(A/N):
Drop a here that you find funny. Or reflects your mood.
Guys I hope you put more comnts and power stones... Which will encourage ...
....
In fact, only a few days earlier,
Anirudh had personally visited the Sivakumar household carrying a laptop, several notebooks, and enough excitent to power an entire city.
Karuppu still rembered that evening clearly.
Anirudh practically barged into the house.
"Anna1!"
Karuppu looked up from the video ga he was playing.
Even through both were in sa age. And only 4 months difference between them.
The young composer would call him Anna when ever he was excited.
And now...
The young composer looked as though he hadn't slept properly for days.
His eyes were glowing with excitent.
Which usually ant trouble.
"Why do I feel like you're about to create problems for ?"
Karuppu asked raising his eye brow pausing the ga he was playing.
Anirudh imdiately sat beside him.
"I have a song."
"Good."
"I want you to sing it."
Karuppu paused stunned by the demand.
"...What?"
Anirudh opened his laptop imdiately.
Then played the rough composition.
A quirky beat filled the room.
Sothing completely different from the emotional songs already composed for the film.
Then ca the lyrics.
"Why This Kolaveri Di."
Karuppu listened quietly.
The tune was simple.
Catchy.
Almost absurdly simple.
Which sohow made it morable.
By the ti the rough track finished, Karuppu found himself unconsciously humming the hook.
Anirudh imdiately pointed.
"See!"
Karuppu frowned for a second.
"What?"
"You rembered it."
"..."
The annoying part was that he was right.
The tune had already lodged itself inside his brain.
Anirudh grinned proudly.
"This song will work."
Karuppu wasn't fully convinced yet.
The lyrics sounded intentionally casual.
Almost like soone singing while half drunk and heartbroken at the sa ti.
Nothing about it felt conventional for him to sing.
Which was exactly why Anirudh liked the idea and wanted him to sing.
Then once again Anirudh insisted.
"I want you to sing it."
Karuppu blinked seeing his serious look.
"Why ?"
"Because Ram is singing it."
The young composer replied imdiately.
"The imperfections make it better."
"The broken English makes it better."
"The rawness makes it better."
The more Anirudh explained his vision, the more Karuppu began understanding what he wanted.
Eventually he agreed.
And the mont he agreed...
Sothing unexpected happened.
Inside his mind.
The familiar blue system panel appeared.
[-DING!]
[NEW SUB-BRANCH UNLOCKED
Cinema → Singing.]
Karuppu nearly choked.
Of all the monts. Of all the skills.
Now? The panel continued.
[Current Singing Skill: 3
Available Talent Points: 25.]
After a brief consideration, Karuppu invested one point.
Imdiately the skill changed.
[Singing: 4.]
Then another notification appeared.
[Requirent to advance further: Successfully record or perform 15 songs.]
Karuppu stared at the system panel.
"Fifteen?"
The system remained completely indifferent.
As usual.
Closing the panel, Karuppu looked back at Anirudh.
The young composer was still excitedly explaining the arrangent.
Completely unaware that he had just accidentally unlocked an entire new skill tree.
A smile slowly appeared on Karuppu's face.
Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea.
After all, if the system was recognizing it as a legitimate branch of cinema...
Then perhaps singing would beco useful soday.
Unfortunately, neither Karuppu nor Anirudh knew just how useful.
Because sowhere in the future...
This strange little song.
Written almost casually.
Sung in a rough voice.
Without anyone expecting much from it.
Would beco one of the biggest musical phenona India had ever seen.
But for now...
It was simply another song.
Another recording.
And another part of the second schedule waiting to be completed.
As caras rolled once again and Ram and Janani's happier mories finally began coming to life on screen.
After Few Days...
A few days later, one of the most unusual recording sessions in the history of the film quietly began.
Inside Anirudh's small recording studio.
Unlike the massive recording studios used by veteran composers, Anirudh's workspace felt youthful.
Creative chaos filled every corner.
Half-written notes were scattered across tables.
Coffee cups sat beside keyboards.
A guitar rested against a wall.
Several cables seed to exist purely to confuse visitors.
Anirudh however looked completely at ho.
"...."
For the past several nights he had barely slept.
Every spare mont had been spent polishing the song.
Adjusting beats.
Changing instrunt layers.
Testing vocal effects.
Trying different arrangents.
Today was finally recording day.
And for the first ti in his life...
Karuppu was standing inside a professional vocal booth.
The young actor looked through the glass partition.
On the other side sat Anirudh.
Headphones around his neck.
One hand resting on the mixing console.
The other hovering above the controls.
"Ready?"
Anirudh asked through the intercom.
Karuppu adjusted the noise-cancellation headphones.
"Ready enough."
"That's not confidence."
"I am an actor, not a singer."
Anirudh laughed hearing Karuppu's complaint.
"-HAHA!!!"
"Not after today."
Inside the booth stood a microphone worth more than most people's yearly salary.
Directly before him was the lyric stand.
