A guitar and a garden
Not every one has the leave to extend a hand to shake and declare in an opening statement “Hi! I'm Lucky”. Of direction, his name is Lucky Ali so he can do it. But if there's anything he revels in, it's the freedom and privilege to do the things he's wanted, always. Yeah, he's real lucky.
Not every Hindi cinema feature-child can proudly proclaim when asked if he never wanted to be a star: “I was always a star in assumption…you comprehend what I mean? For me it was as difficult to get out of that space as it is for others to get in. That's my achievement.” That then, really, is the crux of Lucky Ali's life — he's always headed in the other supervising — in a constant state of reverse osmosis against convention.
The man who crooned in his husky-honey instrument “O sanam, mohabbat ki kasam”, fluttering a million hearts, is in the news again for his latest album “Raasta–Man” where he sets out on a career of 11 songs. “The music is general; it doesn't have a genre. I've maintained the Indian foundations of melody. I don't like to be bound by anything. I'm not an educated musician. And that's my USP — I make mistakes and try to find solutions,” says the beige linen-clad Ali in Bangalore, back from Mumbai where he launched the album, looking every bit the raasta-man. There's freneticness in his house, with the recent birth of his son.




