Archive for July 2007

He Wins, She Wins, Who Wins?

July 26, 2007

Sonu Nigam, I Am Sorry, but Chitra can console you. 

Let me give you an example of how the movie awards are given. When my mother was in the committee for film awards a few years back, she awarded the ‘Best Female Playback Singer’ award to Chitra for the movie ‘Chandramukhi Pranasakhi’. Since my mother was the expert in music, pretty much everyone agreed. But, there was one section of the committee which suggested that the award be given to Chitra, but for a different song from a different movie. Even that was a melodious song and rest of the people in the committee started agreeing to that suggestion. My mother’s main point was that the award HAD to go to Chitra because she had sung very well. They checked and saw that the other song was also sung by Chitra. Since a few people in the committee had reservations about the original song, plus the fact that the second song was also sung by Chitra, the award was announced for the second song.

Guess what??? The producers of the other movie had intentionally given the name of the singer as Chitra for the second song. It was infact sung by Latha Hamsalekha. After the awards were announced, the producers came out and said that the song was sung by Latha Hamsalekha and not Chitra, and thus the award was finally given to Latha Hamsalekha. Obviously, they had ‘booked’ a few people in the awards committe. That also explained why nobody had answers when my mother asked them as to why Chitra’s voice was different in the second song. My mother realized that being naive and straightforward are not good traits to be in a politically tainted awards committee.

ಅನಿಸುತಿದೆ ಯಾಕೋ ಇಂದು

July 25, 2007

Karnataka state awards for movies have been announced. What caught my eye was the award for the male playback singer.

Hemanth has won the “Best Male Playback Singer” award for the movie ‘Kallarali Hoovagi’. Sure, he has done a good job. He has certainly sang well.

But, wait a second. Didn’t the saints in the award committee not listen to, what’s that song again? Yes, ‘Anisutide’!!!!!!!!!!

‘Anisutide’ is so full of life and the depth of singing is almost unmatchable, at least in the recent times. Sonu Nigam has done an amazing job, period.

I am certainly qualified enough to judge music. And, I do agree that different people have different tastes. But brother, this is not about taste. This is too simple an issue. Sonu Nigam’s rendering of ‘Anisutide’ gives you an out of the World experience. It’s pure magic. 

Did the saints somehow decide that it is more appropriate to ‘encourage’ a Kannadiga than a very well known ‘outsider’? Could that have been the reason why Hemanth was chosen over Sonu Nigam?

Sonu Nigam did not lose. Neither did the fans, nor the saints. ‘Best Male Playback Singer’ award lost out.

‘Anisutide’ – here’s my two drops, added to a million more!!!

Ambition = NOT Happiness?

July 23, 2007

A relative of mine came up from humble beginnings. Unlike me, he grew up in a village, sailed through scholarships, attended REC and IIT, and finished his PhD. He is a decade plus older than me and he effortlessly juggles between management and technical tasks in his office. Of course, like any self made man his ego is unmatchable and he reeks with the “I” factor. I guess both are understandable and perfectly acceptable to a certain degree.

Professionally he is very successful, no two words about it.  I was having a small talk with him the other day, among other things it included my career growth as well. Needless to say, he loves to give advices. During our conversation he mentioned to me that he was absolutely unhappy with his job. I knew that he had recently changed his job because he was unhappy with his previous job. Yes, he admitted that he is never happy in any job. His point was that the very fact that he is so ambitious makes him unhappy all the time. He so wished that he was like some other colleagues who were perfectly fine doing what they do at work. And, a handful of them are more educationally more qualified than my relative.

He not only cursed himself for being ambitious, but also cautioned me. He said he knew how ambitious I am in life and asked me to keep a check on that. Of course, we were strictly talking about professional life. This equation does not hold good for personal life at all.

Honestly, I love my job. But, I constantly dream of and strive to go up the ladder. Among many things, I have seriously considered ditching engineering altogether and doing an MBA (but the 16 hour investment banking job sends a chill down my spine!!!). Inspite of all this, I am happy with what I am doing currently.

