In the last decade or so, the Gods in cricket seem to have diminished rapidly in their numbers. Gone are the days when you could pick two or three players in any team other than India and start your worship. These days there aren't too many cricketers for whom i would gladly pay and watch.
Here is my list of favorite non-Indian Gods:
1. Ambrose and Walsh bowling in tandem. Especially the thinking Ambrose, when the batsman gets better of him by hitting him over the ropes. You don't see any malice. Only a serious face thinking what went wrong and how to amend that the next delivery.
2. Shane Warne in action. There is something magical. The guy seriously thinks he can get a wicket every ball.
3. Waqar and Wasim bowling in tandem. All said, these guys were lethal.
4. Mark Waugh with his elegant drives. You wonder where he gets the timing from.
5. De Silva and Ranatunga. Especially liked the way Ranatunga defended Murali once when the umpire no-balled him.
And in this list without doubt is Brian Lara.
If i have to choose between Lara and Sachin to watch one of them in full glory, i personally would pick the former.
Heres a toast to Lara.. when he quits cricket, it sure is going to be a very haunting theme to forget!!
Saturday, November 26, 2005
Thursday, November 24, 2005
I wish my house had a garage.. ;)
Here is the text of the Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered on June 12, 2005 at Stanford University that a colleague of mine forwarded..
http://news-service.stanford.edu/news/2005/june15/jobs-061505.html
Hewlett and Packard started at a garage..
So did the Googlers..
So did Michael Dell..
(And if i add an Amazon or an eBay not many would deny that...!!)
Found some nice perspectives from Mr.Jobs here, though i generally stay away from the Motivational-Self Help-Inspirational reads.
http://news-service.stanford.edu/news/2005/june15/jobs-061505.html
Hewlett and Packard started at a garage..
So did the Googlers..
So did Michael Dell..
(And if i add an Amazon or an eBay not many would deny that...!!)
Found some nice perspectives from Mr.Jobs here, though i generally stay away from the Motivational-Self Help-Inspirational reads.
Monday, November 07, 2005
The superlative crimes!!
There are a number of web-sites which have reviews on everything under the sun. I keep checking one such site at times. Today I stumbled upon the reviews for the film ‘Black’. And that’s the reason for this blog.
The accolades for that film left me pretty confused.
I did see that film. And I found it a pathetic, contrived and appalling movie. This is in no way belittling the theme of the movie and the sentiments it aspired to showcase. I thought I am feeling that way because personally I’ve always felt a streak of hypocrisy and forced emotions in Bansali’s works. It is really a brave attempt by Bollywood standards to give a sensitive film. But I felt that attempt falls flat because it is forced on the viewer. This is fundamentally contradicting. However, I did expect a lot of people to like it for reasons I hated the film. The performances were good and technically it was well shot. And since there were enough fans for Bansali’s earlier works like ‘Devdas’, I was sure ‘Black’ will be talked about.
But boy, I was not prepared for ‘greatest film from Bollywood in recent times’, ‘Indian cinematic event for more than a quarter of a century’, ‘Sure-shot Oscar winner’ etc.
I realized is not just about the superlatives for ‘Black’. Its not about whether my views about 'Black' is wrong or someone else is right. Everyone is entitled to his/her opinions. Its not about that.
Look around. Almost every participant in the ‘Indian Idol’ competition is a great talent. All film actors are great dancers. There are no lesser music directors in the film industry. All are great. So is every hit film director. Even Television has its greats, every channel. All politicians are great in their region. The Indian Cricket team almost every time when it takes to the field contains 11 great players and 1 great substitute (and of course 1 great super-substitute!).
And finally, one of my own blog posts has been referred to as ‘Great’.
Aside: Isn’t that one hell of an example of self deprecation demonstrating great modesty ;-)!
Fundamentally, somewhere I feel we have lost that sensitivity to this word – Great.
When you think more on this, it is a far serious an issue than it appears at the outset. Guess we are surrounded by a sea of mediocrity that we have forgotten excellence. So much so that, occasional flashes of above average behavior is pretty much a great event in itself.
The accolades for that film left me pretty confused.
I did see that film. And I found it a pathetic, contrived and appalling movie. This is in no way belittling the theme of the movie and the sentiments it aspired to showcase. I thought I am feeling that way because personally I’ve always felt a streak of hypocrisy and forced emotions in Bansali’s works. It is really a brave attempt by Bollywood standards to give a sensitive film. But I felt that attempt falls flat because it is forced on the viewer. This is fundamentally contradicting. However, I did expect a lot of people to like it for reasons I hated the film. The performances were good and technically it was well shot. And since there were enough fans for Bansali’s earlier works like ‘Devdas’, I was sure ‘Black’ will be talked about.
