The comment section continued as the mainstay of the blog. A significant landmark has been the Centenary Celebration of Hemant Kumar, which was anchored by Venkataramanji with his superb two-part articles, which was supplemented by Ashokji exploring his different combinations. Between going into the Vintage Era, or the 1950s and 60s, in retrospect, I am happy that I chose the former. The year-wise review continued further back into the Vintage Era with 1944. But the ‘overhang’ year has been like any other year, and I have to thank the readers wholeheartedly for this. He was very understanding and I am grateful to him.Īfter SOY completed ten years in 2020, which also neatly coincided with the year-wise review of the best songs of 1945, I had thought prolonging the blog might be overstaying my welcome. I had to explain to him that guest authors on SOY have graduated from active participants, and some I have invited for very special reasons. Another silent reader sent me a very nice article on Shankar-Jaikishan’s Waltz-based songs for publication on the blog. We regularly find silent committed readers, who once in a while, drop in just to express their regard for the blog. I welcome Mr Muli to the comity of the writers on SOY, and thank all the guest authors for enriching the blog. Besides our regular contributors N Venkataraman, Ashwin Bhandarkar, DP Rangan, Ashok Vaishnav, Hans Jakhar and Subodh Agrawal, one of the newer readers Rahul Bhagwanrao Muli made his debut, heralding the New Year of 2021 with a post on an interesting theme he described as ‘ Hans Akela’. about half are guest articles that is an endorsement by the readers who also feel compelled to contribute. The total of 33 articles in the year is a healthy average I have been maintaining for many years.
If I look at the eleventh year of SOY as a whole, it has been surprisingly quite a good year. Our judgment is overshadowed by the recent events. The recent second wave has been ferocious beyond imagination, and there is hardly anyone who is unaffected by it. In fact, the eleventh year of the SOY began in a state of Lockdown, but then it was a piece of statistics for us, these things do not happen to us. If we look at the last two months, this has been a period of unmitigated darkness, the winder of irredeemable despair. it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.” Charles Dickens started his “ A Tale of Two Cities” with these lines. “ It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,….
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