It started about a year ago. Everywhere I went, someone (say, A) would introduce me to someone else (say, B) as a Carnatic vocalist. B would look at me and his/her face would light up with instant recognition. "I've seen you on TV!"
The first few times I was amused. "No," I would politely say with a wide grin, "the last time I sang on TV was when I was 9 years old!"
Some of the B's (a small minority of them) would say "Oh, but you do look very familiar!" and move on to more consequential topics of discussion.
But a vast majority of them would persist. Relentlessly.
"Oh, but you sang in Airtel Super Singer, didn't you?"
"Are you sure? I'm verrrryy sure I've seen you on TV!"
"Really?! But I've seen you on Raja Geetham!"
Substitute Airtel Super Singer and Raja Geetham with all the other music-based reality shows and you pretty much have all the replies I got from the B's of the world.
And so it went for a few months. After the first few times (especially after one particular day when 3 people said the same thing within 2 hours), it didn't surprise me anymore. But I often contemplated sticking a label on my back that read "No, you've NOT seen me on TV!".
Then suddenly, this January, just when I'd almost gotten a designer label printed out for my back, I got a call from Doordarshan. In a week's time, I was the host of my own show '
Puduppunal' on Podhigai, Doordarshan's regional channel in TamilNadu.
In the next two weeks, all the B's of the world had actually seen me on TV. So now, when they say "Oh, I thought you looked familiar! Of course, you're the one that hosts Puduppunal. I saw the episode featuring Mandolin Sisters/ Keyboard Sathya/ Athira/ Iyer Sisters/ Jananiy/ Shruti Sagar/ Bhageswari/ Oxygen," I can't help but believe them.
But if you thought it ended there and that I've been living happily ever after, *sigh* nope! This is where it gets juicier.
Ever since
Puduppunal happened, life has become much easier for the mamas and mamis of the world whose sons/ grandsons/ nephews/ neighbour's sons/ friend's sister's nephews are between 23 and 27. They don't have to bother coming home now - they see me on TV (the ponnu paathufication is done!), do some preliminary enquiries and...call my mom. Who, thankfully, politely tells them that I'm not interested.
And oh, please notice that age is the
only criterion for the boy. He need not know music. He need not have a good academic background. He need not look good. He can even be unemployed ("He's looking for a job. He's bound to get one soon," a mami explained about her friend's sister's nephew.). I, of course, have to have this list of characteristics.
1. Fair
2. Good-looking
3. Must know music - that I perform is a bonus
4. Must be academically "well-qualified"
But then, there was one mami who assumed I was in school and asked mom if I would marry her nephew who is currently doing his B.E. No, I didn't make this story up.
5. This is an unwritten rule - I must shift base to wherever the boy lives. (The fact that I'm building a career in music myself and that I'm not going to shift out of Chennai is trivial and need not be given any consideration.)
There was another mami who was campaigning for a boy who had no great academic qualifications, but whose family was very rich. "They've decided that their son should marry your daughter," she told my mom, with a beaming smile, indicating that the family was doing me a great favour by deciding that their son should marry me! Bah!
But there was one mami who beat 'em all, hands down. She got my address and phone number from a neighbourhood newspaper that carried a small article on me. She called me one day when I was going to music class. After the initial inconsequential banter, here's how the conversation went.
Mami: You've already done a music album...aren't you very young?
Me (Ok, she just wants my age): I'm 21...
Mami (jumps to the next question): Actuallllllyyyyy, I'd like to speak to your parents and congratulate them for having such a talllllennnnted kid. Are they around?
Me (Oh no, I know where this is headed. If a mami wants to speak to mom or dad, it can only mean one thing.):
Ummm, I'm on my way to music class, so they're not here. Why don't you call home in about 2 hours from now?
But this mami was so excited at having found the *right* girl for her son that she called home immediately. My grandmom told her in no uncertain terms that I'm still too young for marriage. But the mami wouldn't give up. "Why don't we get them engaged now? They can get married three years later." Even my grandmom was stunned. "No," she said. And hung up.
But the mami would
still not give up. A month later, she and her husband came home, unannounced! I was sitting on the sofa in my nightdress, working on my laptop. "My husband thought we should call you before coming. But I told him that we're not thieves after all, so we can go unannounced," she declared, grinning at me and priding herself for such a brilliant explanation. "We just came to see you."
Oh, great, I thought, this was the official ponnu paathufication! My mom made polite conversation with them, in the course of which we learnt that the mama knew Carnatic music. Just when we were hoping they'd leave, the mama asked me to sing. Now, that's something I never decline, so I promptly sang a kriti. At the end of it, the mama mumbled a "nice". Mom was surprised, but obviously she didn't let it show. For the next 10 minutes, while my mom politely refused their offer, the mama went on humming, non-stop, weaving seemingly complex sangathis with his hands, loud enough to disturb the conversation. After they left, we realised that the mama had asked me to sing
because he was hoping that I would ask him to sing! :D
My mom is still getting calls from mamis she's never seen or heard before. So to the mamis of the world - I'm still single (the fact that I'm not interested can be overlooked, can't it?). Start by tuning in to Doordarshan Podhigai every Wednesday at 9 pm and every Thursday at 11 am. And if the boy has no knowledge of music, hasn't studied much, is unemployed and does not look good, but has lots of money, search no more - I'm your girl!