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Tuesday, 28 October 2014

FIVE SECRET PLACES TO EAT THE BEST FOOD IN GUWAHATI



Like every other place, Guwahati has its own ethnic food. Being one of the north-eastern states of India, Assam is well known for the limited use of artificial flavoring agents in our delicacies, which, does not translate to, ‘our food is flavorless’. This flavor, that we claim not to be lacking, is generously added with natural ingredients to satisfy our palate. Be it onions or garlic or coriander..you name it, we pick it, wash it, chop it and cook it. And our advantage? Well..the local stuff is good and bountiful.

This post is for all of you out there who crave to relish good and hygienic home cooked food at reasonable rates.

Again, this list is in descending order, i.e. the first place serves the bestestestestestestest food and the fifth serves the best food. You understand what I did there don’t you?
    



  1. The first and foremost place you should right away visit is what is known as ‘Baideor Dukaan’. ‘Baideo’ is Assamese means ‘elder sister’ and ‘Dukaan’ means shop. The name translates to ‘Elder Sister's Shop'. ‘Baideo’ as she’s popularly known, is a simple middle aged woman who’s been feeding empty stomachs since times immemorial. Her humble shop is nothing but a hut made of bamboo sticks and posts without any electricity which means, Baideo and her husband shut shop at around 5P.M. Yes, that’s how early sunlight disappears in this part of the world and in the winters, 4.30 P.M. is the limit.

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          Baideo and her beautiful smile.

       
Inside her humble shop.

For breakfast, you’ll find Baideo and her husband happily frying puris, cooking a ‘sobji’ (a dish made of vegetables) and brewing tea. As the clock strikes 11 A.M., preparations for lunch begin. Her basic plate of food comprising of fresh steamed rice, dal (lentils), two sobjis and a spoon of pickle, is the same for every customer who can then avail their choice of an add on dish from her menu of chicken, fish, pork and eggs. A plate of her basic food costs around Rs. 30 and for whatever you choose from the non-vegetarian dishes, you pay an extra 50 bucks.



 Baideo's basic plate of food.
                             
Want some chicken?
How about some pork?

Do you eat fish?














   If you’re worrying about the hygiene of the food, RELAX. She’s extra careful about that. This eatery is situated on the hill that proudly houses the Guwahati Medical College and Hospital in Bhangagarh, opposite the ‘Boy’s Hostel No. 4.’ And this is exactly to where Baideo’s regular customers belong. Doctors..well..’docs-to-be’ actually would never ever eat in unhygienic places now, would they?





Baideo at her work-station.




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Friday, 12 September 2014

ARE YOU BEING HEARD?

There are so many things I’ve learnt from being treated unkindly, right from feeling like a doormat to being unheard and unseen, I’ve been through it all. I cannot claim my opinions to have not been valued, because for that, the fact that I’d even uttered a few words needed to be acknowledged! Yeah. There were times I’ve even been cut mid-sentence and a completely different topic was started, not even remotely linked to what was being discussed before.

Like it usually happens, I over-looked these occurrences numerous times until I noticed how much it happened. The next thing I did was sulk and sulk and sulk. I was in a sorry state. I avoided speaking if discussions were held in groups or even included a third party. I felt let down, insulted and extremely unwanted. My self-esteem had taken a blow.

Once I got over all the sulking, I began to analyze and deduce the conditions when this occurred. Call me desperate if you may, but I wanted to be heard. I realized a number of details I hadn’t paid attention to before. A major one being some people are ill-mannered assholes who don’t want to let other people speak. They think there’s a spotlight hovering above which they’re being immensely deprived off when a voice other than theirs is heard. These people do not let anyone else speak. A-N-Y-O-N-E. There’s nothing that can actually be done of them.

But something important that I actually stumbled into was, the question, “DO I VALUE MYSELF, MY WORDS, MY SELF-ESTEEM?” Sadly, the answer in spite of what I wanted to believe in, bordered on negative. You’ll know once you question yourself impartially. This is what triggers the problem in the first place. Your voice does not bear the firmness required. And that, my dear, is the truth. Nothing’s going to actually change if you don’t work on this basic aspect.