The now-famous lyrics rested upon it.
Karuppu glanced through them one last ti.
"Yo boys..."
He chuckled lightly with a smile.
-Chuckle!
"This really sounds like sobody's drunk friend writing poetry."
The entire studio burst into laughter.
"-Hahaha!!!"
"Exactly!"
Anirudh pointed at the sound board.
"That's why it works."
The recording light switched on.
Silence settled over as the song recording is about to take place.
Then the beat began.
A simple guitar rhythm.
-Tang... tang... tang...
A soft percussion followed.
-Dum... tak... dum... tak...
The studio speakers filled with the quirky rhythm.
Anirudh counted down from the control booth.
"Three."
"Two."
"One. Go...."
[A/N: Song Link=1]
Karuppu leaned toward the microphone.
🎵
"Yo boys..."
🎵
His voice echoed through the headphones.
Anirudh imdiately stopped the recording.
"Too serious."
"What?"
"You're singing like a hero introduction song."
The studio laughed hearing it.
"You're supposed to sound heartbroken."
"Heartbroken?"
"Heartbroken and slightly confused."
"That's very specific."
"Trust ."
The recording restarted.
This ti Karuppu relaxed a little.
🎵
"Yo boys..."
🎵
The delivery imdiately sounded more natural.
Anirudh gave a thumbs-up through the glass.
The song continued.
🎵
"I am singing song..."
🎵
Tang tang tang...
Dum tak... dum tak...
🎵
"Soup song..."
🎵
Several people inside the control room started smiling.
🎵
"Flop song..."
🎵
The beat rolled forward.
Then ca the famous hook.
🎵
"Why this kolaveri kolaveri kolaveri di..."
🎵
The words bounced effortlessly with the rhythm.
Anirudh imdiately sat straighter.
Sothing felt right. Very right.
Karuppu continued to sing.
🎵
"Rhythm correct..."
🎵
The studio speakers responded with a playful guitar strum.
🎵
"Maintain please..."
🎵
Even the sound engineers started laughing.
The song sohow sounded ridiculous and catchy at the sa ti.
Recording continued further. There were mistakes.
Lots of mistakes.
One ti Karuppu forgot the next line.
Another ti he accidentally laughed midway through a verse.
At one point he sang an entire section in a dramatic cinema voice.
The mont it ended, Anirudh's voice exploded through the intercom.
"No!"
Everyone jumped hearing the rejection.
"What happened?"
Karuppu asked confused this ti.
"This isn't Ilaiyaraaja heartbreak."
The studio erupted again.
"We need broken-heart tea shop singing."
That description sohow made perfect sense.
Take after take followed.
Hour after hour.... Slowly the song began finding its identity.
The roughness remained.
The imperfections remained.
The strange pronunciation remained.
But that was exactly what Anirudh wanted.
Eventually they reached the famous section.
🎵
"Hand-la glass..."
🎵
The beat shifted. A bass line entered.
Dum... dum... dum...
🎵
"Glass-la scotch..."
🎵
The recording room started bobbing their heads.
🎵
"Eyes-u full-aa tear-u..."
🎵
The delivery sounded surprisingly genuine.
🎵
"Empty life-u..."
🎵
Anirudh looked toward the engineers.
They were smiling.
That was always a good sign.
The recording moved toward the climax.
🎵
"Girl-u co-u..."
🎵
Tak tak tak tak...
🎵
"Life reverse gear-u..."
🎵
The beat playfully accelerated.
🎵
"Lovvu lovvu..."
🎵
One of the assistants almost started singing along.
🎵
"Oh my lovvu..."
🎵
The entire control room was enjoying itself now.
Not because the song was technically brilliant.
Not because it was musically complex.
But because it was fun.
Authentic.
It sounded like sothing ordinary people would sing.
The final chorus arrived.
🎵
"Why this kolaveri kolaveri kolaveri di..."
🎵
The guitar strumd.
-Tang tang tang...
The percussion followed.
-Dum tak... dum tak...
🎵
"Why this kolaveri kolaveri kolaveri di..."
🎵
The last note faded with the beat.
Silence filled the studio.
"...."
"...."
"...."
For a mont nobody spoke.
Then Anirudh pressed the talkback button.
"Perfect."
Karuppu removed one headphone.
"Seriously?"
"Seriously."
The young composer looked happier than if soone had handed him an award.
Because the song in his head had finally beco reality.
The entire studio applauded.
-Claps1
Sound engineers.
Assistants.
Musicians.
Everyone who were present.
anwhile, caras continued recording behind-the-scenes footage.
Karuppu joking between takes.
Anirudh giving instructions.
The crew laughing at forgotten lyrics.
All of it was captured.
At the ti nobody paid much attention to those recordings.
They were rely intended for movie promotions and bloopers.
Just fun content for fans.
Nobody in that room realized they had accidentally docunted the birth of a cultural phenonon.
A song that would eventually travel far beyond the movie itself.
Far beyond Tamil Nadu.
Far beyond India.
