Tuesday, July 12, 2005

This Whistler is not from MS.....

Techies curse. I had to work till 11 yesterday and we booked a cab to return home. At 11 PM you expect people to be begging to sleep and just fall on bed….but not techies. We boarded a cab and the driver played Kaadhala Kaadhala on Radio Mirchi. Boy…these FM people are really cool. Anyone who is in love (or wants to fall in love as I want to) is really bound to be clean bold by the songs.

There was this song “Yen Iniya Pon Nilaave” playing and really I was on cloud nine and was whistling it mildly. The guy seated next to me looked at me and wondered if I had dropped from some outer space as there was hardly any trace of tiredness on my face. He looked so jaded that he could have offered his kidney in exchange for a pillow and seated next to him was me…an insomniac.

Ever since I remember I have always loved music. Though I never had any formal training, my love for music was something I was always proud about. Perhaps it had to do with a little bit of genes as I remember my grandma saying that my mom used to sing very well in her childhood days.

Once an oldie (forgive me for being arrogant) came to my grandparents house and I was playing around. Knowing our musical background he decided to take a risk that he later realized he never should have…….he asked me to sing “kozhandai…oru paatu paadaen. Unga Amma nanna paaduva”(Sing a song. Ur mom used to sing very nicely). The moment I sang a line or two, his face did a somersault and he looked as bewildered as if he had seen Pamela Anderson clad in a saree. There went my singing ambitions to drain.

To satisfy the kalaakaar (?!) in me, I practiced whistling and perhaps I am the only alive Bathroom whistler I this whole universe on date. Well..who wants to take the risk of singing in the bathroom and get mobbed by donkeys and roommates (though both could mean one and the same at times!!). The only trouble with whistling chronically is that you end up doing that every time a cute gal passes around and the chances are high that you may get beaten (I am not telling u how many times I suffered due to this).

Well….whatever one may say. Live life King Size. As Vadivelu used to sing “Sing in the rain…I m flying in the rain”. Thank god. Donkeys don’t read blogs…or do they?????

2 comments:

Maaps! said...

Harish

Really Fantastic!
Your humbleness left me stumbled! (How is the rhyme!)
I could never forget you how a North Indian boy was starting you with mouth wide open (literally!)
when you sung breathless in our Ooty tour in 2001!
And I am sure your voice was good!

This post has a numerous good examples: For Eg:(!)
he looked as bewildered as if he had seen Pamela Anderson clad in a saree.
he could have offered his kidney in exchange for a pillow and seated next to him was me…

Continue this! I will soon join the blogger community! (when? GOK! - God Only Knows!)

Maaps!

Harish said...

Maaps...i could never have asked for more..
Humour is our bread and butter..seriousness is something we will leave ithers to explore.
Hope u join the blogger Community...un sevai blogkku tevai...