The magic to letting them know that you’re seriously saying what you are, is continuing what you were saying before they interrupted you. Start with, “I was saying______(continue whatever you were saying)______” and in extreme cases, follow up with “__ before you rudely interrupted me.” You’re going to love the expression on their face.


Apart from the self-esteem thing, what counts is also if you’re assertive enough, which probably you aren’t. One thing worth remembering though, is that with different people, the degree of assertion required is going to vary and you, my dear will have to recognize that or else you stand at a risk of being labeled ‘too bossy’ or ‘too submissive’.

They next time you interact with them, notice. They'll hear it-sure. But did they listen?

No matter what, you under each and every circumstance require to remember that-



YOUR OPINIONS, YOUR VOICE-IT MATTERS. YOU MATTER.



Saturday, 12 July 2014

REVIEW: Me Before You by Jojo Moyes (ALERT!! mild spoilers ahead)

After bumping into it on many self proclaimed lists of ‘best books’, I signed into my Amazon India account and placed an order for ‘Me Before You’ by Jojo Moyes on 25th November, 2013. But it just sat there on my bookshelf waiting to be read all these days as I went for it each time only to end up living through a completely different book.

Having picked up a love story after ages, I dreadfully flinched when the presence of the  exhaustingly exhausted ‘poor girl meets rich guy’ basic plot seeped into me. If you’ve read even a few love stories, you’ll recognise this theme to be highly exploited and over done. Though disappointed, owing to my inability to leave a book half read (until it’s so painful that my eyes and the pages both bleed), I read on.

As Louisa Clark went on with her story, there were bits when I turned to look away from her life yawning and actually reading in bed just so I could fall asleep quicker. This ceased to be true once the very truth of her work contract dawned upon us. And from here on, I turned each page desperate to know what would happen next. Would Will really kill himself? Was it alright for him to do so? Would he be able to look at the brighter side of things? Would he recover? Was it possible? Was there anything else up with Mrs. T apart from Will? Who was that lady with red hair? And oh my, did I just read one of the most sensitive love stories! It was great. Had I been who I was when I read Cecelia Ahern’s ‘P.S. I Love You’, I would drown in my own tears. I cried all through P.S. I Love You and three days after I finished reading it. But that was who I was and not who I am now. When I turned the last page of Me Before You today, I shut the book and sat quietly, head tilted and eyes shut for a while. That is the impact the climax had.

No doubt the narration is a bit dragged in places and the story tends to blur at times also occasionally confusing your brain cells. I don’t think it’ll bother you once you get used to Moyes’ writing style. But one of the most remarkable traits that I've noticed in the narration is the simple but conscious style of presenting the story from the view of other members of the cast just so the story may progress and then reach a point from where it may sound 'normal' for Lou to take over again.

Don't forget to tell me what you think of it when and if you live it.


Saturday, 15 February 2014

WHY IS IT?

You know, I’ve been thinking for a while about our country, The Republic of India, not having established a certain solid guideline or decorum of what people can and can’t speak about on a public platform, especially considering our lawmakers, public figures and other prominent personalities.

Why is it that a person can have the audacity or even the courage of attacking another’s personal life even when it’s irrelevant to their topic in discussion?

Why is it that, when our country is already getting a lot of unwanted attention considering unsafe living environment for women, that public figures can openly on satellite channels make baseless obscene and derogatory comments about women?

Why is it that people do not consider thinking twice before making a remark about a woman?

Why is it that certain people who have repeatedly offended women are not at the first time given a suitable lesson so that he dare not think of doing it again?

Why is it that the other women in the household of the person who has outraged the modesty of another woman forget that they are women too?

Why do they forget that it could happen to them also?

Why, when our country is fighting to empower women, especially after the 
16th December, 2012 tragedy, have we not yet learn to respect women?


