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There are many cherished moments in life. Some big. Some not so big. The smallest yet worthy of one, I just discovered. That moment when you instantaneously realize that this random song that you are listening to is gonna be your next favorite song for a long time to come. Precious, if you cared to notice. Next time, care to spend a second to live that moment, and you ll know exactly what I am scribbling about.

And we had a talk.

Me: "Wait for a while. ARR's music will sink in slowly."

He: "But i've never had to wait for Raja sir's music to sink in."

Me: "Uh. True"

Sachin vittu pogum naal, athu, Cric-kettu pogum naal!

Cricket will have its Black day when the master leaves the field and calls it quits, but never will he leave our hearts. He will not only be remembered for his uncountable tally of runs and his mammoth number of centuries and for his contribution to the game, but for the man he was and all the delight that he brought to us by merely watching him on the field. On that day, however, Cricket will become Cricket again, for till then, Cricket was Sachin!

"It strikes me that there is a whole generation of Indian cricket fans who are, say, in their mid- or late- 20s, and recall no Indian cricket other than that dominated by Tendulkar. They will, once he goes, realize the strangeness of not having him there. They will deal with the awful vacuum. And they shall speak to the future generations of what it was like to have him around" - HT

Oru vaasal moodi, maru vaasal veipaan. IRAIVAN.

I was travelling in the roads of Bangalore. This incident made me feel soft. I reached one of the traffic signals where a poor woman was begging for alms. When she was nearing the car next to mine, the driver, who had the window open till then, without any care whatsoever shut it, waiting for her to leave. And then opened it almost immediately when she started walking away from the car. I felt, maybe God too sometimes does the same when we ask him for something.

Oru vaasal moodi, maru vaasal veipaan. IRAIVAN. or at least we believe so.

Dualism - My philosophy of music

Distinct, Unique, Independent. Yet Unseparable

When there is a battle or comparison between a prodigy and a skillful old-pro wizard, the battle is the winner and comparison- the loser. By no means is this article a comparison. It is again just a note of awe, devotion, reverence, respect, praise and love that I hold for these maestros. Also this is just my opinion, and it might not and more likely, will not comply with yours. When I listen to ARR, I feel he s the God. When I switch to Raja sir, I get the feel that he s the greatest. But the success of both these composers, I feel, lie in winning the hearts of listeners almost instantly, and convincing people that they are the best in business. Indian music is fortunate enough to have got Ilayaraja for the time he ruled. It was equally fortunate to get ARR at a time when Ilayaraja was leaving the stage. But on the whole, what they have given us, is a deep ocean to explore. And for us to explore, enjoy and admire every bit of it, I am afraid a lifetime may not be enough. What that has also done to people like me is, it has brought in a feel of contentment that this is all music is about, and a sense of belief that no music can be better or superior to the standards set by these two, thus making us lose out on other good music, if any. People live till their works and fans live. This makes these two legends immortal. However, if at all one wanted an empirical comparison between them, with some difficulty, thought and observation, I would confess Ilayaraja would get a few more points than Rahman. But, being a music lover that I am and a fanatic of Rahman and Raja sir, I shall be a Rahmaniac always devoted to Raja sir!