Saanz Gaarva- This music album by Milind Ingle nd Saumitra stands as a milestone in Music. It is said to be the rebirth of Bhaavgeet in Marathi. For me, this collection of songs holds a very special place.
In those days Albums used to come in Cassettes. I loved pulling out those brown tapes from them nd then "repair" the cassette using pencils. However one cassette I never did that to was Saanz Gaarva. I was obviously too young to have found out what Love means, nd I would barely understand what the songs nd poems were all about. Nd yet I knew all of them perfectly by heart.
All my ideas of Love nd Rain have probably come from those songs. On drives with Aai nd Baba, I would stretch out on the back seat (I fit) nd insist on continuously playing these songs on the deck. Funnily enough, they never got bored of these songs either. Baba had his favourite, I had mine. But as a boy, I would proclaim that infact I too loved the same song my dad did. "Aathvaninchya fulaanni kase". I still remember Baba's favorite. Nd m sure that he too remembers mine.
As years passed, the car changed, my height overtook the back seat, cassettes died, nd I moved on to other music. So much changed after that. The Car named life took to sea sometimes nd then to the city nd soon it became a roller coaster. Those songs became a forgotten memory nd Milind Ingle couldn't come up with anything as good.
Nd then, a few days ago, one of those songs popped back into my head. The internet has made it easy to download songs. I didn't really have the time to do it but the minute I did, I got them. The next thing to do was arrange them in correct order.
On a free night, I lay down in bed nd played the album. Sure enough it took me back to the car on rainy journeys, the vipers moving in perfect rhythm to the songs. It made me miss dad. It made me miss myself. The bumpy roller coaster of life turned back into that less bumpy car ride, if just for a moment. I was largely overwhelmed.
Nd I sat down to write it all down. The album ended just as I finished this blog. The moment ended. Another long day at Thespo tempo. I know the songs are waiting for me. But they're not to be heard everyday. Maybe another time in the car.