Why is it that when someone, not specifically a prominent personality makes disrespectful comments about a lady, that it is nothing shocking for our society?

Why is it so normal?

When are we going to begin respecting the gender the majority of us worship for strength, prosperity and knowledge?

WHEN ARE WE GOING TO LEARN?

WHAT ARE WE WAITING FOR?


BOOK REVIEW: THE LITTLE HEARTS

Anything about books or authors is music to my ears. So when I received an e-mail from Mr. Ravi Kumar R asking if I’d review his book, I agreed after we exchanged a few conversations. And this post is exactly that-an honest review.

Book Name: THE LITTLE HEARTS

AUTHOR: RAVI KUMAR R

PUBLISHER: BIBLICA PUBLICATIONS

CHIEF BOOK EDITOR: Mrs. SASI SUDARSANAN

BOOK EDITOR: GOPI GANESAN

GENRE: FICTION

Well, yes, the story is oozing with substance and aims to stir debates within your intellect. However, there’s a difference between certain thought provoking questions or facts and an abundance of them. You really need to brace yourself for pages of questions about political stuff, superpower and all, for which, honestly, you might already have the answers. Some of the philosophical sightings don’t really gel well.
The love story between the protagonist and his lady love Priya is very interesting with a dramatic climax. But at the same time, is pregnant with certain ‘pick up’ lines that are not only cheesy but also unbelievable when the narrator cites the lady’s reactions to them. He needs to get real!

Though, the book is filled with a lot of knowledge and questions about religions, belief systems, inequality et al., you can’t help the pounding in your head because of all the wrong grammar. The party pooper however, is the repetitive use of the same words very closely and even within the same paragraph. Also watch out for similar meaning words used together and various words used where the job could have been completed with the correct use of a single word. Every bit of the reader in you will undoubtedly make you wish the editor/proof reader had done a better job or the author had taken more interest at essay and prose writing back in school, especially when the narrator explains the obvious or unnecessary in a few situations. NEVER UNDERESTIMATE THE READER’S INTELLECT.

All in all, if you plan to read it, do so for the love story which actually is the most entertaining part in the book.



Note: As you read through the book, you will realize that the narration is quite immature and majorly feels like a translation. I think the immature part can be justified keeping in mind that the narrator is only 18 years old though he sounds like a 13 year old.

Sunday, 10 November 2013

NAME YOUR FEAR

Does that dog at your friend's place or the roadside, frighten the daylights out of you? Or are you like me, ready to go to any lengths to avoid social gatherings? Do we share the common reluctance to enter or feel suffocated in closed places? Why is it that you have to drag yourself to work each day?

This post, is about the most common condition searched on the net, 'PHOBIA'! So, which one do you have?



Since terms like 'CYBERPHOBIA', 'DENTOPHOBIA', 'AQUAPHOBIA' or 'CLAUSTROPHOBIA' are pretty well known and obvious, I'll just underline similar phobias a bit. Yes, I have nothing else do to, so am helping you name your fears :P

P.S.: Just don't develop any phobia after reading this..lol.

have you ever stumbled upon anyone who has 'ABLUTOPHOBIA' i.e. the fear of bathing, washing and cleaning? What was it like?! :P

That fear that gnaws inside you and doesn't let you go anywhere too much above the ground level is called 'ACROPHOBIA', yeah, that's the fear of heights. And God bless you if you have a combination of 'ACROPHOBIA' + 'ACHLUOPHOBIA' + 'ARACHNOPHOBIA' + 'AUTOPHOBIA'. The bad news here? IT IS POSSIBLE!! Achluophobia is the fear of darkness. Arachnophobia, the fear of spiders and my dear, Autophobia, is the fear of being alone. And just in case, you have 'CLAUSTROPHOBIA' also, i.e. the fear of being closed in or having no escape, it's going to be living hell. Now imagine yourself in the most hated situation you could be in, were you to have all these phobias together!


So, coming out of this darkness, let's talk about that guy.

