Surya Sudarshan looked down at the deck he was playing, and looked up to see children holding martini glasses, grooving to the sick beat blaring out the surround sound audio system in his friend’s rooftop bar.
Everything seemed well. He had just made a slick transition from 126bpm to 127bpm, people were still jiving, and the song was still an instrumental, which meant S.S. had no sinking ships to save.
These kids, he thought. At 17, in front of the 14-year-olds, he felt like a Tata.
They all needed a lesson.
And a listening.
Everyone needed to listen to the classics. Suprabhatam at 5AM, followed by Bhaja Govindam, Kamakshi and Dolayam. Ah-ha!
That would teach them to appreciate music more. His morning playlist for the last 17 years, his source of joy, his soother of melancholies.
M.S. taught S.S. to be Simply Super.
*SNAP*
“Yo, hello?”, he heard a faint noise from down below.
“Play some Lana no?”, she said.
Sweat beads rolled down Surya’s face, his heartbeat increasing rapidly.
Ayyayo! Baap re! Kaapadam!
LANA IT SEEMS WHO IS THIS WOMAN AND WHY DOES EVERYONE WANT HER???!? COULDN’T THEY BE HAPPY WITH THE KATY PERRY HE HAD LINED UP NEXT?
Very calmly, S.S. responded with an “excellent” sign with his fingers. As a DJ, the sole motto was that the host was always right.
Even if she gave you a 11 inch laptop to organize your songs on.
As the little girl sauntered away from his line of sight, Surya prepared his ears for the loud chants that were coming.
“Forgive me, Tiesto, for I have sinned”, he cried, loading Summertime Sadness onto deck B.
Before the song ended, he ducked down into his brown Nike bag, taking out the Bisleri bottle his mother had purchased from Kamath Stores yesterday for this momentous occassion. Even Kamath uncle was surprised that Surya had finally landed his first gig, and gave him a cold one to crack open if he ever needed it.
Kamath uncle gave discount also.
What a nice man.
Surya took a swig, re-emerging in front of the laptop.
“DJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJ SUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!”, he heard a voice bellowing from behind him.
Kapaaaadam!
That fool Ankit again.
Tejas Rao 