My relative strongly believes that being ambitious is the source of unhappiness. Of course the degree of ambition certainly plays it’s role. But, I am not any less ambitious than he is. I am certainly very happy with what I do. I wonder if age has anything to do with the different outlook. He is certainly much more experienced than I am and has seen so much more World than I have.

Thank You Minus One

July 20, 2007

It was a large gathering. My mother was being felicitated on the 50th anniversary of her singing career. A very well deserved honor. The biggest names in Kannada literature and music world were present. My mother was overcome by emotion. She thanked her parents, brothers, all the relatives, teachers, contemporaries and friends. She forgot to thank my father!!!

Hillary Swank won her first Oscar. She was thrilled to get on stage. TV cameras focused on her husband Chad crying with joy. She thanked her co-stars, parents, director, producer, managers and more. She forgot to thank her husband.

My first book was released. I was on cloud nine. I was totally excited. I thanked my parents, relatives, friends, editors and everyone who ever encouraged me. And yes, you guessed it right, I forgot to thank my wife.

Some mistakes haunt you for life!!!

And The Winner Is….

July 17, 2007

Alright, I was shy and red for the past few days. But, yesterday night, my wife convinced me that it is nice to share good things with the World. So, here’s something which I had mentioned only to six people – J, R, V, V, S and K – and one of them doesn’t even know Kannada!!!

Amma called me up a few days back from India to say that there was a letter from Kannada Sahitya Parishath. My book has been selected for a Sahitya Parishath prize and I have been awarded for being a “ಉದಯೋನ್ಮುಖ ಕವಿ”.

I believe the award ceremony will be held soon. Amma will go and collect it on my behalf. Oh well, I am happy. You be too 🙂

Footsteps

July 13, 2007

ಹೆಜ್ಜೆಗಳು

ಕತ್ತಲ ಕಣಿವೆಯ ಅಂಚಿನ ಕೆಂಪು ಗೋರಿಯ ಕಾವಲುಗಾರ
ಬೆಳುದಿಂಗಳಿರುಳಿನಲಿ ಮಲ್ಲಿಗೆಯ ಮೊಗ್ಗ ಕದ್ದ ಮಾಟಗಾರ

ಅಮರ ಪ್ರೇಮದ ಬದಿಗೆ ಮದಿರೆ ಪಾತ್ರೆಯನಿಟ್ಟ ದೇವದಾಸ
ಶೃಂಗಾರದಮಲಿನಲಿ ಪ್ರಣಯ ಶ್ಲೋಕವ ಬರೆದ ಕಾಳಿದಾಸ

ನಶ್ವರ ಬದುಕಿನ ಸುತ್ತ ಜಾಂತಿಪೆಯರ ಅಟ್ಟಹಾಸ
ಶಾಶ್ವತ ಕಾವನು ಕೊಟ್ಟ ಮೇನಕೆಯರ ಮಂದಹಾಸ

ಮಾತೃದೇವೋಭವ, ಸಾಕಿನ್ನು ಸ್ತ್ರೀ ಪಾತ್ರ
ಯೌವ್ವನದ ಬಿಸಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಮಧುಮಿಲನ ಶ್ರೀ ಮಂತ್ರ

