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Saturday, September 24, 2005

The Rahman Concert

Waking up in the morning before the sun is one of the deadliest sins that a graduate student should avoid like the plague. But exceptions are allowed. Say, for instance, when there is an A.R. Rahman concert in Sydney that you are driving to. Woke up half-an-hour before the alarm went off and tried willing it to ring (Why is it that alarm clocks ring late only when you are looking forward to it). The drive offered us an opportunity for 'Rahman talk', speculating on the songs that Rahman would perform. I was betting on Anbe Aaruyire, Fanaa and Yeh Jo Des Hai Tera and my friends were for Maa Tuje Salaam, Vellai Pookal and Dil se re. We also wagered for/against Girlfriend, Uyire.

The venue was the Superdome in the Olympic Park and the show started with a lackadaisical compere and his banalities. Sigh! Stop talking! Let Rahman on the stage, we all prayed. And Rahman entered with a bang; with Fanaaaaaa Fanaaaaa. Now this is what we came here for. The highlight of a Rahman concert will have to be the best of the singing talent touring with him. Hariharan, Kailash Kher, Blaaze, Unnimenon, Sadhana Sargam, Alka Yagnik, Chitra and Madhushree, the singers crooning to Rahman numbers read like the Who's Who of Indian Film Music. SPB was sorely missed. So was Shankar Mahadevan, who after performing in Melbourne left due to 'unavoidable circumstances', we were told. Udit Narayan and Kumar Sanu were missed but not as much as Sonu Nigam. Was expecting some young stars like Karthik, Harini, Srinivas and SPB Charan.

Hariharan, to me is a great stage performer adding embellishments to musical pieces, engaging the audience and improvising on the stage. Of course, he becomes the conductor's nightmare. Kailash Kher was the funny foil to Hari - wearing outrageoulsy funny clothes and moving his hands and legs in a hilarious way that reminded me of the agitated devotees possessed by 'God' or 'Spirits'. And he will do better to stick to opening his mouth for singing and nothing else. But I have to add, his Mangal Mangal and Yun Hi Chalaa were awesome. So full of energy. Sukhwinder has some serious competition.


It would be inconceivable to talk of a Rahman show without lavishing praises on Sivamani who has now become synonymous with drums and anything which on tapping emits music. His solo piece with the Bosnian singer joining him was ohmigod! The Bosnian singer, who Rahman introduced as Ms.Alma working with him on the theatrical version of 'Lord of the rings' was brilliant and IMHO wasn't appreciated as much as she deserved.

Hit numbers from Bombay, Lagaan, Taal, Swades, Dil Se, Mangal Pandey, Boys were greeted with loud cheering and deafening applause. Mobile phones were flashed, shining like a billion stars adding to the celestail ambience of the concert. Humma Humma with Rahman and Blaaze got the crowd to their feet. Blaaze wowed the audience with his hip-hop and his B to the A to the B to the A - BABA. I felt cramped in my seats; fettered, while all I wanted was to get up and go dancing. My only previous experience with live shows was in Chennai when ShahRukh performed and we went crazy dancing to every damn song that was thrown at us and to think that I did not jump around dancing when 'Rahman' was performing is perhaps the only grievance of a grand evening. That and the unspectacular 3-D. Maybe it was just the position, but from where I was sitting, it was pathetic.

Sadhana Sargam's tamil diction is amazing (especially when compared to other singers like Udit Narayan and Adnan Sami both of whom have raped and murdered Tamil in the past) as was her voice. Madhushree, Alka Yagnik and Chitra; well! it was like nose-diving into a swimming pool of honey. I was truly overwhelmed and difficult on breathing.

Rahman also performed the song he composed for the UN Poverty Eradication program, "Pray for me brother". We were only the third audience in the world to listen to it. Fantabulous. Instantly likeable. We were left craving for more of it. I, for one am looking forward to the cassette/CD release of it.

An unplugged with Hari, Alka, Sadhna Sargam and Madhushree with Rahman on the piano was stirring. I totally understand that it is very diffuclt to perform live, what with sound editing technology helping even mediocre singing sound melodious. Should say that every one of the singers did a fair job and proved they were worthy of adoration. When Hariharan sang 'Nila Kaigirathu', I was transported out of this world. Navin's rendering of the Bombay theme on the flute gave me the goosebumps.

