An Oscar enigma and my own anima

My antique aunt (above 75 years is teased affectionately across dinning table as the ‘bagpiper’ aunt reminiscent of her traditional appearance in church services) exclaimed, “What’s so much about this statue of a naked man….hmm what’s that?", Oh.. oskar, helped my mother!” Talk of Rahman has become common for once unlike his songs. Forgivable though I heard one of my favorite singer (blues) loose his sportsman spirit over it as well. I was not that happy with it for some nights and because I need to sleep, go to office and earn my daily bread…sorry rice instead, I found solace in believing that as usual he was in his good ‘spirits’ and particularly he may have been ‘on-the-rocks’! It was uncalled for..for him to call a duel between two not so similar professionals. I think little did he realize about the differences than being in the music industry until he turned up in a Punjabi, agile, Sindhi white horse for the medieval style duel and our Oscar hero appeared with Roja music on a “Nalla-superaaiyrike-Thamparam-Pothe (Buffalo). Needless to say the outcome… after the first full look at each other, it was an instant walk off. Then deserting their respective private carriers to work on individual music styles. But I suspect the Chennai lad is coming with a Gazal escorted by no tabla, harmonium, ..and what else?…I heard the whole troupe is being exempted from the album. Don’t play with us South Indians; we may not be easily detectable in darkness until we smile. ‘Mind it!'..lol.

There was a lot of noise when one day cricket became popular and great test players instantly checked word meaning of ‘job-insecurity’, ‘provident-fund’ and even ‘redundancy’ instead of ‘run-a-ball, Hook, and even ‘life-expectancy’. They immediately realized what South Africans knew and some Australians see as discrimination and apartheid. They even tried to practice it on some white folks playing one day and 20-20 cricket!

It was rightly said by Gulzar that for a Hindi lyricist to be appreciated in Oscar is an impossible fete unless it rides over some fantastic music composition. Gazals are classic, and I can not part with them on a leisurely evening till late night and even up till just before the milk man appears from the fog covered-up like someone straight from Gaza Strip. Having said that, I don’t leave it to any chance for one to think on earth that I am to hit the dance floor on a hard earned weekend with someone, demanding… “Hosh Walon Ko Khabar Kya....Dil kya Cheez hai.!!!!”.. If so it wouldn’t be long before I am alone and the pub owner checks his short sight right between my eye brows, …then our eyes collide midair and I slip into a low-tone track instead…….” Jo chaaho mere yaar karo main nashe me hu n….”

I think it would be an ISBian idea (there are lot of kids who have the first best idea just because they joined MBA and 30 minutes to go on the subject ‘entrepreneurial skills’ before they search for a rope and a ceiling fan or if they are chivalrous, lead the class and jump out of the balcony) to sit over the drain pipe instead and provide back ground music ….“Ghar tera saloni………..Badal ki colony, Dekhade thenga In sabko jo udna na jane….Masakali..masakali”. ……… to all the ontime party “Ada-se-Ud-Ud-burr-burrrr-tu-Heera-Panna’s rushing with hawks to the town’s dashing, smashing and sometimes jeans shattering remix shacks, confusingly named…anima. or .enima…misspelled intentionally with a ‘g’ before his Ma . But mind you, what ever said and done if your partner returns to you by some brain defect, even if it is after an year and she murmuring with flickering eye lashes, “I didn’t talk to you, cause you didn’t call na?…and now, mind you I will never talk to you”… If she is still there, not-talking-to-you (case-1) or (case-2) if you still can be stung by an old arrow exactly where it hit you last time and didn’t bother to avoid, I would recommend that you leave ‘masakali… matakali’ and latest ‘jai-ho’ and play some ….” Besabab baat badhane ki zarorat kya hai, …Hum khafa kab the manane ki zarorat kya hai…..”

Nationalism is a matter of heart and soul. You feel as a nation so you are. I am proud of my country and I am loving this feeling.

Cheers!