But boy, I was not prepared for ‘greatest film from Bollywood in recent times’, ‘Indian cinematic event for more than a quarter of a century’, ‘Sure-shot Oscar winner’ etc.
I realized is not just about the superlatives for ‘Black’. Its not about whether my views about 'Black' is wrong or someone else is right. Everyone is entitled to his/her opinions. Its not about that.
Look around. Almost every participant in the ‘Indian Idol’ competition is a great talent. All film actors are great dancers. There are no lesser music directors in the film industry. All are great. So is every hit film director. Even Television has its greats, every channel. All politicians are great in their region. The Indian Cricket team almost every time when it takes to the field contains 11 great players and 1 great substitute (and of course 1 great super-substitute!).
And finally, one of my own blog posts has been referred to as ‘Great’.
Aside: Isn’t that one hell of an example of self deprecation demonstrating great modesty ;-)!
Fundamentally, somewhere I feel we have lost that sensitivity to this word – Great.
When you think more on this, it is a far serious an issue than it appears at the outset. Guess we are surrounded by a sea of mediocrity that we have forgotten excellence. So much so that, occasional flashes of above average behavior is pretty much a great event in itself.
Thursday, October 20, 2005
In the line of actual control…
A million lives, a zillion deaths
Lost childhood, stolen innocence
Violent life, abrupt ends
Wasted wealth, raped beauty
Pristine white snow, bloody red streaks
Homeland refugees, hinterland enemies
You hear the silent voices of the dead
Your breath is the last gasp of the buried
When the ground beneath vanishes
What will anyone actually control?
************
been away from blogging due to some irritating and erratic work life... feels better once you are back though..!
Tag: 55 word poem
Lost childhood, stolen innocence
Violent life, abrupt ends
Wasted wealth, raped beauty
Pristine white snow, bloody red streaks
Homeland refugees, hinterland enemies
You hear the silent voices of the dead
Your breath is the last gasp of the buried
When the ground beneath vanishes
What will anyone actually control?
************
been away from blogging due to some irritating and erratic work life... feels better once you are back though..!
Tag: 55 word poem
Monday, September 26, 2005
The 55 Words Story of a Day
Wake up. Shit. Shave. Shower. Eat. Dress. Drive. Log on. Mail. Meet. Plot. Eat. Complain. Yell. Get yelled at. Call. Avoid. Evade. Log off. Drive. Shower. TV. Eat. Try Sleeping. Wait, not yet 55! Read. TV. Read. Still not 55!! That was one ‘everyday’ story. Not even full enough to fit in 55 words!
(Word count: 54)
Good day, guys!
(Word count: 54)
Good day, guys!
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
the search for ashes ends !
no wonder it took them sixteen years to find the Ashes.. that all important stuff is roughly 3 inches in size !!
anycase another memorable sporting occasion ! and here is what one fan has to say about the win..
" Stu Hallows, Australia, via Email on bbc.com:
Well, I have just finished the best day of work I've had in years. I'm a Pom and I work for Travelex (the Aussie team Sponsors) in Australia. "
Now we know how sporting occasions become personal celebrations ! :)
Monday, September 12, 2005
A post about three remarkable men.
I was up early today, watching the US Open finals, between Andre Agassi and Roger Federer. This year’s Open ended up being one hell of an affair. Especially the men’s matches have been fabulous throughout the fortnight. Not that women’s draw was lagging any behind. More so for us, Indians, with Sania Mirza making it to round4, and quite a few matches going till the wire, the girls threw up some real exiting fare. For once I knew God does like playing some games (if not dice), when Sania bumped into Maria. Well, like most, I was confused with the loyalties.
However, at the end of the fortnight, quite rightly and clearly, two guys stand out. Agassi and Federer. Not just for the fact that they made the finals, but for the fact that one made history and the other was making one and that made it a special sporting occasion.
More than the monster facts that backs up either guy’s achievement so far, it is their state of mind which was fascinating for me. It is one thing to have all the natural talent, skill, to get the right breaks, backing etc. But it is altogether a different proposition to hold up to all that you have got, and consistently proving for yourself what you are capable of.
