And Then

Thoughts Began To Fly

What Am i Missing?What do I want?

Published by Aakarsh under on Tuesday, January 17, 2006
From looking at the 8:00am-showing clock to groping for towel with thoughts of "Am i late?" to hurrying up to bathroom songs to what to wear now to checking the number of downloads(by morning, through nite) to rushing out without breakfast to rearranging the scattered thoughts( & recollecting the dreams) while driving to a couple of Hellos to interest rate parities to exchange rate mechanisms to spot-rate future rates to financial risk management to problems to solutions to mistakes to frustrations to retrospections to regrets to a cup to tea to dollar-rupee markets to lunch to chitteratti to checking e-mails to income tax to deductions to depreciation to commercial banking to bach's"running from safety" to downloading r.d.burman songs to pondering over Emptiness & Nothingness to e-mails to Company analysis to net profits to GDP to industry sectors to downloading a song to P/E ratios to financial indicators to performances to jokes to Bye-Byes to struggling to get into Bus to "how was the day" kind of thoughts to introspections to room for other thoughts to "oh my God its 10:00pm" to hogging dinner to copying downloaded songs to enqueueing more downloads to Times of India to fone calls to Business Standard to security analysis to "lets call it a day" to inexplicable solitude-filled thoughts to music of zakhm to sleep.

All through this journey of one-day...What am i missing? what do i want?

Up'Beat' Narcissism

Published by Aakarsh under on Friday, January 06, 2006
Narcissism too has certain limits.But some people cross such limits too. I was more-than-shocked to read the Tribute to R.D.Burman by Anu Malik, on the occasion of 11th death anniversary of one of the foremost pioneers of modern music,R.D.Burman. Anu Malik showers more of insult than tribute on the legend, by comparing himself with R.D.Burman. I dont know where from he had gathered the audacity to do that, but it really reflects the heights of arrogance he has touched, all by dishing out the crappiest music ever. Absolutely ridiculous were statements like :

I could see that suddenly, at the last moment, he changed whatever music he had composed and whatever his musicians were playing.
Today, I find the same trait in myself -- I change my music at the last moment if I find it is not gelling.
He was a complete and versatile composer. He could give you an Amar Prem and a Teesri Manzil at the same breath --which, if you notice, I have done when I did while I composed Judwaa and Refugee and Virasat and Border. They are two different genres of music.
You fall in love with those tunes a million times because he made music from his heart -- the way I make it now. That was the USP of his music, which I have tried in my music -- by making melodic tunes.
So,Anu Malik thinks that his JUDWAA, which has songs like Oonchi hai building...lift bhi bandh hai..is in the same breadth as Teesri Manzil. Or his Refugee (which has a mish-mash of all old songs) could be this day's Amar Prem. Good for him, for i now stongly believe that Anu Malik was completely drunk when he gave this interview. Either he is drunk, or on coke, or the only final possibility is that he has lost his sanity and requires immediate medical treatment. He definitely doesnt know what he is talking or atleast doesnt understand the gravity of his statements.
I am quite sure that Anu Malik has dished out atleast 100 soundtracks(err! sorry..i doubt if this bastard can understand the real meaning of the word Soundtrack.) ..i mean..he must have scored for over 100films. Not even a Single score has a completely ORIGINAL work and yet he dares to put up such a conceit without any shame.
Well, this is the age of self-appreciation, which is prevalent more in the Hindi Film Industry based in Bombay. A couple of days ago, i read an intervew of composer Ismail Darbar in the same rediff.com, in which, he claimed that his work was always better than A.R.Rahman. Darbar, who had not yet composed for 10 films till now, making such a statement about A.R.Rahman who has been around since 10years, with some phenomemal scores in his kitty. that was the most callous comparision, i felt, when i read that.
But now, Anu Malik has put Ismail Darbar's arrogance to shame. Being among the most filthiest composers list, he doesnt even hesitate for a moment, to boast about his work. And even when he does, he has only Border & Refugee to talk about. Border is one of the most stale & Pale scores ever and Refugee can be credited to yester-year composers Ravi+Roshan etc.,., with ample sound arrangements from Ranjit Barot, who later on designed the sound for Aks. with all that, can they atleast hold a SMALL-candle to R.D.Burman's compositions? How could he even Dream about such a comparision? And what next, would he compare himself to S.D.Burman? or Salil Chaudhary? Or Madan Mohan?(i would definitely stab him to death if he does that) No, just wait and Watch, the next comparision would be with Khaiyyam, for Anu Malik is composing the music for a new remake of Umrao Jaan.
And dont be surprised if other composers take inspiration from this Bastard.after this, we can now see Nadeem Shravan comparing themselves with Shankar-JaiKishan or to hit the abyss, R.P.Patnaik comparing himself with Master Venu or S.Rajeswara Rao or for that matter even Ilaiyaraaja.
But yes, for the first time, on R.D's Death anniversary, i felt glad that he is not around. If he were, he would have surely suffered a Heart-stroke, reading Anu Malik's mega-narcissistic statements.Who knows! he must have tossed in his Grave. If only i could dig a Grave for Anu Malik, that too thousands of Kilometers away from R.D's...coz thats where he is & deserves to be, even in music.
( i couldnt stain by mavericks blog with 'bastard'anu malik's content, hence i discharged my anger here)

Yours Self-Indulgently

Published by Aakarsh under on Monday, January 02, 2006
I love myself immersed in my own world,
Trying to Solve the enigmatic mysteries…
of life…out of arrogance…
& Of my life…out of ignorance…
I understand myself and my world, sometimes,
And yet how little I know,
The songs of my thoughts, their poetry,
Their images…hues & their patterns,
Rhymeless Rhythms…
Few relationships…

like threads...
tied....and untied…
tried and untried…
The voice of my body…
my smiles…& few Silent Passages…
Trenches of Emptiness…
And skies of fullness…
All these known to me...

--- yet unknown…

I love you too because,
You are nearest to me,
like my own self.
I understand you too, your world,
The songs of silences, unwritten poems,
Woven in the rustic interludes,
Of the winter melodies…
Broken & unbroken…
Spoken & Unspoken…
Those hidden images of your life,
Hanging in the worlds unexplored,
All your nameless thoughts…
Known and yet some seemingly unknown.
Isn’t it strange that,
You are myself’s self,
And still, As obscure to me…
--- As my own self…
 

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