Usha Uthup, India’s undisputed icon of pop music, has enthralled an entire generation of listeners with her unforgettable voice and continues to do so. Completing fifty years as a professional singer in 2020 was just another milestone in her fabled career.
This pitch-perfect English translation, by Srishti Jha, offers the reader a front-row seat to the life and times of the inimitable Usha Uthup.
Many writers in time have tried to guard and warn the progressing societies on past mistakes and present failures and possible future collapses but Sontag was a bit different when it came to embody those developments. She was serious about each and everything
Hindustan Times, Delhi | By Srishti Jha
A winter dream guides me to elsewhere as I put thoughts to paper.
I etch my memories in the lines of my palm.
I think of the many lustrous evenings spent in all the cities I have lived.
All the luminous gatherings filled with love, laughter and beautiful schemes to make life better.
All the people who make a city, home.
I go back to the aroma of sweet, simple things.
Fodder for those who are obediently disobedient.
I again confess to myself that we are always survived by love.
In countless forms.
There are some people in this world who don’t belong to anyone.
They are as independent as solitude. They are told beautiful stories about loneliness. A kind of loneliness, that is like an island where no one is chased. No one is dictated. No one is forced to turn pain into lessons and happiness into reality.
These people just follow their eyes for as long as they can wander. Looking for another bird who wants to rest in quiet. For a bit, or for a lifetime.
They live beyond the lands and the skies, where there is no limit to memory, and where time can be cut with a sword, like a raw piece of cloth, creating a door for the soul.