Take Agassi for instance. This is a sport where every birthday has to be a day of mourning because it reminds you of an impending demise so early in life (imagine, at 30, most of us begin a career and at the same 30, a tennis pro would be ending his/hers – incidentally, Kim Clijsters, the women’s champ says she will retire at 24 ! ). It is a weird situation to be in, retirement at thirty or earlier.
But Agassi has turned this to his advantage. After thirty, suddenly he has found that his real greatness lies in extending his game, lies in showing the world and himself, the commitment, the hard work, the effort that is required. And all that can be taken and taken to the point where he starts winning against everyone. Agassi is not a supremely gifted as a Federer or does not have that awesome imposing game of his old adversary, Pete Sampras. So he has figured out to keep things simple around him. For all his charisma, flamboyance, wild youth etc. Agassi today is more normal and an average family man than many. But by sheer will and old fashioned hard work, he is where he is today. Keep things simple. Just amazing!
And there is Federer. I might only attempt to understand Federer. He now is living the life of someone who knows that he is the best. He knows is doing the best. He knows he is endowed with so much talent. He knows there is simply none like him. Yet like Sampras before him, he is not allowing that talent to go waste. He is reveling in it, without being boastful, over confident, brash or anything remotely not likeable.
Two different guys, with different gifts, talents, personality etc., serving up a match to showcase what life is all about. It was a real insight into yourself when you think over.
And by 7 in the morning, while Federer triumphs, Agassi applauded, US$1.1 Mill issued to the winner, few hundred thousands to the loser (??!), With a casual flip of remote, I switch off the TV, pull the bed sheet back over my head, catch up with my lost sleep.
Were you wondering about who is the third remarkable man? :-) !!
However, at the end of the fortnight, quite rightly and clearly, two guys stand out. Agassi and Federer. Not just for the fact that they made the finals, but for the fact that one made history and the other was making one and that made it a special sporting occasion.
More than the monster facts that backs up either guy’s achievement so far, it is their state of mind which was fascinating for me. It is one thing to have all the natural talent, skill, to get the right breaks, backing etc. But it is altogether a different proposition to hold up to all that you have got, and consistently proving for yourself what you are capable of.
Take Agassi for instance. This is a sport where every birthday has to be a day of mourning because it reminds you of an impending demise so early in life (imagine, at 30, most of us begin a career and at the same 30, a tennis pro would be ending his/hers – incidentally, Kim Clijsters, the women’s champ says she will retire at 24 ! ). It is a weird situation to be in, retirement at thirty or earlier.
But Agassi has turned this to his advantage. After thirty, suddenly he has found that his real greatness lies in extending his game, lies in showing the world and himself, the commitment, the hard work, the effort that is required. And all that can be taken and taken to the point where he starts winning against everyone. Agassi is not a supremely gifted as a Federer or does not have that awesome imposing game of his old adversary, Pete Sampras. So he has figured out to keep things simple around him. For all his charisma, flamboyance, wild youth etc. Agassi today is more normal and an average family man than many. But by sheer will and old fashioned hard work, he is where he is today. Keep things simple. Just amazing!
And there is Federer. I might only attempt to understand Federer. He now is living the life of someone who knows that he is the best. He knows is doing the best. He knows he is endowed with so much talent. He knows there is simply none like him. Yet like Sampras before him, he is not allowing that talent to go waste. He is reveling in it, without being boastful, over confident, brash or anything remotely not likeable.
Two different guys, with different gifts, talents, personality etc., serving up a match to showcase what life is all about. It was a real insight into yourself when you think over.
And by 7 in the morning, while Federer triumphs, Agassi applauded, US$1.1 Mill issued to the winner, few hundred thousands to the loser (??!), With a casual flip of remote, I switch off the TV, pull the bed sheet back over my head, catch up with my lost sleep.
Were you wondering about who is the third remarkable man? :-) !!
Monday, August 22, 2005
Pizza with Chutney at Pappa-Ji-ka-Dhabha..
One of my friends posed a query sometime back.
Would encountering a South Indian chef in a Punjabi restaurant dilute the culinary experience?
The immediate response that I have is, yes it would. The reason, no matter how hard I imagine I cannot imagine a Sardar serving me a Dosa. But as I said this is a very personal and top of the mind answer.
However this is not just an interesting passing thought...As my friend put it, can this be extended into a more significant or broader context?... and suddenly quite a lot of questions pop out…
Would we then want Indians to be only Indian, Caucasians to be only Western in culture?
Do I being multicultural involve others being mono-cultural?
Is it prejudice or racism or just cultural conditioning?
And then I was reading this post about a stroll in a mall.
