ASinger G Venu Gopal with the memories of his friend who passed away in time. This post is about friends who lived together while working for Thrissur All India Radio. Venu Gopal shares his conversations and travels together. He begins the post by saying that photos are sometimes not just nostalgia, but also the greed to run and capture an entire youth. He was introduced to his friends Ramu, Hasan and Rahim. Also shared a picture with them.
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With your every knock,
The living memories get a chance to live!
It’s as if some photos bring a time to come!
Photos are sometimes not just nostalgia, but also the greed to run and capture an entire youth!
“It simply came to our notice then
Let me share here some photos of you handing out gold in the palm of your hand.
1988. Worked in All India Radio, Thrissur. Leaving home for the first time I got some friends who felt like family. Ramu alias Ramprasad, Hasan and Rahim. Those who changed every new song and every chorus into a celebration. Ramu’s house in Ramavarmapuram and his family became mine too. Hasan used to stay with me from Kunnamkulam during the rush hour. We flew in Hassan’s ambassador car, to the choir, in luxury, with a bit of arrogance. Rahim from Kechery has become a regular in my choirs. Rahim, who is tall and handsome, sings old Hindi songs and drama songs. At that time we were afraid that the love between Nuju and Rahim would end in marriage. The problem was the mismatch between the two households for years. On so many trips, so many nights, we have been whitewashed by timeless discussions, so many worries shared! As soon as I bought the transfer to Thiruvananthapuram in 1990, Rahim’s phone rang … “Alia, I tied up”. Both of our work, new life and busy schedule had by then even made phone calls a rarity. One day, Hassan’s phone rang. Rahim gave birth to a baby boy. Rahim also called. An unhappiness in sound! “I’m not feeling well.” It was too late to get the full details of Rahim’s illness. He was getting more and more tired. Carl, who came in very late one night, was lamenting that he had left us all.
Twelve years later, a concert was held at the Tagore Hall in Kozhikode. A woman staggers behind the storage during the break. “Do you know Venu?” A forgotten face seen somewhere.
“I do not understand!”
“Do you understand him”?
Next to her was a handsome boy who was holding her hand and killing her.
From the big toe to the hair, there was a swell.
The same hidden smile on the corner of his lip.
Inadvertently both hands move in the same way.
Son of Rahim!
In a flurry of memories, the pages of the years kept turning backwards.
With eyes full of tears and trembling hands, I tried to comb his neglected hair. I stared blankly until my mother and son passed Tagore’s steps.
Ramu had come from Bangalore in the last few weeks. And these photos sent by Hassan the next day!
“Behind the wet call
You ‘re going to sing the song
Thanks for listening “!