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Baa, ba ba baa, bum, ba ba baa, ba ba bara rara rara ra

India has to be the coolest country in the world. I just caught India Today Group's 7th State of States awards on TV. A recent phenomena, it's were they give awards to various states based on performance in various fields like Education, Law and Order, Consumer Markets, Housing for Poor, Rural Roads, Irrigation, E-Governance...wagaraywagaraw et cetera. It's great but that not what makes India cool. Here's the cool part. At the function held at Taj Palace Hotel in Delhi, each time an old bloke (a chief minister) representing the winner state got on stage to receive the award, the entire hall reverberated with that celestial tune - Baa, ba ba baa, bum, ba ba baa, ba ba bara rara rara ra, the Starwars theme. No they couldn't commission some local artist to some up with an original piece. Banish the thought. It's just an award function where people come and listen to poetics of politicians. Rest of it is just news report. 


Who cares about what music we play while they get on the stage? Baa, ba ba baa, bum, ba ba baa. Just use that. Always gets me in mood. It's so apaar, uptempo, uplifting...


And so they hired John Williams. Now, if only they could get Darth Vader to give away the awards instead of Pranab Mukherjee. No actually even Pranab Mukherjee isn't too bad.

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  1. An afterthought:
    For the inauguration ceremony of 1982 Asian Games held in Delhi, Doordarshan sent its viewers into euphoria with an anthem from the 80s - 'The Final countdown' by Europe. So its an old practice in India. I think they should again play this old theme if Commonwealth Games 2010 do take place in Delhi.

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