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When I was growing up, one of the songs I always heard my mother sing was ‘Que Sera Sera’. Mom had a repertoire of songs, both peppy and sometimes crazy which she would bring out on occasion, and the manner in which she belted out those numbers was inimitable. Of course, we enjoyed the original sung by Doris Day who introduced it in the film titled ‘The Man Who Knew Too Much’ by Alfred Hitchcock where the song played a significant part to alert their onscreen kidnapped son.

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I had no idea what ‘Que Sera Sera’ meant in those days. All I knew was that listening to my mother singing gave me a warm feeling within. There were times when she would regale the audience by singing the song in Carnatic music style, another performance that I have never heard anyone else even attempt.

My mother and her two brothers formed a musical ensemble on their own. She was the dancer, her middle brother played the violin and her youngest brother played the mridangam. My uncles sang olden goldies like ‘Congratulations and Celebrations’ and ‘Delilah’ brilliantly. There was a particular song called ‘On A Cool Summer Morning’ which needed a particular South Indian accent to make it shine and it was a hit wherever it was sung.

‘Que Sera Sera’ being a meaningful but uncomplicated song, I found that the singing gene travelled to the next generation and my sisters and I also managed to flaunt it once in a while. I remember singing it at our Army get-togethers where often, the noise of the voices around and the accompanying orchestra were loud enough to mask the actual singing, which made it easier.

When I look back, the song has become a kind of anthem in my life. Que Sera Sera can be translated to mean ‘Whatever will be, will be’. The verses start with childhood and school and move on to falling in love, and finally parenthood. The refrain remains the same throughout.

Verse one and two speak of the joy of childhood:

“When I was just a little girl, I asked my mother what will I be?

 Will I be pretty, will I be rich, here’s what she said to me.

Que Sera Sera, whatever will be will be, the future’s not ours to see

Que Sera Sera, what will be will be.”

The second verse goes:

“I asked my teacher what should I try?

Should I paint pictures, should I sing songs?”

How beautifully the song encompasses the magic of childhood, where the mother is the first confidant of the child, followed by the teacher who guides her across school. The words speak of art and music, painting and singing, not about academics and learning, which will come naturally to the child in school. They point to a world beyond school learning, a richer and a more fulfilling realm which will enhance the personality of the child.

Verse three moves on to a world of romance and love:

“I ask my sweetheart what lies ahead,

Will there be rainbows day after day?”

The image is one of beauty, harmony and love, all of which encompass a world of companionship that is so rewarding. It is every person’s hope that the object of one’s adoration will be the ideal match. After all, there is a lifetime ahead that needs to be lived and love makes it pleasing.

Verse four is almost a repetition of verse one:

“Now I have children of my own, they ask their mother, “What will I be?

Will I be handsome, will I be rich, I tell them tenderly…”

It is as though life has taken a full circle and come around again. The word to be noted here is ‘tenderly’. That evokes the feeling of maternal love as the mother explains to her little ones that the future is not theirs to see, for what will be will be.

 
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Thus, the song’s lyrics are cheerfully fatalistic, implying that while we can all make plans to the hilt, finally it is fate or destiny that dictates our future.

This song will remain close to my heart forever. For those who want to take in its melody, I have posted the YouTube link below. Happy listening!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i9nWB5XifBI

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