Its a known fact that one sometimes realizes the true value of something, when one is separated from the same thing in question...

I also recently realized how one something's worth can be re-asserted by the distortion of the same thing! See, u take something and mess it up so bad, that when u look at it and think about its former shape, you start realizing more clearly how beautiful it was in the first place...You probably realize it more than u had before it got whacked out of shape...

Example? Sureo

There's a kannada song which goes 'Ravi varmana kunchada kale, bhale, saakaaravu' (The art of the brush of Ravi Varma, wah wah)...As I made my way into the kitchen the other day for Mom's delicious breakfast (TM), I heard a cacophony on the radio; It was a remixed version of the song mentioned above, with the cruellest, most hideous of remix machines conjured up by mankind so far...Absolutely no respect for some aspects of the original, the vocalist lacking all the emotion so precisely and masterfully depicted in the original; it was an absolute disaster...

And people argue about why Kannada films are not supported more in our land...About why Kannada music is not encouraged and allowed to grow...

K J Yesudas once sang :

"Yellellu sangeethave, Yellellu soundaryave
Kelalu kiviyiralu, nodalu kanniralu....
Yellellu sangeethave, Yellellu soundaryave"

(There's music every where, there's beauty everywhere
When there are ears to hear, and eyes to see...
There's music every where, there's beauty everywhere)

Sigh.....