You met through common friends or probably at the bar and hit it off instantly, a sure sign of him not having any 'GYNOPHOBIA' (the fear of women! Can you imagine, that really exists!), and you definitely not having any 'ANDROPHOBIA' (you guessed it right, that's the fear of men!). Both of you are crazily in love ( a sure sign that neither of you suffer from 'PHILOPHOBIA') and it's been about a few months and you've been receiving those flowers (thank goodness he doesn't have 'ANTHOPHOBIA'), but of course, he won't commit to you, he's scared of commitment and you my dear, surely know almost all guys are. Yes, there's a term for that too, it's called, 'GAMOPHOBIA'-the fear or commitment or marriage! See, now you can tell him exactly what's wrong with him. You are welcome. So you give him a piece of your mind and he let's you know he also has 'ATHEOPHOBIA', the fear of atheists. Oh..and you are one..you surely are!

Your friend who's a pilot with one of the most renowned airlines of the world, calls to invite you to his birthday party the following week. And since you already know how much he loves birds, you decide to gift him one. His apartment's a subtle color, thanks to 'CHROMOPHOBIA', the fear of bright colours.

"But I like them free and flying" he exclaims, looking at the caged bird.
"This one doesn't know how to fly" you reason, "it's got 'AVIOPHOBIA'" (yes, that's the fear of flying).
Just then, his phone buzzes. It's a call. Not an important one, but he picks it up anyway and excuses himself.
You don't answer unimportant calls, but you know he does and you know the reason too, he's got 'NOMOPHOBIA', the fear of being out of mobile phone contact!

Now, you are out from the party and are headed back home, but instead of crossing the road, owing to 'AGYROPHOBIA', you walk a little longer on the pavement until you reach the underground crossing. Your apartment's just a few blocks away. On your way there, the memories come flooding back, all the hours you toiled to stay afloat in this back breaking competition for survival (also because you once suffered from 'ATYCHIPHOBIA'-the fear of failure). But you are obviously more than glad you don't have 'ANTHROPOPHOBIA', the fear of people or the company of people.

The security guard at the entrance to your apartment is quickly jotting down something on the register, beads of sweat are flowing down his face, his hands almost swelling from writing so fast. He's trying to get the maximum number of words on the page in a second. Yes. you guessed it correctly, he's got 'CHRONOPHOBIA', the fear of time or time moving forward. And did I already mention his 'FRIGOPHOBIA'-the fear of getting too cold? Yes, he was all piled up.

You've just latched the front door and added your coat and bag to the already existent mountain of clothes in your chair, when the bell rings. It's your pesky neighbors, obviously you already knew that. And you also know why they are looking for you. The husband is standing behind his wife, you've hardly seen him speak ever because he's got 'GELOTOPHOBIA'-the fear of being laughed at. So the wife enlightens you on how they were planning to go to the circus and cannot take their little boy along, since he's got 'COULROPHOBIA'-the fear of clowns you know. And you being not able to say 'no', agree to shelter the kiddo in your house till they are back. Oh, I forgot to mention, the lady, she's got 'GERONTOPHOBIA', the fear of growing old or the elderly. (yeah, that exists too.) :S

Now that you get chatting with the kiddo, he bores you about all he learns from his religious teacher. You feel sorry for the little boy who's very clearly developing 'HADEPHOBIA'-the fear of hell.

To entertain your irritated self, you flip through channels on the television and stop on this program that shows people with 'CHIROPTOPHOBIA' (the fear of bats) visiting people who've locked themselves up in caves and other underground structures because of their fear of sunlight (yeah, that exists too)-'HELIOPHOBIA'.

It's been an hour and just when you cannot zero in on the perfect plan to get rid of the pestering kid, the doorbell thankfully tinkles (I have absolutely no idea if there's a phobia for that sound) and then hand the parents their child and put yourself to sleep (thank God you don't have 'HYPNOPHOBIA')!!

