I am trying to backspace the “hello”

And replace it with a “namaskaram” when the phone rings…

#paatuclasseffects

Not that my phone rings often. Still.

Am loving the earthy warmth in the greeting…

My mil is rather amused.

From zero

I have started music lessons. Carnatic music — appreciation and even singing — from a musician who is creme de la creme in chennai, she is a pedigree A Grade musician, she has Sung at the music academy. Won all the titles there are to win.

And here as I key this in… I am wondering why she would bother…

I don’t have a singing voice. I have a fair sense of music, poor sense of rhythm and zero natural talent. And it is not for money – no fee is charged. And so I am guessing it must be for love…

What I have in my favour is schadenfreude, because some women in my batch are gasp worse than me.

This is a recent video of maami and her students, singing at the Mecca of music in chennai.
http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=toLzojM7GLE

She has it all artistry, prowess bordering on genius… And it breaks my heart as she hears my version of mohanam.