My love for the man has not reduced ONE bit. Really. I sometimes wake up and tunes play in my mind. Always the ones composed by the man himself. My friends (or atleast the ones I used to have a few years ago) used to call me a Rah"maniac". I feel very proud when that word is used on me..I love the sound of that word "Rahmaniac".
I was sleeping when the movie Roja started. Then suddenly, I was blinded by some bright light. I saw the sun come up...and suddenly the starting bit of Chinna chinna aasai woke me up. And I stayed put, paying rapt attention to the screen. I was not seeing the movie. I was actually observing the music that was playing in the background. Completely captivated the (then) little girl.
The man actually conquered my heart that day, and till date he simply rules. I never for a minute doubted his capacity/ ability to move me to tears, to make me smile, to make me want to get up and dance (with my two left feet), to put taalam to his tunes , to nod my head in appreciation, to fill my eyes with dreams and to simply light my heart.
There are two men in my life. One Dad and one husband. Both simply LOVE to say annoying things about my ARR and irritate me. They simply love to see me going red with anger and scrowling at them. While they go on and on and on and see me sulking. Grr @ them. Say all you want, you two. The fact remains that my man bought home TWO Oscars and well....some words are best left unsaid.
But, irrespective of what anyone says, I still love my man. And I will always. I pray that he has a happy, healthy and a very very very long life ahead of him. I am proud that I live in the same era as he does and breathe the same air as he does and walk on the same ground that he does. I do not understand the feeling though. Someone says something nice about him, I feel ten feet tall with pride. Someone is mean and nasty about him, I want to kill him. Whats all this? Some previous birth connection eh? Spooooky I say! My confused feelings apart,
Long Live, God Bless and Truck loads of Love to you,
your very humble, tiny and an insignificant devotee,
vasumathi balaji sridharan