ee nade edo ayyindi [Telugu]

Movie actress Revathi will always be one of those that my generation would admire, and I am quite positive that she was every young girl in her teens/early 20’s idol. In teh way she re-defined cuteness, the carefree yet controlled dance movements, the way her eyes would become circles during expression, the little mannerisms, twirling her head, the way she’d bend half her petite size to duck and run. Little stuff, things that would set her apart from the ones who were there before and even amongst her peers as Amala, Nadiya, Suhasini and rest.

She grew from the young, brat to a lovely elegant woman along with the rest of us.

When I think of Revathi, it’s her spectacular character that she played in Mouna Ragam that pops into my head. It was every girls’ dream to be her, to realize love the way she did, coz almost all of us had a semblance of Karthik in our real lives and we all knew (but never admitted) that was going nowhere!

This movie simply titled -Prema (meaning Love) released while I was in college. She was decidely rooted into movies – Tamil and Telugu – and being the giddy young girl-woman, I promptly loved the movie. It was about, what else, Love, and the road it takes to start, bloom and then very prematurely die. Hated the part when she dies. All the more hated it coz well, her death was very  cleverly based on medical facts. The guy who wrote the story actually did some research and me being the snobbish medico, was sufficiently impressed as much as I hated his guts for murdering this wonderful full of life character! I don’t think the audience, especially the Telugu crowd liked it much either. The movie didn’t do so well, but I could be wrong, as I did not exactly grow up in that area.

She played Maggie in the movie, and she took way more pills than she should have and they all worked against her ultimately. That is all I remember and then this song.

Venkatesh, the actor was never a huge hit with me. He somehow couldn’t act much, nor was her versatile, and his diction was off. (Yes, I was a snob again when it came to pronouncing the words the way they were meant to.) Yet, this movie, there was some amazing chemistry between them and this song below showcases it excellently.

Tuned to the Maestro’s music, (which is always a pleasure to hear even for the tone-deaf), set to romantic lyrics by Veturi, where the sun, moon and time stand still for the lovers to revel in their moment, this song has an appeal to all young either at heart or in love.

The moment when one realizes the complete freedom in surrender and the ecstasy of being in love. :-)

Enjoy my all-time favorite!

Movie Name: Prema (1992)
Singer: Balasubrahmanyam SP, Chithra
Music Director: Ilayaraja
Lyrics: Veturi Sudhararamamurthy

Actors: Revathi, Venkatesh

[Love the strings at 1:01]
Lyrics with a very literal (not poetic at all unfortunately, and any and all corrections welcome) translation:


yi naaDE yEdO aiyindi yEnaaDu naalO jaragannadi
[Something happened today that has not happened to me ever]

yee anubhavam maralaa raanidi aananda raagam mrOgindi
[This experience will not come again, the happy tunes play]

andaalalOkam rammandi
[The beautiful world invites]

yi naade

ningi nEla ekamkaaga yeekshanamilaagE aagindi
[As the earth and sky unite, this moment stands still]

OkaTe maaTannadi OkaTai pOmmannadi
[It says just one word, asking us to become one]

manasE immannadi adi naa sOmmannadi
[To give your your heart, as it belongs to me]

paruvaalu meeTi na na na na na sElayETi tOTi na na na na na

paaDaali nEDu na na na na na kaavaali tODu na na na na na na na na na na

[I donno :( ]

yi naade

suryani maapi chandruni aapi vEnnEla rOjanta kaachindi
[It tricked the sun, stopped the moon and let the moonlight shine through the day]

pagalu rEyannadi aasElElEdannadi
[It said the day was night and there was no reality ]

kalalE vaddannadi nijamE kammannadi
[It said there were no dreams, just the reality was beautiful]

yEdalOni aasa na na na na na yEdagaali baasa na na na na na
[The wish in the heart, should increase….]

kalavaali neevu na na na na na karagaali nEnu na na na na na na na na na na
[When I meet you, I would melt]

yi naade


In hindi – Chitra’s voice again, a voice that makes one feel love choke them even when they are not. Some voices have the power :-)


No, am not talking about the Bollywood Om Mangalam, so if you are here searching for it, you may want to look elsewhere.