Okay, so am pretty bored and am gonna sleep too. So bye! Feel free to make up the rest yourself :P

Knowledge Source:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_phobias

Monday, 4 November 2013

A ROCKSTAR TO WATCH OUT FOR

Not being much of a musically intelligent person (I can't even clearly distinguish between genres! Yeah, I am that bad!), I just listen to anything and everything except rap! I simply cannot tolerate that. Mostly because I usually don't understand the connection between the verses or rather sentences that follow each other in a lion's share of these compositions. Partial rap is okay. And trust me, you'd never ever, even in your worst nightmare, want to hear me sing or hum. Am not off tune you know, the tune's in a separate planet and I am more than a zillion light years away from it! And that leaves me being not even close to a bathroom singer. Though in the shower, I don't sing, I PERFORM!! Hell Yeah!

So being me, I wasn't exactly starstruck or very elated when I bumped into a shinning star who was visiting my hubby in our office. I had obviously heard him sing before as one of the top twelve contestants in the national, reality, singing competition, 'Indian Idol' in the year 2007. I following his progress in the show had little to do with my interest in upcoming talents of the Indian music industry and more with the fact that I was curious about this guy who hailed from the same part of the Indian motherland as me, i.e. the enchanting north-eastern state of Assam.

As we got talking, I was pleasantly surprised at how friendly 'Paddy' (as his friends call him), is. Not for once did I feel the awkwardness am so prone to feeling in first meetings. I couldn't help but recall how my father used to enthusiastically watch this guy sing in the reality competition and make me sit with him in front of the television set, just so, I could HOPEFULLY learn to overcome my shyness and stage fear watching a fellow Assamese conquer the world! Yeah, such was the impact wished for. From what I can deduce, our older generations must have been hearing this guy since a very long time. Maybe he was their favorite right from the days of his first performance in 1994, wherein he sang the Assam Sahitya Sabha's anthem at the Nabagraha Bihutoli, when he was only in Class 1. It was a duet with his twin brother 'Arunav Bordoloi', who by the way, was known to be a very good tabla player for quiet a long time.

When in Class 4, Paddy was beat in the 'Patriotic Song' category, by a fellow student, which landed him in the second place, though the crowd feasted on his voice to the legendary Assamese patriotic song, 'Biswa Bijoy Nojuwan'. A student of Maharishi Vidya Mandir, Silpukhuri, then, this incident, acted as the turning point in his singing career and taught Padmanav Bordoloi, what the word 'competition' meant.
Having family roots that can be vaguely traced to the famous Gopinath Bordoloi lineage, his immediate household can be  labelled as a musically inclined space. His mother, who gave up singing at an early age due to family pressure, is credited as being his first 'guru' and plays a very important role in his life. As informed by his mother, his paternal grandfather was a renowned singer. Padmanav Bordoloi can be seen following his footsteps. Nayanav, his younger brother, is into heavy metal. "My father was a very busy man, who also was a very good listener." Padmanav fondly recalls about Late Mr. Bordoloi.

Many of you may recall Padmanav as being the 'Somoniya Sorah' or Child Artist for A.I.R., Guwahati, till he was in the 6th or 7th grade. This bright and sincere student, though actively participating in panel discussions and debates, did not let his focus quiver from music. When you ask him about this phrase, be ready to hear him humbly highlight how bad he was at sports.
Earning a meager Rs. 240 for one of his recordings at the A.I.R., the excited little Padmanav asked his mother to buy a trophy for him with that money instead of putting it into his account. Such was his fascination with trophies. "Those trophies meant more than the Oscars to me!" he exclaims.
                             
                                     
                                                            Padmanav with his mother.

Graduating from 'Somoniya Sorah', he went on to become the 'Yubabani' or 'Youth Singer' in the A.I.R. right from class 8th to 11th. But owing to the biological dilemma each guy faces during their adolescence, the voice changing phrase turned out to be a bit dicey, which then distracted him from music and made him focus on fulfilling his parents' dream of molding him into a successful doctor, which in turn, led him to take up the 'Science' stream. However, he still beamed with pride when he was introduced as a singer by the Principal of Kendriya Vidyalaya, Khanapara, where he went to study his final two years of school or junior college, as you may call it. This was the year 2005.

