Give me a better name than Himesh Reshammia. Review on Himesh Reshammiya

Do you love someone to the extent of doing anything at fall of anything. I don't know what and how one gets to this feeling. However, I know a man whom I do just the opposite. I hate him top most to the bottom most. He is Himesh Reshamiya. I don't remember any character around me, or even the history books, which I would think of detesting to this magnitude. I remember Kansa, Ravana, Hidimba Rakshasa, Vaka Rakshasa, Mahishasura, and so many others from Hindu mythology stories, but none like him. I mean, don’t I find any minute part of his stature to attach myself to, I often question myself. The answer that comes is no. Truly no.

The cap he wears makes him look more weird. He never takes it off, I always wonder what lies beneath it. I have never seen him laughing, not even smiling, have you? And most importantly the kind of wahiyad (most awful and terrible) songs he has composed till now, I hate him more and more badly. The so-called popularity he has got, and he is still getting is the worst thing that could have ever happened to me. The soft and melodious voice he ha – Oh my God it is so difficult to lie even about him, I cannot even say that properly – I have never heard such untamed and wild voice in my life. Even the quawwals have a better voice. I remember the first time I heard him singing was in SAREGAMAPA on ZEETV. His voice sounded just like a bind beggar begging in a local train – I have seen so many of them during last few years. Such is the kind of Indian public that throws any Dick and Harry to the stage, and they start singing and become musicians and singing sensations of the country, with the crowd getting crazy and ferocious at them.

I know readers will run after me with stones to throw at me, once they get a chance to do that – I am still courageous enough to say my mind. LOUD, THICK AND CLEAR.