My first introduction to the word was in Dance. Of course as an adult, I later came to know the sanskrit meaning of it, and learned to appreciate the relevance of its usage.

In dance and other musical concerts I’ve attended, sticking to tradition, most end the day/evening with this Mangalam, composed originally by Bhaktha Ramadasu in the 15th century or thereabouts. The lyrics are below, but this is a good place to check for meaning as well.

It’s a soothing repetitive melody, one that I still struggle to get the lyrics right when I occasionally join in the signing.

ps:Charanam 3 has slightly different words in two different versions.

Song/Composer: RamacandrAya/ Bhatktha Ramadasu

Ragam: Kurinji

Talam: Adi

  1. రామచంద్రాయ జనక రాజజా మనోహరాయ మామకాభీస్టదాయ మహిత మంగళం

  2. కోశలేశాయ మందహాసదాసపోషనాయ వాసవాదివినుత సర్వరాయమంగళం

  3. చారుకుంకుమోపేత చందనాదిచర్చితాయ హారకాశోభితాయ భూరిమంగళం

  4. లలితరత్నకున్దలాయ తులసీవనమాలికాయ జలజసద్రుసదేహాయ చారుమంగళం

  5. దేవకీపుత్రాయ దేవదేవోత్తమాయ చావజాతగురువరాయ భవ్యమంగళం

  6. పుండరీకాక్షాయ పూర్నచంద్రాననాయ అండజాతవాహనాయ అతులమంగళం

  7. విమలరూపాయ వివిధవేదాంతవేద్యాయ సుముఖచిత్తకామితాయ శుభ్రమంగళం

  8. రామదాసాయ మృదుల హృదయకమలవాసాయ స్వామిభద్రగిరివరాయ సర్వమంగళం


  1. rAma chandrAya janaka rAja jA manOharAya mAmakA bheeshTa dAya mahita mangaLam
  2. kOsalEndrAya manda hAsa dAsa pOsha Naya vAsavAdi vinuta sad varado mangaLam
  3. chAru kumkumO pEta chandanAdi charchitAya hAraka SObhitAya bhoori mangaLam
  4. lalita ratna kunDalAya tulasee vana mAlikAya jalaja sadruSa dEhAya chAru mangaLam
  5. dEvakee putrAya dEva dEvOttamAya chAva jAta guru varAya bhavy mangaLam
  6. punDaree kAkshAya poorNa chandrAnanAya anDa jAta vAhanAya atula mangaLam
  7. vimala roopAya vividha vEdAnta vEdyAya sujana chitta kAmitAya subhaga mangaLam
  8. rAma dAsa mrudula hrudaya tAmarasa nivAsAya swAmi bhadra girivarAya sarva mangaLam


I remembered mangalam not with any particular religious or musical trigger, but more to signify the end of an event/action. It’s flippant of course, but anything for laughs. The brain is a monkey in the way it connects things. Henceforth, dancing will perhaps be a vicarious pleasure after all, enjoying from the other side of the fence.

Good things do come to an end.

kora kagaz

There’s something to be said of songs of yester-years. It’s most likely the indulgence we willingly put ourselves through of reliving the past. In any sense that most resonates the endorphin rush.

The lyrics do it for me. Now. The last time I heard this song, it was the beauty of Sharmila. The other time it reminded me of the song – Sapnon ki Rani- coz we performed it some time. It’s different each time. Music does that to you. Memories triggered to completely wash you over with what it feels at that point.

So what does this song remind you of?


ARR came

ARR performed

ARR left

..and we were left standing in the crowd with our mouths and senses agape.

Clouds of doubt and questions over all our minds – “really? THIS is it?

Disappointment overtook many and we smiled through it all. Coz, it was after all one heck of a show with ARR center stage and the accompanying dancers performed in orchestrated perfection, the music was great and the crowds were vibrant and it was well, as I said, a great show.

So why disappointment, you ask? Coz of our expectations, naturally. No, don’t get me wrong. The show as great, just not the kind of great we expected.