And I'll just tell you in a bit why the year 2005, was a heart warmingly important one.

But despite these changes resulting in almost a goal diversion, Paddy continued sharpening his skills in Classical Music, Ghazals, Borgeet etc., with his teacher whom he refers to as 'Jiten Sir', under whose guidance, he learnt to explore his competitive side at different levels, especially district and local among many others.

After he smoothly sailed through Class 12, he was disheartened when he could not clear PMT and saw the 'real world', where fellow students, even those not as bright as him, got in through reservations everywhere.Though suggested by many to take the much disputatious but 'popular' step in such situations, i.e. getting admission through donation, being a man of morals, Padmanav refused to do so, and instead, decided to drop the year and utilise it to mould himself into a capable person so he could crack the medical entrance exam the next year.
However, before he could let everyone know what he intended, he found himself in the premises of the much reputed Cotton College of Guwahati, where his mother had got him admitted into B.Sc. (Zoology) 1st semester. This is where he gained the unwavering confidence you can happily see in him reflect. Known as the 'STAR' of the college, in those short six months of his life that he spent in Cotton College, Paddy was highly inspired by this 'new phase' (as he calls it) in his life, where he basked in the trust people showed on his talent, when his friends there, encouraged him to compete in the famous  'Indian Idol'. Post Indian Idol, he, being a person who wanted to complete education, so that he could see his parents satisfied, went on to become an Engineer (Computer Science).

As the family, like many other Assamese families that 2005 night sat crowded around the television screen watching, smiling and beaming with pride when Debojit Saha won the SaReGaMaPa trophy, Padmanav Bordoloi experienced a moment he would never in his lifetime forget. As his mother sat there, sipping tea, watching Mr. Saha on the screen, she said, "How proud we all Assamese are of this boy. His mother must be even prouder. Today, he has probably made his parents the happiest people on the face of the Earth." Padmanav sat there listening to his mother-his friend, philosopher and guide, awe struck at her happiness and pride. Unable to contain himself, he said, "Don't worry, I'll win too!" Padmanav swears his 'roadasian' pet dogs Jackie and Rinky wagged their tails more ferociously when they heard his reply!
                                      
                                                                            Paddy

Indian Idol happened in 2007, the time during his stint at Cotton College. Still fighting with an immature and different voice, owing to adolescence, it was mainly a phrase of self exploration and soul searching but still being very realistic and connected to his roots. Though he does not deny that he did consider if he was 'cut out' for a nine-to-five job, he knew all through that singing was his sole passion. The frustrated Padmanav Bordoloi, who had decided to put to use his time in hand, went alone for the Delhi auditions, only to return the same evening, disappointed when he realised that his registration number had not been issued. As his equally heart-broken mother tried to console her son, he received a call from one of his acquaintances during the audition, who told him how he, himself, had appeared for the audition without a registration number and Padmanav should do the same. Getting together his unpacked bags, Paddy got back to Delhi the following morning and gave his audition without a registration number. I am sure you can pretty much understand the feeling that welled up inside him when he was amongst the 100 candidates selected. In his next step of the Indian Idol journey, he recalls featuring in the top 28 since public voting started and subsequently in the top 12 out of the 18 candidates that prevailed.
"I burst out crying like a baby who could not express what it felt, when the anchors, Mini Mathur hugged me and Hussain Kuwajerwala was wiping my tears after I cracked the Delhi auditions. I called up mom right away!" says a now beaming Padmanav. "I was more than thrilled. I cannot put into words what I felt. I still remember how touched my family was when the Indian Idol people came home and took shots there. People were looking at me, as if the neighbourhood where I have grown up, had seen me the first time. Those days, they were one of the best phrases of my life." "Indian Idol took me places I'd never been to before" he continues when I ask him about his shows back then. "I was happily embarrassed when I visited the Taj Mahal in Agra, and people looked more at me than the Taj" he laughs. You can see the spark-the happiness in his eyes when he talks about this much publicised show. "Though for me, in life, it has never been only about winning, that day, I realised, I had achieved something that really mattered, it really made a difference. I was more than content. I finally decided what I wanted to be,-a professional singer."

