He wasn't someone you would want to keep listening to. Or watching. Or waiting for. He was the quiet backbencher.
The backbencher who won.
He may have gone on to many more victories, a few defeats. He drowned instead. In a swimming pool. He did not know to swim too well. He took that risk.
Why do people take risks? Because they just might manage to conquer the waves, turn the tide, go to the deep end and find a treasure trove.
I did not follow Ishmeet Singh's journey during the Voice of India season, but I watched him in the Jo Jeeta Wohi Superstar programme. And I watched as he seemed to be a bit apart. There was no flourish in his singing, no performance stunts, no heavy contortions of voice. He just sang straight, sometimes a bit too straight that you did not realise he could reach your heart.
Did he want to? He remained distant. At 19, the stage beckoned. So did death.
Yesterday, the blue waters claimed him. Without knowing it, he had managed to touch me with his voice and his tranquility.
SVOI - Ishmeet Singh - Ab Mujhe Raat Din
2 comments:
FV:
They probably need some more decent singers up there. RIP, Ishmeet.
I read something rather disturbing in today's papers..that none of his fellow contestants who have been giving interviews to TV channels did not attend his last rites.
And what about the programme's producers? The channel?
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