Steve Waugh, patron of Udayan came up on stage and I felt like all my Australian 'ambitions' were fulfilled. Just to see the man that close was enough for all the trouble I ever underwent down under. Salut! I shouted my throats out - atleast what was left of it. Believe me after Fanaa, Telephone Manipol, Snehithane and Hai Rama, I was croaking. End of show, it took me two days to create sound though my lips moved.

Quite surprisingly, a section of the crowd seemed unhappy with Tamil songs, not appreciating Deepan Chakravarthy, Unnimenon and Chitra when they sang Rahman's Tamil songs. Rahman (and the organisers) were considerate enough to choose majority of the songs that had both Tamil and Hindi versions. Sadhana Sargam, Hari and Alka Yagnik switched between languages in all their songs. Still, a small section of the crowd were not supportive enough. It really ticks me off because, 1. Rahman has done more movies/songs in Tamil than in Hindi, 2. There were quite a number of Tamilians in the crowd and 3. The whole concept of 'Music has no language barriers' is defeated. (I had a strong impulse to stitch Kailash Kher's mouth) Also conspicuous by their absence was the local audience. I saw no sizable Australian audience which though understandable does not bode well.

The denouement with 'Secret of Success' (alas! no Girlfriend) and the by now customary (how can Indians go to an Indian concert and not express their unaltered patriotism) Maa Tujhe Salaam (I was hoping it would be Yeh Jo Des Hai Tera) was spectacular but left you feeling it was too soon. I would have happily sat there for another four hours, as would most of the audience. It was a Rahman experience.

P.S. Chk out Preethi's take on Rahman's concert - lot more details for you)

Monday, September 19, 2005

Photo Blog

Several fleeting moments have I stolen and given you glimpses with my blog and now, I want to give you more than just a glance. Glimpses through the lens is an attempt to share some interesting things that I capture/freeze using my camera.

Saturday, September 17, 2005

A.R.Rahman - Live in Sydney

You may remember that I was attending Rahman's concert in Sydney. Well! I did and it was awesome. There is much to write about it that I can't manage today - delirious with all the music and depleted with the driving around, that I am. But soon... shall blog about the supernal aural experience.

Australian Blogging

The blogmeeting in Singapore that SambharMafia and Dreamstores have written about has created in me an urge to create a list of all Indian bloggers in Australia and forge some kind of connexion. SambharMafia suggested Indibloggers and they have a good index but I believe there are more bloggers out there. So help me compile a list and maybe we could also blogmeet.

Indian bloggers in Australia, leave your name (or blog id), url and location in the comments section.

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Salaam Namaste

Salaam Namaste released last week worldwide and surprisingly in the megapolis of Canberra, Australia's capital too. My friends and I waited for SN anxiously as we knew that it was shot entirely in Australia(Melbourne, as it happens). We wanted to see if we could connect to Nick/Amby, played by Saif and Preity. Saif, if I have not already mentioned, is a raging heart throb with my friends here after his Dil Chahtha Hai and Hum Tum (My friends go droool droool everytime the 'prince' comes on screen - the same kind of drool that you would expect for Brad Pitt or Tom Cruise).

There is only one thing to say - the director, newcomer Siddharth has done his homework. Melbourne sights greet you unobstrusively, the Australian accent unfeigned (as the Indians trying to speak 'affected' Australien mait), the beer stays Victoria Bitter, the clothes Von Dutch and Billabong, cyclists wear helmet, weddings take place in the beach, architects turn chefs, and yes, people, even Indians, live-in together.

The living in together concept has never been handled better but I fear that upkeepers of Indian values may ban the screening of the progressive Salaam Namaste, if they haven't already done that. While I do not encourage or support this de facto relationship, I know it does happen here. I have friends with live-in arrangements and it is nice to see the relationship portrayed honestly with less embellishments.

Preity has never been more prettier but there were a couple of places where I wondered if it was Bips; her clothes were that skimpy (not that we grudge that). Saif - less said the better. He was AMAZING. He does the Salman with no-shirt and half-shirt for much of the movie. Awesome body. (You have it- you flaunt it, right!). But at least he can act. Change that. He CAN act. The music is good and your heart goes hmmm when you listen to it. Arshad Warsi and Javed Jaffrey split you up. A riot. And so does the doctor who comes in the end (I am not disclosing who it is).

I believe Siddharth is a major 'FRIENDS' fan and he has borrowed some funny moments from the series. Saif appears to be a mix of Ross, Monica and Joey, cleaning up compulsively as does Head Chef Monica, dumb as Joey and panicky as Ross. Preity is Rachel with a 'hysterical yelling' bit of Phoebes. Arshad plays Chandler. (Just been watching Season8 - man! F.R.I.E.N.D.S rocks and we do not grudge Siddharth for any adapting/adopting)

Salaam Namaste a thoroughly enjoyable light romantic from the Yashraj Banner lives up to its hype and I do not grudge the 10 dollars I spent on it. And that is saying much.