"Even if Indian Idol wouldn't have happened, I was pretty sure I'd do something in the musical field." says this singer, who can flawlessly play the Tampora, Harmonium and the Piano.

This foodie and an extremely gifted cook (you should taste the butter chicken he makes), then went for 'Sitaron Ko Choona Hai', a reality talent show, where he met India's famous youth icon Raghu Ram. Initially, more confused than frustrated at Raghu's presence as a judge at the show, Padmanav, in his head, questioned the validity of Raghu being a judge owing to Raghu's lack of connection to the music industry. What he at that time didn't know was that S.K.C.H. was a talent based show covering all types of talent and not just singing. Another thing he didn't quiet obviously know was, how Raghu would be instrumental in grooming his personality, confidence, addressing the issues of each participant, helping them overcome it and also breaking the ice between the participants. There, Paddy went on to bag the 'Best Performer of the Season' award.
                                     
                                                                         The Foodie

"English songs aren't my cup of tea. Though I really love listening to Whitney Houston and the King Of Pop." Padmanav says at a point in our conversation.

A breath of fresh air and a much needed eye opener, Peter Sir rescued the talent wise stagnant Padmanav who was a tad bit carried away and distracted by the sudden rise in fame, during the beginning of 2010. Peter Sir who trains him for Western Classical Music, recognised his gifted voice and the potential he with-held. Humming a few Bihu tunes when his guru asked him about the regional music of his area, Paddy met his inspiration in Peter Sir who told him he had a good talent and should try fusioning his voice. It was then that Padmanav decided to put together a style, that would be known exclusively as his. "Not having a style of my own, had got me worked up when I auditioned for SaReGaMaPa, where I was told by the voice trainer, that, I needed to have my own style if I really wanted to stand out in the crowd, because India already has many good singers."

Padmanav believes, though he has reached a level where he can express emotions through his voice, he still has a lot to learn and isn't yet qualified enough to write lyrics for some other singer. I was astounded at how grounded he is.

"SaReGaMaPa was fun. Though I really wish I had gotten the chance to sing the Udi Udi song from Saathiya. I am happy this show happened. I learnt a lot." You cannot help but notice how he radiates happiness and is always cheerful.

"Don't you feel disappointed that you didn't win these shows? What were the first thoughts you had when you learnt that you were eliminated?" I ask.
"Yes I was sad. But this just proved that I needed to learn more. I was thrilled that I survived all the three shows. They are one of the most positive and cherished points of my life. I strongly believe in the quotation, "Kuch paane ke liye kuch khona padta hai." Every rejection I receive, I promise myself to work harder, to polish myself." He says. "When I was eliminated in the Indian Idol show, the very first thought that hopped in my mind was 'Oh, another rejection!', and that was it. Infact, I was busy consoling a friend who had also got eliminated along with me. I was busy giving him 'pep talk'! But about SaReGaMaPa, I was sort of prepared." he concludes in between giggles.
"I read spiritual books a lot, they help me cope." says the emotional Padmanav.

"What kept you going after all the 'half-way successes'?" I ask.
"Don't laugh" he says, probably already accustomed to my sarcastic sense of humour, "It can sound silly, but the movie, '3 Idiots' inspires me. I knew I would follow my dreams, my goals, after I watched that." He smiles, waiting for me to laugh.

"Ever Starstruck?" I ask the reclusively extrovert rockstar.
"Yeah! I didn't know how to respond when I met the legendary Gurdas Mann. He's a great man. And oh-my-God Shahrukh Khan. I've never had more fun on stage than the episode where SRK had come to meet us during SaReGaMaPa. His charisma is amazing."

