As a child, Biddu dreamt of going west and making it big as a composer. At the age of sixteen, he formed a band and started playing in Bangalore, his home town. At eighteen, he was part of a popular act at Trinca’s, a nightclub in Calcutta devoted to food wine and music. At nineteen, he had college students in a Bombay dancing to his music. In his early twenties, he left the country and ended up hitchhiking across the Middle East before arriving in London with only the clothes on his back and his trusty guitar. What followed were years of hardship and struggle but also great music and gathering fame. From the nine-million-selling Kung Fu Fighting to the iconic youth anthem of Made in India and the numerous hits in between, Biddu’s music made him a household name in India and elsewhere. I am a child of 1990’s who grew up listening to POP music. The disco genre faded naturally over the 80s but Biddu decided to give India a shot again in the mid 90s when he launched Alisha Chinai with `Made In India.’ Then he went on to launch Shaan and worked with Sonu Nigam. Biddu’s foray back into India happened right when music channels were taking off. At those times Biddu was the one known as a guy who didn’t know much Hindi and lived outside India so he was a foreigner producing music in India. Only through this book I came to know that he is a south Indian and this is the reason he didn’t speak Hindi. With reading his autobiography, it was indeed interesting to know him. The childhood days of Biddu are interesting from Bangalore to Calcutta, Mumbai, and Middle East to London. This is my first time of reading the autobiography of a musician who made his country proud, outside and inside the country with his music. If you love music like I do, and want to read more deep in his life, than this book is the perfect one.
I write a lot, which keeps me off the streets and out of trouble. There is always something to write about, always a new story to craft. Not writing, for me, is like trying to hold back a sneeze. Learning to write was the most powerful influence in my life. I can still remember the awe I felt when I realized I could put real words onto paper and tell out a story. From that first ‘a-ha’ moment I knew I wanted to write.
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