Not so long ago came a song that
marched into the lives of every citizen of this virtual world, the minute it
went online. Before people could fathom what the fuzz was all about, what the lyrics
meant, what language it was based on, it jelled into our lives like the dress
we wear every day. Be it sarcasm, anger or disappointment, the catch phrase of
the song became the cue for all and sundry.
When something out of the blue gets
a standing ovation there is bound to be a group for stripping everything off
from it. Little did it realise that the whole world was wearing the dress of rage. Soon enough, the active world which fights
over inconsequential issues, got neck deep in a debate to decide on the sanctity
of everything it couldn’t preserve in reality. The saviours of tamil, music, culture
and most importantly woman freedom couldn’t get enough of the controversy. While I loved the quirky style of the song
(yes I believe it is a song – after all we did accept even a tribal grumbling as
a song) it was amusing to see how hatred was spreading around it. Was it because
a lean chalk piece of a man with no great looks, but with all the luck by chance,
got catapulted to superstardom by just rambling about for 3 ½ minutes? Or was
it out of anger at the deteriorating taste of the masses which accepted the daft
lyrics and the sloppy tune? I did stick with the latter reason because those who
were behind the propaganda were the intelligent fools I respect. I even tried
to reason out with them that it is not worth spending time debating on it, that
the lyrics doesn’t have a meaning and is just there to produce a rhyming sound
& it should only be valued as an immensely entertaining song. But the
moment I termed it as an entertaining song, nothing else mattered & the
debate continued as to how I can term it as entertaining when it was devaluing
everything we should be known for.
To all those self-appointed liberators
who are crying foul at how irresponsible the song is, I have only this to say -
In a world filled with gold, diamond, Ferrari, people who can afford them still
buy fake ornaments & nanos because of the simple fact that it’s convenient
& hassle free. In the real world that my dear liberators live in, when
their chips are down, the first word that comes out of their mouth (be it a guy
or a girl) is ‘fuck’ & not ‘oh dear holy God’. Maybe they can’t understand
what I mean, because they are busy ‘lamo’ over the indecent proposals &
sexist remarks that are being passed on as jokes in BBT & HIMYM.
So why this Kolaveri on those people
when the euphoria surrounding the song is dying down? It is because after a
long time I switched on FM only to hear this song.
This song represents everything that
was talked against Kolaveri & everything beyond that. So why haven’t the so
called liberators come forward to protest against this uncomely song which
vehemently proclaims to be the male chauvinist that Kolaveri didn’t plan to be?