A metro city mall in India is as multicultural as it can get in most parts of the world, given our diversity. Though it is an in-country experience, you do find cross-cultural behavior at its best. This means a great deal of homogeneity has already happened.
Or going back to my friends question, are we now being culturally conditioned the other way? I mean to accept things normalized for the multitude.
If I am not bothered by a Sardar serving me a dosa, am I being culturally tolerant or am I homogenized?
Well… right now, I don’t care if it is a Mallu cooking me Pasta or a Tam serving me Paneer Butter Masala, I am bloody famished and I need food. When you are hungry, there is no culture vulture hovering over your food!
Would encountering a South Indian chef in a Punjabi restaurant dilute the culinary experience?
The immediate response that I have is, yes it would. The reason, no matter how hard I imagine I cannot imagine a Sardar serving me a Dosa. But as I said this is a very personal and top of the mind answer.
However this is not just an interesting passing thought...As my friend put it, can this be extended into a more significant or broader context?... and suddenly quite a lot of questions pop out…
Would we then want Indians to be only Indian, Caucasians to be only Western in culture?
Do I being multicultural involve others being mono-cultural?
Is it prejudice or racism or just cultural conditioning?
And then I was reading this post about a stroll in a mall.
A metro city mall in India is as multicultural as it can get in most parts of the world, given our diversity. Though it is an in-country experience, you do find cross-cultural behavior at its best. This means a great deal of homogeneity has already happened.
Or going back to my friends question, are we now being culturally conditioned the other way? I mean to accept things normalized for the multitude.
If I am not bothered by a Sardar serving me a dosa, am I being culturally tolerant or am I homogenized?
Well… right now, I don’t care if it is a Mallu cooking me Pasta or a Tam serving me Paneer Butter Masala, I am bloody famished and I need food. When you are hungry, there is no culture vulture hovering over your food!
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
the doomed world of RAM
RAM’s world is in a mess.
RAM has been having peaceful existence all these days. RAM was nestled in the comfort of a nice resting place. This place has been designed to suit RAM’s specific requirements. This place has so many resources. There are many to do the same job. This means rarely has RAM has been disturbed from the wonderfully sanguine existence.
Of course now and then RAM is pulled up to work. RAM brushes those aside, with a swiftness and agility of an ice hockey player. For, after all, that is what RAM has been trained in. The faster RAM deflects the work towards others, the better it is.
There have been times when RAM has not particularly felt like working. However, there are redundant resources to back up RAM’s non-availability. RAM thanked the high priests of technology for that. And RAM was always surrounded with many of that kind.
RAM was always hailed as something precious. In any system where RAM has been, RAM reigned supreme. RAM was most sought after. People used to look out for RAM. They could never say no to RAM. They wanted more and more of RAM. But RAM was then not so accessible. You need to find ingenious ways to just get near RAM. Once you find RAM, RAM is the answer to all your worries. Such was the reputation for RAM.
Unknowing to RAM, however, there has been a lot things happening around.
In the technology world map, there are certain epicenters. Disruption of such epicenters would cause issues. Relocation of such epicenters would call for change of the world map.
Something like that happened in RAM’s world.
One, the Far East part of the normal world became the epicenter for RAM’s world. RAM started losing value. The exclusivity RAM enjoyed, no longer remained. The very people who used to treat RAM with respect, now show disdain. Not that RAM has changed any which way.
Two, advent of the species called the Software Engineer and more importantly the sudden explosion of this species in India. Consequently, the advent of the super species called the Indian Software Engineer.
A note about this weird species. An Indian Software Engineer, working for Indian Software Company writes (sic) Indian Software. And the Indian Software Engineer is a product of pirated software and stolen PC time. The Indian Software Engineer believes in theory of Chaos. The Indian Software Company believes in Order among Chaos. Since both have managed to survive, some thing sure does work. This ‘thing’ does not mean the software, most of the time. With an Indian Software Engineer working in Indian Software Company, there are no rules. No rules meant, very long and often unnecessary, Indian Software. But as I said, both the Indian Software Company and the Indian Software engineers have survived.
Coming back to RAM..
All this meant bad news for RAM. The so far blissful existence of RAM was broken. RAM was not prepared for the onslaught that’s going to be. RAM has been made to work incessantly for very long hours. Every bit and piece of RAM has been torn apart. RAM has been chiseled, interleaved, sorted and released, only to be immediately captured. RAM has never been pushed to a state of such a disorder.
Life ceased to exist as it were for RAM.
Life itself will cease to exist for RAM.
