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PROLOGUE

"Best composer of the year, nominees are" Leena Mathew, host of international show "TALENTS ARE TO CELEBRATE"(TAC), called at top of her voice. Suddenly screen displayed with four names and their pride faces. First was Jim Kyang, pop rockstar,who is well known for making any creature in the world dance with his .music. Next is Alan Cruser, best known for world class classical music. People literally reach heaven in his classics. Now is Barister, who brings out music from anything and everything. For him sky to ground, water to oil, man to mammal everthing is music. Finally Deepthi Rathore, her photo showing her eyes that sparkle,just like the sun shine burning inside. Her dress up with pink salwar kameez covering her small peacock neck with pitch dark blue shawl proved her to be naive and innocent. Small red bindi between her bow shaped eyebrows, of course proved her to be a orthodox Indian girl. Now the whole place was filled with mixed feelings. Many not linked to any of these four were ready with hands joined to clap for any of them. Respective fans were biting their nails, reciting their favourite God's name, just came ahead of their seats, just to hear the name of that lucky one. Jim, Alan, Barister had their heads high, almost their heart jumping out in anxiety, preparing secretly for their success speech. No that's not their over confidence. Its self belief for them.