For now, however...
It was simply a group of young people laughing inside a recording studio.
Creating sothing they genuinely enjoyed.
With the final chorus recorded and the last vocal track saved, the atmosphere inside the studio beca noticeably lighter.
The pressure was gone.
The difficult part was finished.
For the past several hours Karuppu had been standing inside the vocal booth repeating lines, adjusting tones, redoing sections,
And trying not to laugh whenever Anirudh ca up with increasingly strange descriptions for how a particular line should sound.
Now it was finally over.
"Done!"
Anirudh announced dramatically while throwing both hands into the air.
Several people inside the control room clapped.
One of the sound engineers even whistled.
Karuppu pushed open the vocal booth door and stepped outside.
Imdiately pulling off the headphones around his neck.
"I have new respect for singers."
He declared with a tired tone.
Anirudh laughed seeing his easy going persona.
"What happened?"
"My legs are fine."
Karuppu replied with dead eyes.
"My throat is fine."
"Then?"
"My patience is dead."
The entire room burst into laughter.
"-Hahaha!!!"
One of the engineers handed Karuppu a bottle of water.
"You did well for a first tir."
Karuppu accepted it gratefully.
"That's because nobody told singing involved singing the sa line fifty tis."
Anirudh imdiately pointed toward him.
"Fifty?"
"You should see professional singers."
"They'll sing one word twenty tis."
Karuppu looked horrified at the srized look on Aniruth's face.
"One word?"
"One word."
"That's criminal offence."
The laughter started all over again.
anwhile Anirudh turned toward the mixing console.
"Co."
"I'll play what we have."
Karuppu imdiately beca interested.
Throughout the recording he had only heard portions of the song.
Sotis without effects.
Sotis without proper balancing.
Sotis with only basic instrunt tracks.
Now he wanted to hear how it actually sounded.
One of the sound engineers removed his professional monitoring headphones and handed them over.
"Use these."
Karuppu placed them on his ears.
The sound imdiately beca crystal clear.
Anirudh clicked a few buttons.
Adjusted so levels.
Then pressed play.
The familiar guitar entered first.
Tang... tang... tang...
The percussion followed.
Dum... tak... dum... tak...
Then his own voice appeared.
🎵 "Yo boys..." 🎵
Karuppu instinctively sat straighter.
Like he was hearing his own voice for the first ti.
Hearing your own voice played back professionally was a strange experience.
The voice coming through the headphones sounded familiar.
Yet unfamiliar at the sa ti.
As the song progressed, he found himself becoming genuinely impressed.
The mix made everything feel alive.
The casual delivery.
The broken English.
The playful rhythm.
Sohow it all worked together.
By the ti the chorus arrived...
🎵 "Why this kolaveri kolaveri kolaveri di..." 🎵
Karuppu was already nodding along.
The hook was ridiculously catchy.
The kind of tune that quietly entered your head and refused to leave.
When the playback reached the "Hand-la glass" section, several people inside the control room automatically started tapping their feet.
One assistant was already humming along despite hearing the song for only the tenth ti that day.
That caught Karuppu's attention.
Because nobody seed bored.
Even after listening repeatedly.
When the playback finally ended, Karuppu slowly removed the headphones.
For a few seconds he remained silent.
"...."
Then he looked toward Anirudh.
"That's actually good."
Anirudh imdiately leaned back in his chair.
"Actually?"
Karuppu grinned hearing the amused tone of the guy besides him.
"I was expecting sothing decent."
"This is better than decent."
The young composer's face brightened imdiately.
"...."
Complints from producers were nice.
Complints from directors were useful.
But complints from the man who had just sung the song felt different.
Especially because Karuppu wasn't the type to hand out praise casually.
Anirudh spun his chair around.
"We're not finished yet."
"What remains?"
"Final mixing."
"Mastering."
"Background layers."
"A few instrunt adjustnts."
Karuppu stared at the young man before him.
"So basically everything."
"Basically."
Anirudh admitted nodding excited.
The room laughed again.
The composer then opened another project file.
Several waveforms filled the monitor.
"Give a few days."
His voice carried confidence now.
"A week at most."
"We'll finish the final version."
Karuppu nodded.
The confidence wasn't arrogance.
It was the confidence of soone who knew exactly what he wanted.
The sa confidence Karuppu often saw in good cricketers before a match.
Anirudh genuinely believed in this song.
And after hearing the recording... Karuppu could understand why.
As he prepared to leave the studio, he glanced back one last ti.
The young composer was already working again.
Adjusting tracks.
Listening carefully.
Making notes.
Completely absorbed in the music.
Karuppu chuckled seeing the young man imnse himself in work.
"He's gone."
One of the sound engineers laughed knowingly.
"Once he starts working on a song?"
"He forgets the world exists."
Karuppu smiled and shook his head.
Then he left the studio.
*******************************
(Author note:)
I hope you guys give your opinion and idea's.
-->
Don't forget to review guys...
Brother
User Comments
0 comments from readers