Ironically, RAM has to thank the very same high priests of Technology, even for that.
And so RAM’s World is in a mess.
RAM = Random Access Memory
RAM has been having peaceful existence all these days. RAM was nestled in the comfort of a nice resting place. This place has been designed to suit RAM’s specific requirements. This place has so many resources. There are many to do the same job. This means rarely has RAM has been disturbed from the wonderfully sanguine existence.
Of course now and then RAM is pulled up to work. RAM brushes those aside, with a swiftness and agility of an ice hockey player. For, after all, that is what RAM has been trained in. The faster RAM deflects the work towards others, the better it is.
There have been times when RAM has not particularly felt like working. However, there are redundant resources to back up RAM’s non-availability. RAM thanked the high priests of technology for that. And RAM was always surrounded with many of that kind.
RAM was always hailed as something precious. In any system where RAM has been, RAM reigned supreme. RAM was most sought after. People used to look out for RAM. They could never say no to RAM. They wanted more and more of RAM. But RAM was then not so accessible. You need to find ingenious ways to just get near RAM. Once you find RAM, RAM is the answer to all your worries. Such was the reputation for RAM.
Unknowing to RAM, however, there has been a lot things happening around.
In the technology world map, there are certain epicenters. Disruption of such epicenters would cause issues. Relocation of such epicenters would call for change of the world map.
Something like that happened in RAM’s world.
One, the Far East part of the normal world became the epicenter for RAM’s world. RAM started losing value. The exclusivity RAM enjoyed, no longer remained. The very people who used to treat RAM with respect, now show disdain. Not that RAM has changed any which way.
Two, advent of the species called the Software Engineer and more importantly the sudden explosion of this species in India. Consequently, the advent of the super species called the Indian Software Engineer.
A note about this weird species. An Indian Software Engineer, working for Indian Software Company writes (sic) Indian Software. And the Indian Software Engineer is a product of pirated software and stolen PC time. The Indian Software Engineer believes in theory of Chaos. The Indian Software Company believes in Order among Chaos. Since both have managed to survive, some thing sure does work. This ‘thing’ does not mean the software, most of the time. With an Indian Software Engineer working in Indian Software Company, there are no rules. No rules meant, very long and often unnecessary, Indian Software. But as I said, both the Indian Software Company and the Indian Software engineers have survived.
Coming back to RAM..
All this meant bad news for RAM. The so far blissful existence of RAM was broken. RAM was not prepared for the onslaught that’s going to be. RAM has been made to work incessantly for very long hours. Every bit and piece of RAM has been torn apart. RAM has been chiseled, interleaved, sorted and released, only to be immediately captured. RAM has never been pushed to a state of such a disorder.
Life ceased to exist as it were for RAM.
Life itself will cease to exist for RAM.
Ironically, RAM has to thank the very same high priests of Technology, even for that.
And so RAM’s World is in a mess.
RAM = Random Access Memory
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
Enroute..
Buffalo soldiers of Indian kind
For a life, in the decadent city …
That child with a broken leg
Runs to get that expectant half rupee …
I look around, for hope
But hopelessness is all I see …
And then it happens: The light, the signal and the movement …
There is wind in my hair
And this song in my ear …
All the worries a minute ago
Seem to kind of disappear …
Things are so beautiful, full of life and cheer
Why would anyone complain of despair …
For I have just moved out of a traffic jam, my dear …
For a life, in the decadent city …
That child with a broken leg
Runs to get that expectant half rupee …
I look around, for hope
But hopelessness is all I see …
And then it happens: The light, the signal and the movement …
There is wind in my hair
And this song in my ear …
All the worries a minute ago
Seem to kind of disappear …
Things are so beautiful, full of life and cheer
Why would anyone complain of despair …
For I have just moved out of a traffic jam, my dear …
Thursday, July 28, 2005
the early morning massacre at House No.298, Indra Nagar
The wonder of creation
The beauty of formation
The delight of a design
The marvel of an idea
The miracle of life
Broken..whipped..fried..
Am having my breakfast.
The beauty of formation
The delight of a design
The marvel of an idea
The miracle of life
Broken..whipped..fried..
Am having my breakfast.
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
A lost deal..
All that you love, has been loved..
All that you hate, has been hated..
All that you love, has been hated..
All that you hate, has been loved..
All that you dream, has been dreamt..
All that you own, has been owned..
All that you lost, has been gained..
All that you gained, has been lost..
All that you have, has been had..
All that you gave, has been given..
All that you see, has been seen..
