Entharo Mahanubhavulu...

Had the great fortune of listening to MD Ramanathan rendering Entharo Mahanubhavulu on Kairali channel's Ragotsavam last night. A day after, Ramanathan is still making sriragam flow in me, making my humble soul swim in the waves of the masterpiece. Man, this is what you call bliss.

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பத்மா said…
sss i agree music thats rendered with all sincerity rejuvenates the mind, rekindles the soul and makes us all new.entharo mahanubavalu sung by stalwarts like MS amma balamurali chemmnagudi DK pattamal during an one and only rare occasion at thiruvaiyaru is with AIR.when sung in chorus its all the most a soul searching experience.ever been to thiruvaiyaru??
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