Sunday, September 11, 2005

Cinema Cinema

My 11th of July Vow restrained me from writing anything related to Cinema and I am proud to declare that I have maintained my pledge. Yes! it has been two months (1 more than I hoped to) since i wrote about movies and the kind, instead concentrating on issues ranging from the Iraq war to the 'Conversations with a theologian'. I should admit though that I have been less prolific during this period, being occupied with research. In celebration, let me write about some of the movies I have watched in this period.

1. Maria Full of Grace

A movie so simple yet so complex, it was powerful. A riveting tale of a small-town Colombian girl's 'mule' run in to the States. The turmoil of a pregnant girl in a mor(t)al crisis is a fertile ground for story-tellers, remember our own Santosh Sivan's 'Terrorists' which dwelved on the psyche of a pregnant human-bomb. The highlight of the movie are the credible characters and the straightforward sensiblity exhibited by the director throughout. The poverty, the lure of easy money, the dream of 'America', the innocence, the hope, the despair, Maria Full of Grace is all that and more - a must see.


2. Sin City

When you have Robert Rodriguez, Frank Miller and Quentin Tarantino in the directorial credits, you just don't not see the movie. I simply loved the dark nature of the movie accentuated by the 'Black and White' cinematography (with colour to punctuate), the sheer strength and savageness of the characters, the comic strip kind (my personal favourite is Marv), the best ass-whipping dialogues I have ever heard (heres one for sample: "And when his eyes go dead, the hell I send him to will seem like heaven after what I've done to him"), the cast (including big names Bruce Willis, Elijah Wood, Jessica Alba, Clive Owen) - everything about the movie was different.I must admit though that I was left wondering, "What the... ?" when I left the movie hall. A bit abstruse for a Sunday afternoon.
Oops I almost did not mention the babes, the scantily clad kind!

3. War of the Worlds

Not the best Spielberg movie I have seen. A story of the effect of Alien invasion on the dynamics of a family. It wasn't bad but I enjoyed Manoj Night Shyamalan's 'Signs' better. However, Dakota Fanning was awesome.

4. The Interpreter

Again not the best Sydney Pollack movie but had a decent storyline and passable performances by Sean Penn and Nicole Kidman.

5. The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy

Haven't read the books yet, but I thoroughly enjoyed the movie. The movie is full of clever and comical science fiction theories. From hitchhiking in spaceships to the answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe and everything, Hitchhikers Guide is a riot.

6. La Mala Educacion

A very clever movie that was compared to a Russian Doll by the maker (it has layers within layers). It was griping and disorienting and a bit like being on a rollercoaster.

7. Ong Bak

A Thai movie which is very close to our Dharani's 'Dhool'. A village boy, a village diety, a city don who steals it, a journey to the city, a breathtaking display of martial arts (hhhheeee Vikram not that much) and a happy ending. Formula movie of high calibre. (The semblance was uncanny, almost eerie when the village lad comes to the 'young age play-mate presently in the city' comedian's house for help)

More on Indian movies watched during this period later.

Saturday, September 03, 2005

A loss

In my post on Iraq, I had mentioned Hatim Kathiria and mourned his death in Iraq. When a friend sent me the news little did I realise that Hatim's death was a personal loss. A lapse on my part. A bulb should have glowed as soon as that name was mentioned. I just didn't put two and two together until a chance conversation yesterday with another of my buddies. Hatim was my college mate.
Hatim was in different stream and I saw little of him in the college. Our acquaintance was limited to the pushing and pulling in the College Bus and more significantly to his room; just five minutes away from my own.
He was sharing a room with a close friend of mine and I have spent many hours in their room; frantic studying on the eve of exams, playing NFS on Hatim's computer and general hanging out together and bantering dollar to a cent. He had shown interest in my GRE preparations and my grand plans of higher studies in the US and I faintly recall that he had intention to go to the US himself.
I never knew what happened to him. Like several others in college I lost touch with, Hatim faded in to the dark recesses of my memory. Until today, that is. Now I shall remember him fondly as the roomie of my friend, a jolly guy who didn't speak a word of Tamil and survived with us chattering Tamil baboons. A guy with little dreams. A very simple man. God grant him peace. God grant us peace.