ANY ONE SAW HR'S INTERVIEW.. ON FILMY.. - Page 5

Ramdi ji agar aap ko uska power ke baare mein jaanna hai then i am sending you an article...If i post that here then the mods will be after me...specially Bhaskar ji...

Originally posted by: deepboy

Ramdi ji agar aap ko uska power ke baare mein jaanna hai then i am sending you an article...If i post that here then the mods will be after me...specially Bhaskar ji...

PM me.😉

Please PM me too

Originally posted by: deepboy

Ramdi ji agar aap ko uska power ke baare mein jaanna hai then i am sending you an article...If i post that here then the mods will be after me...specially Bhaskar ji...

Post the article here itself. After all, you got nothing to worry. You didn't write the article in the first place.

Besides, the truth will anyway see the light of the day ....

😉 😉 😉

Originally posted by: kabhi_21

Plsss..... dont make rumours..... He never comapared with L-P during the interview....
He said his work is inspired from L-P..... And this is true as he learnt music from his father, who was working with L-P

GG...... Pls.... masala mat lagao.... vaise meri information about interview was for the fans.........
not for the haters.... bcos i know they wl make rumours out of it.....
Vaisebhi GG bahot rumour failata hain

hmmm so you haveseen the show .ok... so just tell me what he said aby laxmikant ji and shankar jaikishan ji i mean where and when and how he used his name can you tell me........???????

looook i am not a HR hater nor a HR fan.. but he said. this when asked abthis quantity of work😉..

Originally posted by: simplyskud

Post the article here itself. After all, you got nothing to worry. You didn't write the article in the first place.

Besides, the truth will anyway see the light of the day ....

😉 😉 😉

nahi ji woh mera hi creation hai...

Originally posted by: deepboy

nahi ji woh mera hi creation hai...

Hehe .... then pm me the article as well ....

😉 😉

Here's one for you all :

Whatever you think of his music, your personal tastes, as Himesh might say now are, Tera Terra Terraa Kussooooor.

Yo, Himace bhai!

Friday, April 07, 2006 | Views

It's not so easy to get it because we have the first Indian rock-star foisted so strongly upon the urban consciousness by a non-urban India

Mayank Shekhar

Hi, I am Himesh," said, well, Himesh of course, a familiar looking, clean-shaven young man, with his head down, dressed in a simple shirt, and expressly apologetic mannerisms. He had humbly walked up from his slick car to the drive-way where we were. It's not unusual to attract attention when you light up a cigarette at a public place. There's always someone looking for matches, or if you're at a concert-venue, as I was, you know what's coming when they hesitate, mumble, and then wonder aloud, "Would you have an extra one I can bum off?" But they don't usually introduce themselves. Himesh, I realised, wasn't a smoker. He was a successful music composer. He religiously read the newspaper I worked for. Or so he said, which became the point of the brief chat he initiated. Given my innate inadequacies with taking forward introductions, or brief chats, we shared a few fake smiles, before a fairly immediate, "Thank you… We must keep in touch." It'd been a nightmare for me to enter an autorickshaw at the time because of Himesh, though I didn't tell him that. You had to be a frequent flyer on the city's rickshaws to know how it felt, when the industrial revolution around was eager to collide against your delicate three-wheeler. And all you had for prayers were unbearable jhankaar beats blaring at top volume. You couldn't help but hold on to the side-bar, and watch the bhaiyya on the wheel wave his hand in the air, tense up his forehead, and go, "Kya baat hai", to Himesh's Silisilay mulaqaton mein…, Tere Naam, Dil ne diya hai… The garish, jarring sound, and poetry, purely belonged to the country-sides, where brooding is the popular form of love. Where good girls don't meet good boys, or answer invitations like, It's the time to disco. Where good boys gaze at good girls, mark their own, refer to them respectably, "Aap" (in songs at least), build images in their heads, lip-sync romantic numbers. And they know they're in love. Alone; but in love. Away; but in love. Never spoken to her; but in love. None of my friends appeared excited to have met Himesh. Or quite knew who he was, as a phenomenon. I wasn't surprised. This was about two years ago from last week, when I casually mentioned to some (not the same lot from the concert) that I was to meet Himesh Reshammiya for a television interview. I hadn't seen such wide-eyed excitement for anyone. "We wanna come, let us know when," as if we were to watch a curious specimen. They'd all crack up with usual gags about hot women prancing around, as 'Himace' sulked in the corner; his irritating high octave voice; his face plastered everywhere, every television channel or radio station, any time of the given day. Thanks to a music label that would care only if he sold maximum cassettes at highway corner-shops, by now, Himesh, the baseball cap, jacket, thick stubble and a thicker nasal twang, had all become rockstars in the true sense of the urban term — a singer with an acquired attitude, a composer with his own niche, a musician with his own mass-following. A celebrity who'd be much harder to meet than at the drive-way of a concert-venue. Who'd bunk three interview appointments in as many weeks; arrive a few hours late; remain stuck to his cell phone, and never let go off his bugging visual image. His music and its sensibilities roughly remain the same, and they hit the same unknown chord. But for a few embellishments and videos that perhaps allow him some posh listeners. As I watched 'Himace' reiterate the same point, no matter how I'd vent my frustration, "Show me anyone who sells even one-tenth I do," I realised this was a peculiar revenge from non-urban India. There was nothing to fake his following, and its extent wasn't so easy to fathom. He may well be the first sub-altern super-star so strongly foisted upon the urban consciousness and media. Whatever you think of his music. Your personal tastes, as Himesh might say (with some modification) now are, Tera Terra Terraa Kussooooor… Huh!

Originally posted by: simplyskud

Post the article here itself. After all, you got nothing to worry. You didn't write the article in the first place.

Besides, the truth will anyway see the light of the day ....

😉 😉 😉

Skudji rahem khao humpar😆.......

deep don't post that please.... I tell you😆 Hey thats no media article but written by someone jokingly. And believe me it'll create hell for us here if posted. So skudji get it through PM from deep and enjoy 😆

Originally posted by: Bhaskar.T

Skudji rahem khao humpar😆.......

deep don't post that please.... I tell you😆 Hey thats no media article but written by someone jokingly. And believe me it'll create hell for us here if posted. So skudji get it through PM from deep and enjoy 😆

What if I do a brilliant photoshop work and make it look like an article written by Shubash K Jha (that idiot hardly has anything else to write on) in the Mumbai Mirror ??

That would just be "inspired journalism" on the same lines as "inspired music" ..... Wouldn't it be so, Bhaskar ???

😉 😉 😉

It is a fantastic piece of literature !!I just can't stop laughing😆😆

Originally posted by: Bhaskar.T

Skudji rahem khao humpar😆.......

deep don't post that please.... I tell you😆 Hey thats no media article but written by someone jokingly. And believe me it'll create hell for us here if posted. So skudji get it through PM from deep and enjoy 😆