All that you say, has been said..
All that you think, has been thought..
All that you do, has been done..
All that you live, has been lived..
……..
All that needs to be won, has been won…
And you want to die, but you then are dead..
All that you hate, has been hated..
All that you love, has been hated..
All that you hate, has been loved..
All that you dream, has been dreamt..
All that you own, has been owned..
All that you lost, has been gained..
All that you gained, has been lost..
All that you have, has been had..
All that you gave, has been given..
All that you see, has been seen..
All that you say, has been said..
All that you think, has been thought..
All that you do, has been done..
All that you live, has been lived..
……..
All that needs to be won, has been won…
And you want to die, but you then are dead..
Friday, July 15, 2005
the English, August blog
visited this blog on a random search.. damn good is an understatement.. what made it more appealing was that this guy had chosen the same template as i had..
and the similarities end there..:)
the photographs posted are mesmerising and the words accompanying them are truly poetic..
and the similarities end there..:)
the photographs posted are mesmerising and the words accompanying them are truly poetic..
the salesman's job
this morning i had a discussion going with my colleagues on the job of a sales guy in this IT industry.. seems like competent guys are hard to come by..
sales is probably the most personal of all jobs.. we all must have heard about the 'lonely sales guy'.. glamorous it seems for others, the sales guy is the most tortured soul around.. you can experience all sorts of emotions in a day, you could win some, lose some, win a losing deal and vice versa, can feel elated, cheated, irritated, can be made to feel like a fool, shouted upon, walk into a meeting full of ideas, come back thoughtless, and what more..
so we got discussing, why would anyone choose this as a profession.. especially guys, say, from a top notch B-school or so, with so many options before them in the wake of sunrise industries like IT and other services, why would they settle for a career in sales.. even if they choose so, we find many of them coming with a totally different perspective on sales and seem to flounder and get out within a year or so..
the b-schools need to drive the right inclination among the wards..
and the industry probably should start doubling the pay for guys in sales.. ;) !
sales is probably the most personal of all jobs.. we all must have heard about the 'lonely sales guy'.. glamorous it seems for others, the sales guy is the most tortured soul around.. you can experience all sorts of emotions in a day, you could win some, lose some, win a losing deal and vice versa, can feel elated, cheated, irritated, can be made to feel like a fool, shouted upon, walk into a meeting full of ideas, come back thoughtless, and what more..
so we got discussing, why would anyone choose this as a profession.. especially guys, say, from a top notch B-school or so, with so many options before them in the wake of sunrise industries like IT and other services, why would they settle for a career in sales.. even if they choose so, we find many of them coming with a totally different perspective on sales and seem to flounder and get out within a year or so..
the b-schools need to drive the right inclination among the wards..
and the industry probably should start doubling the pay for guys in sales.. ;) !
Thursday, July 14, 2005
Thiruvasagam in Symphony
i have bought the TiS of Illayaraja.. and have read now tonnes of reviews on the same... most of the reviews go overboard in terms of the accolades heaped on IR.. which is understandable, as till now no Indian has gone for such an attempt..
however there are some things which are playing on my mind..
however there are some things which are playing on my mind..
based on whatever he has done so far, IR is a genius, no doubt..
he is such a prolific composer who has given a few thousands of songs in close to a thousand films.. a whole load of those songs define the lives of many who are his fans.. this kind of connection for a creator with his audience is just brilliant.. and when a guy like that comes out with a totally new effort we are going to go nuts..and its easy to go overboard..
this attempt by IR surely needs the listener to be appreciative of the form of music, much like a modern art painting.. with a little help, many can surely appreciate a modern art, am sure..
so...a critical review of TiS, with a little help to the general but discerning listener as to what makes this special, is still missing... or probably it is there in some of the reviews.. i could've missed it amidst all the superlatives...
as for my reaction, it was amazing to listen to the blend of classic tamil verses mixed on a western symphonic score, and surprising to hear IR's choice of his own voice really suiting the effort.. as for the complexities of the score, am not competent enough to compehend what has gone into these compositions...
the starting post...
have been reading through a lot of blogs of late.. should say, people all round are born writers... the volume of writings posted on some of the blogs are mind boggling to say the least...
i do not know what i will blog about... unlike a diary, a blog is easily there for others to read and review... it is the average man's own printing press, own book store with a own set of readers..
anyway i have started...
i do not know what i will blog about... unlike a diary, a blog is easily there for others to read and review... it is the average man's own printing press, own book store with a own set of readers..
anyway i have started...
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