started reading them - I have been fairly sporadic in my HP reading habits despite thoroughly enjoying all the books. I have actually spent night-outs reading Wiki and other websites on HP. Unbelievable! my No-enthu da bursts and their destructive effects on my genuine liking for HP. Here is a summary of when I read each book, to drive home the point -

HP 1 - May 2005
HP2 - June 2005
HP3 - March 2007!!! Blame this on IIMB. but what a loss of 2 years. I remember finishing it just after I returned from my Goa trip.
HP4 - April 2007 - I remember enjoying my train journeys and even Auto journeys reading this book. I completed this at home - in one huge session where I raced through 300 pages.
HP 5, 6 - Still to read!!!! (despite both books lying at home for the last 3 months!)
Let's see if I resist No enthu to finish this book on time. To beat it to the theater, literally!