Every morning, i woke up to find nothing about a musician in a leading newspaper. Everything seemed unreal. Days went by, and i couldn't find anything!
I started contemplating if people were even bothered to know what the greatest musician of India was up to?No one. Evidently, boomtown rap seemed exceedingly puerile. A few did know that among all this jigger of glamor...he sheltered inside his studio somewhere in Chennai...preparing for all those editorials, interviews, pictures and recognition that was to follow!
A film got released. It created ripples of success all across the 'globe'. And..one morning...we heard the words-"A R Rahman for Slumdog Millionaire..!"
He stood up from his seat. As he started walking, he exuded his strength, his effort, his hard work with each step. Every step he made...was an answer to all those papers and news channels who didn't seem to see anything beyond some unreal reality show.
His return was welcomed, as though he was a warrior of heaven. Returning after triumphing over the colossal devil.
Everywhere, you heard about the same film...the same name and the same song.
It wasn't to cherish for...but something to live for.
Soon-things didn't seem to come back to it's old life.
Amidst all the excitement and happiness, this musician went back into those studios to get back to passion, to be transported into a world...where even imagination has no bounds....
Sometimes we forget...that when the sun sets on the country, a sun awakens somewhere in the midst of Chennai!
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