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Posted on | November 11, 2006 | Comments Off

yesterday,i decided after four days of decidedly loutish,and almost indigent behaviour,that the time had come finally to start taking work and preparation for my examinations more seriously.so,the past two days(including today;almost past) have been spent studying seriously or lying on the bed listening to that ordered cacophony that rules indian film music these days and is called himmesh reshamiya.

its not that i am a connoisseur of music and listen to virtuoso performances only(or ever),but well..and you know..i dont really believe himmesh can or should sing..not good for people with nerves like mine..but yeah,those assorted sounds he makes with his mouth and nose..well..they are inimitable!!

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