Sonu Nigam — the talented singer who almost walked into singing with the very first steps he took, with a stage performance at age three with his singer father Agam Nigam, is a familiar face with audiences since those days when he hosted the Sa Re Ga Ma Show on TV. My first meeting with him was at a popular awards nite, where one saw him skip upstage to collect his trophy as best singer.
Jungle cabin office with Masai warrior
While overwhelmed he voiced chagrin at being overlooked for so long; and was followed by the inimitable Javed (Akhtar) who received his award tongue-in-cheek, wit in place, declaring he had no grievances vis-a-vis awards, swinging the audience to peals of laughter.
Then I met him again at an actor's intimate birthday dinner. But much water has obviously flown neath the bridge since then. Today at his home, I see many a blow-up of Sonu receiving trophies and besides play-back singing he has forayed into acting too. As his sister fondly voices, "He is no ordinary man, he is a star!"
Sonu has come far indeed from his childhood in Faridabad and Delhi, where he accompanied his father who sang for the love of it, at weddings and stage performances non-professionally and from those bit roles in film as a child artiste in Betaab, Hum Ee Hai Zamana, Taqdeer……and the present is it's natural consequence.
Haryana in Bombay
But those early days must have been impactful times, for he seems to have carried over the nostalgia to his Mumbai home, where you find yourself in the unusual ambience (to say the least) of a Haryana tableaux re-created: A simulated well, with a rope to "pull out water", a rural mud and clay seating.
Baroque meets St Peter's meets Haveli living room, round seating corner with archangel painted ceiling
The signature harmonium placed appropriately ready for mood, under the "shade" of the heavy 'growth' of faux trees, lanterns hung from the branches, fire urn, brick wall background, all in a Lokhandwala flat!
As you enter the glitzy towers of his residence, a three-foot tall domestic help, with the appropriate appearance of a village lad guides you to a space uniquely combined of Baroque-meets-neoclassic-meets-Haveli.
A domed ceiling a la St Peter's Cathedral, painted with archangels. And towards this magnificent end the ritzy bar is faceted with m
irrors, while bottles and glasses glint the reflections of lights that go off and on disco style.
A display of porcelain figurines and glass dancing women, dukes, duchesses, peasants and a profusion of synthetic flowers in all varieties and colours adorn tables.
The African outback
But the piece de resistance is the balcony, enclosed into a den where he conducts meetings. Here Sonu's penchant for films completely takes over.
You almost expect a lion skin-clad figure to emerge thumping his chest with a "Me Tarzan" note from a complete little African Jungle, thick foliage from art plants and trees, life sized Masai warriors — giraffes too, detailed to the extent of mini cockroaches upon the tree trunks, and bugs and butterflies to which wife draws attention as she plies me with a glass of juice.
Within this ambience (which includes a little Christ nativity corner to crib, infant Jesus and Mary) is set the desk where music and song meetings evolve to inspiration.
And this is his sanctuary, where he, resides with his father, mother and wife, to emerge and take on the world, brickbats and bouquets.