Tracking back, I have always believed that music transcends language. I still do. Just not vehemently as I used to before the show. I speak retrospectively, coz I put my expectations and the show together, and what am left with (along with a whole bunch of friends who echo my thoughts to the finest detail) is the fact that as much as music transcends the language it carries through, sometimes it’s not always about the music.

It’s about the conductor, the orchestra, the entertainers, the producers, the audience/crowd and the aura of it all.

It all started a few months before the date was set for the local performance. Friend picked up tickets and emails kept flying back and forth on the tickets selling out, the numbers needed, the songs that could play, the babysitting arrangements, the singers coming with him, and so on and on and on. Frenzied sharing of preview videos, the reviews, the prep videos that went viral on facebook, and the anticipation. It was heightened fever.

The day came and it has been a while since I saw so many desis under one roof. Way too many – it was like I walked out of Chennai airport and bam! there I get stoned into seeing so many brown faces all at once, and it takes a moment to sink in – yes, am home. The area I live in isn’t that heavy-concentrated desi kinds, we exist in enough numbers, but not all at once anywhere. So yes, it was a pleasure and a bit of a hide n seek, to hide from some and seek the others.

Simply put, the show was extravagant.

They came here with a purpose to put together a jazzy eye-popping show never seen before and they did. Lithe dancers doing some crazy unbelievable moves, complete with props, hanging mid-air, balancing on single ropes, enacting scenes from the movies’ visual, all were overwhelming as much as they were exciting.

Sometimes the dancers took away from the music, sometimes they enhanced it.

Sometimes ARR took away from the music, sometimes he enhanced it.

Before I get stoned for saying something blasphemous about the mighty man, let me clarify. ARR’s music is amazing, and I am one among the many desis who are proud of his accomplishments and his contributions. No issues there. I speak of the show. The show is a whole another animal altogether and that’s where I say that ARR was a part of it (admittedly a large part) and the experience of sitting through two hours of it was most definitely carried more than just him.

Art is and will always be beyond the performer, the creator even. Once a second person experiences it, the artist will have to forego many a right on his piece. (I am not talking legalities here.) In the same vein, I speak of personalities and characters who are molded to a certain role. The humility and the modesty – the quiet pride with which he stood and held the Oscar and the earlier (show) instances when one has seen a demure man with a straight head on square shoulders – is admirable. Maybe even the single most reason when his music is transcended by the tangible nature of ARR being ‘one among us’. No star material, an ordinary man making extraordinary music. Other things fall into place naturally.

So when ARR comes out wearing this heavily jeweled overcoat, (There were a couple of references to the our dear MJ), walking into the midst of the crowd with his large  instrument slung over his shoulder – forgive me for not wanting to shriek his name or get hugely excited. For one, it wasn’t the ARR we related to. Two: the lights, jazz and the pomp and show – the setting seemed very incongruous.

Even if I did want to overlook all of the frill, and focused just on the aura of the music, we were left with just wanting a little bit more on the Tamil songs. Telugu, I knew he wouldn’t sing anyway, but I expected Tamil, as that’s where he broke ground.

We were to be happy with perhaps three – Mangalyam, Roja (hindi), Humma Humma, and a couple of stanzas from others. Hariharan’s rendition of just 30 seconds of “Kandukondein” should have clued in to everyone present regarding the demographics of the audience. That’s it. Done. Khalas. Tamil, was relegated to the green room.

I could write more on the Hindi songs and the various antics of the entertainers, ARR’s attempt to be a man of the crowd, and the musical treat that lasted two hours but seemed much much short (don’t they always?), and how the crowd had the time of their life, but I’ll stop here. I left the hall with a slight tug at the heart, coz I assumed that I’d hear more songs that I grew up on. Husband on the other hand left a happy man. Not only did he wangle a surprise ticket for the show the evening before, but is clueless on tamil and hence didn’t cloud his expectations.

Here’s a short video I shot of the finale.

Yes, it’s far (that’s where the $75 seats were). No, I couldn’t zoom in – it was the iphone. Enjoy!

I shared coz I am the nice person that I am and I’d like for you to get a small taste of what it was to be there, not get the whole experience :-p