ಹುಡುಗಿಯರ ಸ್ವೈರತೆಗೆ ಮನುಕುಲವು ವಿಭ್ರಾಂತ
ಜೀವದಾಟದ ಬಯಲಿಗವಳೆದೆಯೆ ವಿಶ್ರಾಂತ

ಓಂಕಾರ ಎಲ್ಲಿಹುದು ? ಎಲ್ಲೆಡೆಯು ಚೀತ್ಕಾರ
ಬ್ರಾಹ್ಮಣರ ದೇಗುಲದಿ ಸರಸತಿಯ ಝೇಂಕಾರ

ವೇಶ್ಯೆಯರ ಬಾಗಿಲಲಿ ವೀರ್ಯಾಳುಗಳ ಸಾಲು
ಹೂಮಾಲೆ ಮಂಚದಲಿ ಪತ್ನಿಯರ ನಗೆ ಮೇಲು

ಶಿಶಿರನು ಬೋಳು ಬಾಳಿನ ವಾರಸುದಾರ
ಹೇಮಂತನು ಬೆಚ್ಚಗಿನ ಕನಸ ತರುವ ಸೂತ್ರಧಾರ

ಅವಳಿಲ್ಲದ ಪಯಣ ನೆಪಮಾತ್ರ, ಬಲು ಕಡಿದು
ಮತ್ತೊಬ್ಬಳಿಹಳಿಲ್ಲಿ ಸರಸ ದೀವಿಗೆ ಹಿಡಿದು

ಅವನು – ಬರಡು ಸನ್ಯಾಸಿ; ನಿರಾಶಾವಾದಿ
ನಾನು – ರಸಿಕ ಕವಿ; ಆಶಾವಾದಿ

A True Human Being

July 9, 2007

There was a muscial tribute to my father on Sunday. Several poets, musicians and businessmen spoke about appa before the music flowed. All the songs were composed by my father and it was a fitting tribute. I was told that the Jaganmohan Palace auditorium was packed and more. I was overcome with joy and sorrow.

One of my father’s cousins came down from Shivamogga to share some anecdotes. Here is a very interesting story which he narrated.

Several years ago, when appa visited Shivamogga for a few days, R uncle and he went driving through the country side. While passing through a small village, they saw that there was a big crowd outside a marriage hall. They could hear a lot of shouting and crying. R uncle wanted to just go away. But, appa wanted to stop and find out what the problem was. It turned out that the bridegroom was not ready to tie the knot until the girl’s father gave him a watch and a ring. The girl’s father was crying and begging the boy to tie the knot and promised that he would buy the watch and the ring as soon as he can get hold of some cash. But, the boy did not relent. Appa decided to step in. He talked to the boy at length and tried to convince him and tie the knot. Nothing worked. Finally, appa checked his wallet. He had three thousand rupees. He saw that R uncle had a golden ring. Appa asked R unlce for his ring and told him that he would pay for the ring after reaching Shivamogga. Appa took the ring and three thousand ruppes cash, called the girl’s father aside and gave it to him. The girl’s father had no words. He just fell at appa‘s feet and cried. He said that he never imagined that a person from a different caste and that too a stranger would save his daughter’s marriage. Girl’s father was a nice man. He asked appa for his address so that he could repay the money whenever he can. But, appa politely refused and said that it was good to see that a girl’s life is not ruined due to a flimsy reason. R uncle and appa walked out happily.

R uncle narrated this story on Sunday. Apparently, appa had asked him not to tell this to anyone. Not even my mother knew about this. As I have mentioned numerous times before, my father is really one of the nicest people I have ever met.

Now that I am on a story telling spree, I should mention a few other incidents. When I was around 7 years old, my father came home real late one night. My mother was totally worried for several hours. Appa came in to narrate this story:

Apparently, there was a new born baby, left on the pavement by the Institute of Engineers. There were several hundreds of people just standing around and watching. My father and his friend stopped by to see what the deal was. They immediately took the baby and rushed to a hospital. The hospital authorities were not too keen to look at the baby right away, without any police case. My father insisted that they could treat the baby as his own. He said that he would take the baby home and treat it as his own son once they stabilize the baby. The guys at the hospital attended. Unfortunately, the baby was long dead. My father and his friend finally took the body to a police station and gave it to the police. After several months appa even receievd a thank you letter from the police. Such was the goodness.

There is also this incident where appa paid several hundreds of rupees in Varanasi to purchase caged birds. He then took them out of the city and opened up the cages so that the birds were free to fly.

There was another occasion where an old man with torn clothes came begging. Appa couldn’t see his plight. He immediately took off the shirt he was wearing and gave it to the begger.

These are just a few examples. There are tons more. I really have no words to tell you how good the person was. I am really blessed to have him as my father. He is such a big part of me. If at all there is such a thing as rebirth, I hope that he will be my appa again, and again, and again.