Tribute To H.Sridhar-A R Rahman's Sound Engineer

The Man,
The Musician,
The Engineer,
The Smile...

Rare Old Snap

FOH Team In Salt Lake Stadium,Calcutta For AR Rahman's Concert

Sridhar And Modi In Las Vegas

On the new Neve 88R mixing desk at AM Studios

Sridhar And KJS Mixing Outdoors

SridharIn A Relaxed Mood

Sridhar Checking AR Rahman's Gadgets

Sridhar Memorial

Sridhar In AM Studios

Gurus in their own right. With Sivamani @ AR Rahman Banglore Concert

Yeah...stretch them limbs Sridhar. Kuwait

Sridhar in Casual Style

Sridhars Favorite Postion

Sridhar In Singapore

Early morning stroll next to the sea. Kuwait.

Sridhar Playing

AR Rahman concert. 17th November, 2007. New Delhi. At FOH

Taking his cig break and talking on the phone! Hong Kong

Whole Panchathan And KJS

Sridhar And KJ Singh In Modi Digital Inauguration

Dridhar And KJS Checking Sound In Modi Digital

Sridhar,Aditya And Siva Kumar

Sridhar With John

Sridhar In Modi Digital

Sridhar And Whole Gang

Edgar Allan Poe

Tragic Genius: Quotes from Edgar Allen Poe

A strong argument for the religion of Christ is this - that offences against Charity are about the only ones which men on their death-beds can be made - not to understand - but to feel - as crime.

All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.

As an individual, I myself feel impelled to fancy a limitless succession of Universes. Each exists, apart and independently, in the bosom of its proper and particular God.

Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.

Experience has shown, and a true philosophy will always show, that a vast, perhaps the larger portion of the truth arises from the seemingly irrelevant.

I am above the weakness of seeking to establish a sequence of cause and effect, between the disaster and the atrocity.

I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.

I have great faith in fools; self-confidence my friends call it.

I have no faith in human perfectability. I think that human exertion will have no appreciable effect upon humanity. Man is now only more active - not more happy - nor more wise, than he was 6000 years ago.

I have, indeed, no abhorrence of danger, except in its absolute effect - in terror.

I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.

I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty.

If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered.

In criticism I will be bold, and as sternly, absolutely just with friend and foe. From this purpose nothing shall turn me.

In one case out of a hundred a point is excessively discussed because it is obscure; in the ninety-nine remaining it is obscure because it is excessively discussed.

It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.

It is the nature of truth in general, as of some ores in particular, to be richest when most superficial.

It will be found, in fact, that the ingenious are always fanciful, and the truly imaginative never otherwise than analytic.

Man's real life is happy, chiefly because he is ever expecting that it soon will be so.

Of puns it has been said that those who most dislike them are those who are least able to utter them.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary.

Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.

Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence.

Stupidity is a talent for misconception.

That man is not truly brave who is afraid either to seem or to be, when it suits him, a coward.

That pleasure which is at once the most pure, the most elevating and the most intense, is derived, I maintain, from the contemplation of the beautiful.

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?

The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.

The generous Critic fann'd the Poet's fire, And taught the world with reason to admire.

The ninety and nine are with dreams, content but the hope of the world made new, is the hundredth man who is grimly bent on making those dreams come true.

The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.

The rudiment of verse may, possibly, be found in the spondee.

The true genius shudders at incompleteness - and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it should be.

There are few cases in which mere popularity should be considered a proper test of merit; but the case of song-writing is, I think, one of the few.

There is an eloquence in true enthusiasm.

There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute, which goes directly to the heart of him who has had frequent occasion to test the paltry friendship and gossamer fidelity of mere Man.

They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.

To vilify a great man is the readiest way in which a little man can himself attain greatness.

We loved with a love that was more than love.

Were I called on to define, very briefly, the term Art, I should call it 'the reproduction of what the Senses perceive in Nature through the veil of the soul.' The mere imitation, however accurate, of what is in Nature, entitles no man to the sacred name of 'Artist.'

With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.

Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.

Ernest Hemingway (1899 - 1961)

Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut.

Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.

I still need more healthy rest in order to work at my best. My health is the main capital I have and I want to administer it intelligently.

Never confuse movement with action.

When people talk, listen completely. Most people never listen.

Certainly there is no hunting like the hunting of man and those who have hunted armed men long enough and liked it, never really care for anything else thereafter.

The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong in the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.

For a true writer each book should be a new beginning where he tries again for something that is beyond attainment. He should always try for something that has never been done or that others have tried and failed. Then sometimes, with great luck, he will succeed.

Let him think I am more man than I am and I will be so.

Courage is grace under pressure.

Cowardice, as distinguished from panic, is almost always simply a lack of ability to suspend the functioning of the imagination.

Decadence is a difficult word to use since it has become little more than a term of abuse applied by critics to anything they do not yet understand or which seems to differ from their moral concepts.

Every man's life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.

Fear of death increases in exact proportion to increase in wealth.

For luck you carried a horse chestnut and a rabbit's foot in your right pocket. The fur had been worn off the rabbit's foot long ago and the bones and the sinews were polished by the wear. The claws scratched in the lining of your pocket and you knew your luck was still there.

If the book is good, is about something that you know, and is truly written, and reading it over you see that this is so, you can let the boys yip and the noise will have that pleasant sound coyotes make on a very cold night when they are out in the snow and you are in your own cabin that you have built or paid for with your work.

God knows people who are paid to have attitudes toward things, professional critics, make me sick; camp following eunuchs of literature. They won't even whore. They're all virtuous and sterile. And how well meaning and high minded. But they're all camp followers.

Auto racing, bull fighting, and mountain climbing are the only real sports ... all others are games.

He was just a coward and that was the worst luck any man could have.

A man can be destroyed but not defeated.

Writing and travel broaden your ass if not your mind and I like to write standing up.

All modern American literature comes from one book by Mark Twain called Huckleberry Finn.

All my life I've looked at words as though I were seeing them for the first time.

The world is a fine place and worth the fighting for and I hate very much to leave it.