The Curious Case of Darshana

“What is missing in me?” 23-year-old Darshana Kashyap, who has been previously appreciated by the likes of Bollywood greats Shankar Mahadevan, Harshdeep Kaur, mulls over the question posed to her during a recent chit-chat. It came across as a curious proposition to put to a girl who is so full of beans and more importantly has an extremely melodious voice.

Darshana has been singing since she was 5, much to the influence of her mother who herself wanted to be a singer but destiny held other plans. During the initial years, she performed choruses at various gatherings apart from pulling off famous covers.

However, as she approached the final years of school and eventually higher school, music composing and singing took the backseat while academies led the wheels of her life. The notion of her family that she has a better future in academies remained the obstinate footnote for her career back then.

It was in the second year of college (Delhi University) when Darshana decided to revive her music interest and this time with a promise to never bag down whatsoever. But again, it took just a few months for her to stumble upon tuberculosis and pleural effusion, only to leave her in tears and slimming hopes of living her dream. BUT, she didn’t give up!

She went through a successful operation, recuperated and thereafter, shifted back to her hometown. It took her sometime to again make a comeback but eventually did. In 2019, she set things moving with gigs where she was the centre of all applauds (what a comeback, eh!).

What’s next? She is all geared up to release her debut album in the next few months. Also, going ahead, she is planning to fan out Assamese folk music to all corners of the country.

Darshana is habitually a vocal young woman who makes her stand against social issues. She is also preparing to tell stories in order to address the burning issues of the community at large, something which, she believes, people need to be made aware of.


A Star is Born

Often in life, a person’s entire career trajectory can change by one swing of wind in favor of you. It was the year 2015 when a certain ‘Marijuana’ song took the people at large by storm and transfigured Nihal Basumatary’s life, who was the lead guitarist, in a nutshell.

Having worked with the band ‘Backdoor Theory’ for over 3 years during his college days, Nihal, who is a massive fan of John Mayer, Amit Trivedi and Zubeen Garg, has been ramming his own future for one year now. Last November, Nihal collaborated for the first time with a fellow artist to release a cover song ‘Shaam’ which was highly appreciated by his digital audience. With such motivating response, he continued airing more covers.

Nihal is blessed to be part of a very supportive (and music-oriented, of course) family. Back when he was in school, it was his uncle who peeled him out to learn guitar along with his cousin, George Hazowary. After mastering the art of playing with the strings, Nihal trained to become a vocalist. That being fruitful and having gained some considerable years of experience, he is now engrossing all the attention to composing his own songs.

The happy-go-lucky dilettante music producer believes the Assamese music industry has been encouraging for newcomers lately with the audience willing to turn their ears on for newbies with potential.

His cousin, George, who is a banker by day and a musician by night, is now a trained pianist and keyboardist and often collaborates with Nihal to mold amusing notes.

The Last One … Gone too!

With Yuvi’s goodbye, I realise that I won’t be able to see any of my childhood heroes donning an Indian jersey ever. The classic 2003 World Cup squad is finally done and dusted. Yuvi was always a special part of that generation.

Some innings made fans jump up in the air, while some gave them hope that we are ready to fight all greats.

Regardless of Yuvi’s current form, shape or speed, a child from ’90s like me will always remember him as someone who was ready to dive headlong on the field, whose flick down the leg side landed in the thick of crowd, who helped Dada create that memorable shirtless moment at Lord’s, and most importantly, as a player who gave it all for his team.

Newday chumps may say else, but I’ve always considered him the biggest reason behind India winning the World Cup after 28 years. Oh what a tournament he had! Be it him kneeling down all pumped to celebrate our Q/F victory against mighty Aussies, or coughing blood on the field on numerous occasions, he is the hero India didn’t deserve.

I prayed to God that whatever happens, even if I die afterwards, let India win the World Cup“, words that speak scant of his big heart.

Helmet on head, heart on crest, never a backward step – my hero finally bids adieu with a thumping chest.

Miss you more than 666666 times.