ayi-mmah-seR hse-miH

Good Old Days: Even if his name was the one above, it wouldn't be insult enough to sing praises about his god given divine intonation. I was reminded of good old days in primary school, when I was an ardent follower of Mowgli and his clique. Mowgli had long hair but no cap, and thought he was born a wolf. And every night his entire clan would visit the highest point of their kingdom, and howl in unison. The forbearing forest-folk wouldn’t protest against this minute of personal glory for the wolf-log. They of course weren’t aware of the ramifications that stood impending.

Present day world: We are the jungle folk. And we are troubled by hundreds of minutes of this divine intonation, that reverberates, echoes, distills through to the remotest of chords of our minds and stays there lingering like the stench that follows you, if you are in a cab trailing the municipal garbage van.
I could never imagine one letter of the alphabet could influence my life so much that I would start despising it. Wherever I go, the menace stands aide-memoire to this monstrous aberration. Cabs, Discos, Pubs, cubicles of fellow-colleagues, wherever you go, the voice loiters.

The letter ‘O’…
A monosyllable when properly used can be very sweet. Like ‘I Love You’.
But there’s someone is there in this world, who is so insane, that he twists and torts this syllable beyond the limits of human comprehension...
It’s quite heart breaking to know that this guy has so many followers! I really can’t find what’s so enchanting about his voice that many are so fond off.
All he does is chant the same letter in umpteen different ways.
The phenomenon that he is, I would interpret this happening as a difference that people grew fond off. Like the ‘Stockholm Syndrome’. The ‘OOOOOO’ drone drove into our minds so much that, we started having an affinity towards it. Even I find myself singing ‘Jhalak Diklaaja’, only to realize my folly immediately and scorn myself for indulging in such nonsense.
But then its quite comical to see a rocking super hot model shake a leg for his insanity. Each time the song airs on TV, my hand finds the remote ‘Mute’ button automatically, and I stare endlessly at the beautiful damsel bouncing about on my 14 “ screen.

Inference:
With so much good music all around, people want a change. They don’t even mind a slight aberration from normal music. Even if it is weird. A change is a change.