Morning songs Hmm, Kannada? Some Karnataka dialect? The pastoral visuals are endearing unlike the concrete jungle we are treated to these days in modern songs. At one point in my childhood we stayed close to a shivalayam. (By the way, we shifted our residence couple of times, hence the varying account of my childhood home.) Sharp at six o'clock in the morning, a stereo would burst out with shivaaradhana. There was a season in particular, sravana masa or punnami masa I cannot recall, when shiva devotees intensified their prayers. I was a toddler so I cannot recall much but that month was special for shiva devotees. I would be sleeping and kabaam! the music would reverberate in my ear. The first week I was annoyed, the second week I was piqued, by the end of the month it grew on me that I missed the early morning reveille when they folded up the musical sacrament.