Bollywood, Facts and Fiction, Ooty, P U Krishnan, Short Stories

If music be food of love, play on…

The same location, the same song, the same couple, the same co-dancers and the same mesmerizing effect! It was so, a decade ago and it will be so after decades. When I heard the background music of this song, I was hurrying through a footpath by the side of a crowded street. I stopped for a while and looked around to know where it came from… It was from a small bakery where they sold coffee and tea as well. It was not yet time for me to have tea or coffee but the music was irresistible. I ordered for a cup of tea and occupied a seat from where I could watch the T.V. “Snacks?”, the owner of the bakery asked. I just nodded my head, as I was sitting spell-bound, sipping the tea mechanically and tapping my fingers on the table till those last lines of the song ‘Thanna naa nana’ merged into the air….

Lots of movies are released every year but only a few are worth-seeing. Of course, one good song can make up the flaws in such movies.

Very often, the lovers take us to their dream world where you can witness them on the banks of a river or in an enchanting garden, chasing each other with songs in their lips. On one such scene, the hero asks some childish questions and the dame replies musically. The music director makes the song memorable by producing even the subtle sound of falling dry leaves!

Just listen to these soul-stirring son

Author: P U Krishnan

First things first. I am one of those retired chaps who are young at heart. I watch cricket matches and jump for joy when Tendulkar scores yet another century. I read newspapers and books too, though I am not crazy about them. I think I have a mind free from hatred and I owe it to the wonders of nature and music. I scribble something now and then and call myself a writer! Though I have settled in Ooty, a lovely hill station in Tamil Nadu—I must emphasize the fact that I was born and brought up in Tellicherry in North Kerala and studied in the good old Government Brennen College. Of and on, my mind goes back to my ancestral house at Tiruvangad in Tellicherry in front of an ancient Sri Ram temple. I am indebted to this wonderful place which inculcated in me a love for cricket and literature. But all said and done, I am an Indian first.

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