Long nourished dream came true today. I saw K J Yesudas in person. It was a function to pay homage to the late singer Shantha P Nair. Yesudas had given a neat little speech and after few other speeches there was this wonderful documentary about the great lady. Really enjoyed listening to her speak about the old times and some of those old songs which I have heard my Mom sing often. Though it was an era totally faded in memories of the older generation, I found myself missing those times. It is a strange feeling that you get, like when you watch really old movies and imagine yourself in those times (I like to imagine myself in a theatre in those times watching that movie and the people and the world around me, rather than being inside the movie). Hard to put in words, cause it is not just nostalgia, its losing something you never knew the taste of, and something that brings with it the smell and the air of yester years. Maybe it is at times like this that you might want to imagine about multiple births and having spent one all that time ago.
My greatest moment was when I was standing close to Yesudas and as he passed, stopped to talk with a few around him. I had this feeling of something cool poured on the top of my head, a waterfall that ran within me. No, not blood! This was a gust of outright admiration and respect, absolutely liquefied by some strange force as I watched the great man in front of me. And, for a moment, the great man himself seemed to have sensed that coolness coming out from the aforesaid human-waterfall, for he found the source and presented her a mesmerizing, going-to-be-cherished-forever smile.
Story of a lost journalist 
