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The man whose song won UK over

entertainment Updated: Aug 21, 2013 01:12 IST
Chetna Dua

Don’t take it lightly when they say Delhi’s on a song. A Delhiite — Sanjay Singh Yadav — has done the city proud by being selected as a semi-finalist in the coveted UK Songwriting contest’ 2013. His selected song, titled, ‘Never love a woman’, relates Yadav’s personal experiences in life.

“I write very rarely on personal issues. This is one of those rare moments when I had the courage to bare my soul and share my feelings with the world,” says Yadav. What does he feel about receiving international accolades? “It does feel great to be appreciated by the international media. But I hope it becomes a more viable option in India. Though songs are very popular in India thanks to Bollywood, people usually remember the actors who danced or lip-synced them, rather than the writers,” says Yadav.

Though having published a collection of 55 poems under the name, Portraits of India, Yadav feels poetry doesn’t get valued. “People don’t even have the time to cherish their intimate moments of happiness in their fast paced lives, forget about cherishing poetry,” says Yadav, recalling the case of a publisher who clearly told him ‘Poetry is a complete no no’ without even opening the transcript.

But that has not dampened Yadav’s spirit, as he hopes to continue his passion for creating more songs and cutting an album with a singer by the end of the year. “But I will not write in Hindi, as I don’t want to compete with the Bollywood clan. I think the gen-next will be able to relate to my songs well because of their honesty,” he says.

An excerpt from Yadav’s song

She would take a step forward And then jump three steps back, as the fear of attachment would drive her to change track.

Never love a woman
More than 40 years old.
If she has been single long,
She would be repressed and cold.

She is a confused mess
Of phobias and fears
Which reduce us frail men
To puzzlement and tears.