Harmony with A.R.Rahman


There is no oil and water that doesn't mix, when it comes to music. Storm and calm are both the essential ingredients when mixed at the right proportions with mastery, produce an exquisite kind of music, an elixir that allows you to forget all the meaninglessness of life and live it as it is, seeking no knowledge of what tomorrow holds or sleep on the dents yesterday left.

Harmony - an experiment by the maestro to blend sounds, mistakenly assumed to not mix, and create something stimulating.

The techno-magician who converts digits to sounds that tap our energy to hop around or allow us float around on a sea of sadness, safely without drowning, now brings in a traditional instrument, an unconventional one, a mountain vocalist, a natural soother, each unique in its own way, and creates magic.

To envision a way to contain more than one essence in one mammoth apparatus, device a method and distill the perfume of the highest quality that arrests, enslaves the smeller, proves the genius of the mind.

Music, like science has the ability to give birth to new species as we experiment with the ideas not imagined till date and Harmony is proof enough.

We, each and every one of us, in our own fields, could never stop being curious. We falter on our way to finding new destinations but once we’ve been to those places where nobody has been before, our journey ends; and at the same time a new one begins.

Kudos!

Tiny Tales (31 to 35)

#31: Washed my wrist thrice already and couldn't find any cut. Bleeding continues with no pain.

#32: She jumped from the seventh floor and ran after the ambulance that was carrying her away.

#33: After our car crashed we ran forward to hug and passed right through the other. Only when the rescuers talk to us will we know which one of us is alive.

#34: He's afraid of sleeping. When he sleeps he wakes up in a world less pleasant.

#35: He hugged her. His heart was quiet. The longer she listened, the quieter her world became.