It’s a hard day’s night and nasal nightmare haunts. It’s certainly not about clogged nostrils but overflowing violence to the ears. Prejudice aside, for an object(ive) consumer at point blank range, Himesh Reshammiya’s blasts are not as satin-like as his name suggests. In fact he leaves no scope for reconciliation. The singer (his lead role of a music director has been overshadowed) may corner you at any point of time inthe day with an army of combat girls, who seem to be guarding him ferociously with some latest technique in dancing. Honestly it pulls, but that’s the bait to draw the victim into a web called ‘Spillover Syndrome’.
The syndrome begins when one starts reacting to what one has been fed the most on. You can’t tell a humdrum insect not to crawl up the silk snare that the spider weaves for it! Our Spiderman – this one wears a cap – does the trick with high- pitched musical notes, now formulae that most hum and drum. He even rips through the roads the common man takes. If not in person, he’s virtually in every party,wedding, talent hunt show, on satellite channels, in aspiring singers’ imagination, riding air waves,ruling ipods, motivating choreographers, synchronising free style dancers, wafting from rickety rickshaws,giving rhythm to the snips of a barber in the salon… I won’t be surprised to find him on the bedside wall ofthe ready-to-be-smitten teen queens!
My hypo allergy can wait while I credit His Exc(ess)ellency with the phenomenal task of making music so whine-able for every one who has a tongue. Wish the promising music director – who started his career with ‘title’ songs and ‘background’ music for serials at the time when TV too was bereft of ‘syndromes’ – had not been so chronic in times of clones. And wish he could (over)kill all with a smile at least.
He has made indeed stubble-ridden Aashiqs out of pop lovers, who now have a Desi icon capable of delivering a hit at the drop of a cap!
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