"Best friends?" I enquire through my half question.
"Apart from my mom, it has to be Kashish Thakur" he says with a smile. Probably memories of a friend not long met I think to myself. "She puts up in NYC. I met her during S.K.C.H. Amazing lady. I love the fact that she understands, admires and also criticises me when needed." I smile. He probably knows am gonna ask about his love life next. But I change my question. I like throwing in surprises you know.

With a straight cold face, I ask the singer, "What if one day you woke up and realised your voice is gone? Nothing can get it back What would you do?"
Taken aback, he composes himself and smiles. "You know, no-one's asked me that before. I haven't thought of it either. Like EVER! But yes, if it does actually happen, umm.., it's going to be the worst nightmare you know. I hope the three people (his mother and Kashish) closest to my heart understand and help. I'll take inspiration from Stephen Hawkings. I will channelise my voice through instruments."
Hmm..I say, impressed at how well he tackles difficult questions.

The happy and confident Padmanav

"Five people who've made a difference in your life?"
"My mother," he says. "Everything I am, is because of her. I feel blessed to be her son. After her, it would be my teacher, Madhuri Shahastrabudhai Ma'am, back in Maharishi Vidya Mandir. She was a Marathi lady who'd been staying in Assam for more than 15 years when I met her back then. She encouraged me a lot. Third would be Jiten Sir, my other guru. I am a singer because of him."
"Umm..I had this Hindi language teacher, when I was in class 7, who I will not name. Sir, wasn't a teacher in my section but I met him frequently during the morning assemblies. I remember it was prize distribution day. A fellow student had got an award and I missed out the announcement about which award he had bagged. So I asked this Hindi language teacher, who was standing near me and he retorted, 'Why do you want to know? You are just a singer. Do your own work.' I was hurt and shocked. I repeatedly questioned myself if I was being underestimated. My self esteem had taken a blow. People don't realise, not only actions but words destroy too. That student had received the award for extemporary speech as I later got to know." He says with a hint of sadness in his eyes.
"I also had this friend, who used to sit behind me in Maths tuitions. Once, while I was humming during the teacher's absence, he pounced on me, 'Why are you singing, you aren't the Indian Idol!' 
'Why can't I?' I said.
'Have you seen your face?' he retorted back.
But yes, he did call up after Indian Idol and apologise." Paddy concluded. I didn't probe him about what he replied to the second question, by this so called friend. I didn't want to see this hurt side of the otherwise cheerful Padmanav. But let me tell you, if anyone ever says that to you, tell them, you've seen your face in the mirror and it's obviously better than theirs.

"Your favorite song?" I attempt to drive away the gloomy clouds.
"You know I'd sound very self absorbed, but I really really love the title track, the 'AAMI' song and 'Teri Jo baatein Hain' from my upcoming album 'Raastein (Aalibaat)'. These songs touched my heart. I'd love it even if they were made by someone else. Hey! and I like 'Tum Hi Ho' from Aashiqui 2." He laughs between the blushes at the idea of being self absorbed.

In the studio For Raastein (Aalibaat)

"Okay. So you're sitting on your rocking chair. Your verandah bursting with soothing sunlight. You are 92 years old and thinking about your life-everything you've achieved, all the failures, the awards, everything. How'd you like to be remembered by the busy active world then?"
"Hmm..that's interesting" he says, "Never thought of it you know, but firstly, I'd love to live to be 92. And at that time, I'd like people to term me as a 'ROCKSTAR'. Yeah. I want to earn that label. I may not be heroic or macho and all that, but I hope they all remember me for being me, for my voice, my singing. I hope they think of me as a singer. I hope they feel my presence in their lives at least once. If they remember me for even one song of mine, after am gone, it's gonna be awesome. But yes, at that time, I'd still have an aim-to reach the ultimate spiritual world i.e. obviously if I haven't till then."

"Thanks, we're done." I say. Too introvert to tell him all that I've learnt from his journey and that 3 Idiots motivated me too.