Kishore Kumar

There are some voices in this world which are immortal. Kishore Kumar's voice is one of them. It has got an amazing quality. It doesn't sound like a voice of some music maestro, showing his prowess and astounding you. It is a voice of ordinary, idyllic fellow, humming casually, unaware of surroundings. It has got that trueness in it, that always touches your heart. We all can sing his numbers with equal ease, without fearing any musical mishap. His lyrics grooves in with the tunes so naturally that you don't require pains of remembering tunes.

You'll see what I am saying when you watch this song. Hats off to mast-kalandar Kishore Kumar.

Lucky Ali

Now a days I have started liking Lucky Ali. Not that, I didn't like his songs before. But now a days I have started re-appreciating the beauty of his songs and their meaningful wordings. Commonality in almost all of his songs is his distinctive music style (which I cannot put in words, being an illiterate in this field), and his husky carefree voice.

On reading his biography, I came to know that he is actually an avid traveler as he portrays in most of his songs.
Moving from one place to another, appreciating the distinctness of those places, still detached from everything. His lyrics are meaningful, still very simple and are easy to hum.

I guess, one more reason I love his songs now a days is, his staying-away-from-home-and-missing-it-too-much theme. I can imagine myself there singing, roaming on those streets. :)

His music videos aren't posh or flashy. But they have a rustic touch which brings you closer to his songs.

To finish off my post, I leave you with one of my favorite numbers by Lucky Ali - Anjani Rahon Mein. (Translation - In strange streets...)

If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

--Rudyard Kipling

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