Men of very few words are either geniuses that let their work do the talking or mavericks upto some crime or the other. Fortunately, we in India, have seen the former ones more often than not. There are only two names that spell inspiration and joy to India in the last two decades. One is Sachin Tendulkar. The other is A.R Rahman.
While in the movie theater watching Delhi 6, I remarked to my aunt who was enjoying the beautiful way Arziyan was sung and incorporated in the movie, that this piece of music is something much better than what he might just end up winning an Academy award for the next day. It was true. The music of Delhi 6 reminds you of Rahman of Roja, Thiruda Thiruda, Duet and other such prodigious territories. Not that he ever went out of form. Still, tonight, we witnessed the boy from Madras receive not one but two Oscars for music, that despite being far from his best, brought him that recognition, he truly deserved.
It rightly celebrates the man for his big heart and even bigger talent for constantly churning out remarkable notes. A friend once remarked how Rahman uses classical raagas in their most pristine form. An example being Hai Rama from Rangeela, which is supposed to be PanthuvarAli without even one swaram added or subtracted. Such is his devotion and passion towards music.
It has been an exhilarating journey since 1991-92 and it promises so much more after tonight. From the song that went “Tamizha Tamizha, Naalai Nam Naale” to an Oscar acceptance speech ending with “Ellan Pugazhum Iraivanukkey” and a dance number that spells out Jai Ho on the stage of Kodak Theater, he has done it all. Clearly, this was not a requirement. He doesn’t need this to be called the best composer of recent times from India, but he did it anyway. And for that, every soul that is moved by the flute piece in the middle of Kadhal Rojave, will be thankful. That is everyone.
If they ever told my story, let them tell that I listened to giants. Men rise and fall like the winter wheat, but these names will never die. Let them tell, that I lived in the time of A.R.Rahman, the Mozart from Madras.(Slightly abridged from original source)