Celebrating 4th Of August - Deewana Kishoreda Songs

04 Aug

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Deewana Kishore Kumar And Deewana Me!

In a nation of so much internal strife and negatives, very few names can instill the kind of joy and passion Kishore Midas Kumar does. He belongs to that rare breed, which could hop over man-made religious, linguistic and ideological boundaries and leave their audiences fufilled and joyous. I do not get euphoric about birth dates, not even my own, and anniversaries. I do not get influenced by others easily either. I won’t be dancing around popular notions, if you wished me to do it!

A few things may evoke emotions in me though. Like, Osho Rajneesh does when discoursing. Sachin Tendulkar does when in full flow. RD Burman and Asha Bhonsle do when being in their elements. The electrifying aura and hope, a young Indian team under Dhoni carries. My nation’s name, its culture and foods. Its days and nights as well. Scantly clad tribals walking and playing flute in a posh area like the one I live in, knowing fully well they could not buy what they built. Yet they would sing, drum and dance, as if they had the whole world under their own influence. Girls outsmarting boys in education, in life, in a totally male dominated society. Parents showing enough courage to have only girl offspring. Men lining up to donate blood and getting annihilated, as it recently occurred in Ahmedabad.

An evening with shades of beauty and loneliness in the sky. Trees swaying on sideways, as if they knew all about you, me and this universe. Cuckoos getting shriller and restive with each passing moment, as dawn nears. The poor man and the girl, who would insist they were no beggars, and were only trying to sell you items, if you wished to purchase them, leaving you dumbfounded about the disparities you live in.

A woman deceiving you from the corner of her eyes, knowing fully well how she could do this, thanks due to the prowess bestowed upon her by the creator. A kid getting ecstatic on being released, walking bare feet in dust. His mum would always rescue him at the eleventh hour - so heroic like those Indian Masala movies. A face with a rare glimpse of spirituality. Chants of Bhole Shankar on Mahashivaratri Day. The image of an ancient Patliputra - the cradle of Indian civilization. The rigorous journey this nation went through from that zenith. Thoughts of Buddha in Samadhi. Thoughts of eternal peace he experienced. Chants of Nirvana, bells humming inside temples, spirituality about to unfold….

These are images that could move me, could make me emotional. Many more could be added in there, including that of Kishoreda, his music and his genius. They all made me what I may be today. I could not think of giving any better tribute to Kishoreda on his 79th birth anniversary tonight. Yes, I do feel euphoric about this particular day in the English calender - the 4th of August. Very few other occasions could make me emotional the way it may do!

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