Can’t have enough of listening to the song, Uyirile from Vettaiyadu Vilayadu! I have been listening to it continuously for more than an hour now. I love Srinivas and Mahalaxmi Iyer’s voice in this song! I like the lyrics of this song too. Here’s the lyrics copy pasted from TFM Page:
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Is there anyway in which a deleted spam comment can be recovered? I accidentally deleted a comment that was not spam but was marked spam.
Mayiladuthurai to Mylapore
Though I have traveled to and fro Mayiladuthurai (Mayavaram) and Madras ever since the time I can remember, last Sunday’s bus journey from Mayavaram to Madras turned out to be one of the most enjoyable, thanks to the pleasant weather with the rain threatening to pour any minute but not daring to peep out from the clouds, and the nature in all its beauty, embellishing both sides of the road for most part of the journey in the form of green paddy/sugarcane fields and vaaikkaals/canals/rivers/ponds overflowing with water. Add to it the sky trying out every possible shade of blue, gray, orange and pink every passing moment! Sheer bliss! 🙂
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Interview with Mrs. & Mr. A R Rahman
Check out this cover story on A.R.Rahman which features an interview with both Mrs. and Mr. Rahman. 🙂 As usual, thanks a ton to The A R Rahman Fan Club, I got to read this interview. Couldn’t resist posting this one here. 🙂
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Yet another deep thinking
Today evening’s bus journey made me do so much serious thinking that I am writing a third post on it! When I was in the midst of my serious thinking about life and memories, a group of 3-4 small kids laughing, giggling, waving their hands and shouting tata, Bye to all of us in the bus caught my attention. I smiled back in reply to their Byes when I experienced yet another what I call Swades moment (moments which makes you go through what Mohan Bhargav/Sharukh goes through in the scene in Swades where he buys the water from a poor boy selling it in the station and drinks it). Those kids, clad in torn clothes, were standing outside what were obviously their homes – small huts. A wave of questions passed through my mind – Imagine what we were doing when we were of the age of those kids. Will these kids go to school? Here I am enjoying myself, listening to music, sitting comfortably inside the bus. What about those kids? How will they manage to live in their houses when it’s raining heavily? Will they ever get to live in real homes? So many unanswered questions! Those kids unaware of any worry in life continued waving with innocent joy and happiness on their faces even as my mind tried seeking answers to these unanswered questions.
I guess I have done enough of serious thinking for a day. Don’t you agree? 🙂