The Genius of Ilayaraja - II
Two Peppy Numbers It has been a tough week, fellas. Escalations, failed promises, missed milestones, "con"-calls, colorful reports with incorrect data, attrition, interviews...the usual. So, naturally, I was unusually thankful that Friday had arrived. I poured myself a glass of Grover's Cabarnet Shiraz from the vineyards of Nashik -- the ostensible birthplace of my ancestors; about my only connection with them. It was really not a wine glass, you know, but a stainless steel tumbler with dabara, in order to camoflauge it from the prying eyes and sniffing noses of my mom and daughter, placed unobtrusively on the chest of drawers next to a globe, and me sipping the blood of Christ casually as if I was drinking neer more. The pressures of a brahmin household...! I switched on my iPod, turned on "shuffle" mode and immersed myself into the treasure trove of my favorite Ilayaraja songs from 1976 to 92. I tell you, folks. I have listened to a lot of Raja. But N...