Yuvan Shankar Raja, 34, lovingly called Yuvi at home, is not just the legend Ilaiyaraaja���s younger son, but is also India���s youngest composer, who did his first Tamil film music at the age of 16. While Yuvan in his name stands for young, Shankar was added by a pandit and Raja, his family name, when he became a composer. After giving music in 100 Tamil films, he makes his Bollywood debut with Raja Natwarlal. Over an hour-long conversation, the otherwise inaccessible composer opens up to Times of India about why he sung for AR Rahman, what made him convert to Islam and why no one can replace his mother in the world. Excerpts:I grew up in a musical environment, but I always wanted to become a pilot. When I was 13, my mom sent me to learn piano from Jacob John, who has also taught piano to AR Rahman and my elder brother and sister. As a child, I used to listen to English music and kept hitting some chords on the piano by myself. When he asked me to play something, he said to me, ���What will I teach you? You are on the right track. I will teach you some basics and then, you are on your own.��� Slowly, I started composing at 13 and did my first film with both background score and songs at 16, and became the youngest composer to do that.Rahman used to play the keyboard for my dad when he was a kid back in the day with the orchestra. So, he knows me since I was six and has seen me growing up. I know Rahman, but am not close to him. I have sung just twice for him, whereas I have sung at least 10 times for my father. But being Ilaiyaraaja���s son, singing for Rahman became a big deal. Actually, I sang for Rahman as I don���t have any ego, and I wanted to set an example for future composers to not have ego and boundaries with other composers. My dad asked me, ���What made you sing?��� I said, ���I just felt like singing.��� After that, I started getting calls from lots of composers to sing, but to maintain exclusivity, I said ���no���, except once when I sang for Dharan.My dad thinks about music 24x7. Even at home, if you see him, he will be writing. He still goes to classes to learn writing. I respect his drive and dedication to work, where, despite his age, he is still doing five to six films a year and has recently completed composing for 1,000 films. Once I remember when I was small he was really sick but even though he couldn���t even walk, he went to work. His life is centered around his music. He is not an expressive person and doesn���t show his emotions. If I play a song, he will not show it. Max to max he will laugh and ask, ���What did you do?��� His laughing is a sign that he appreciated it. We all live together but I don���t like his temper. I was very close to my mom and my older brother Karthik is very close to my father. He knows that I am a rebel and will do what I have to and that I will not listen to anybody. I am guessing that he doesn���t like how I decide everything on my own without any discussion with anybody.My brother was a gold medalist from Trinity, whereas I was a school dropout after Class IX, so I know that my father would not have imagined that I could have done so well. I am the underdog in my family. And while I know that my father is proud of me, he is even more proud of my brother due to the knowledge of music he has. I do love my father, but my respect for him is even more.My mom. She died of a heart attack all of a sudden in 2011. She was a housewife and used to run the entire show. We have a large, extended family, but she held all of us together and was the singular pillar. It took me a long time to come to terms with the fact that she was no longer there. I would cry a lot till 2013. I had a lot of work, but after her could not concentrate. People started trashing my work. It was the worst time of my life. She was my force as it was she who always pushed and motivated me. After her, there is a vacuum in my life and I now need to push myself. She was most attached to me and prayed the most for me. She liked me for being a rebel, who was emotional and affectionate. She knew that I am a giver, who, given an opportunity, would do any thing for my family. I had composed a song titled Aarariraro from the film Raam that was her favourite. It is a generic lullaby for kids. In the song, the son sings the lullaby for his mother to sleep as his mother is about to die. He tells her, ���Come, lie on my lap. I will sing for you. In my next birth, I want you to be my daughter.��� Four days prior to her passing away, I came back home around midnight. I was hungry and was cooking Maggi in the kitchen, when she came in. She opened the door and I asked her, ���Aren���t you sleeping?��� On TV that same song was playing and she said to me, ���Yuvan, whenever I listen to this song, I cry. How much you have sacrificed to come to this level.��� That stuck with me. Being the son of a legendary composer is not an easy job. Bollywood is a bigger platform and to see me compose my debut film, she would have been very happy.Pritam not only suggested my name to Kunal Deshmukh, but was persistant that he sign me on. It���s rare for a composer to recommend another in the way Pritam did.I first got married when I was 25, but my marriage lasted for three months. I again married when I was 30, but am now separated and on the way to getting a divorce. I feel very lonely and would like to get married again and have a family. The main problem with me is that I need to give more time to my relationship. I do minimum 10 films every year and I���m always preoccupied. I love to help people. While for big films, I charge commercially, I have also done films for free for struggling people. My father too has helped a lot of people in his life and is not commercial-minded. If a producer���s wife came to her to tell her that her husband had no money, my mother would request my dad to help. I too have imbibed that.My father is a staunch Hindu and is so superstitious that even if a glass breaks, he will call a pandit. Both my parents were ritualistic, but right from childhood, I used to always have a thought that beyond all this there is a supernatural power who is running the whole world. How can God be in any form? That search was always there in me. What triggered my conversion was my mom���s sudden passing away. I had come to Mumbai for some work. When I returned to Chennai, my mom was coughing badly and me and my sister rushed her to the hospital. I was driving the car. We reached the hospital and I was sitting next to her holding her hand and the next second her hand fell and she had died. I was crying but wondered where her soul went within seconds as she was alive just a few seconds back.I was in search of the answers and I should say that I got a direct calling from Allah. It was a spiritual experience. My friend had just been to Mecca and he said to me, ���You seem to be really low. You have to move on.��� He gave me the musalla (the prayer mat) and said, ���This one mat I used in Mecca and it has touched Mecca so if you are feeling really heavy, just sit on it.��� I kept the mat in one corner of my room and forgot all about it. A few months later I was speaking to one of my cousins about my mother and I started feeling really heavy. I entered my room and coincidentally saw the mat which all this while I had missed even though it was kept in the same corner. I sat on it for the first time just started crying saying, ���Ya Allah please forgive my sins.��� That was 2012. I started reading the Quran and the translations and it connected with me really fast. I started practising Islam and learnt how to pray and by January 2014, felt sure about converting.Since I am known as Yuvan Shankar Raja in films, I have still not changed my name officially in my passport and other records, but maybe later, I might do that too. My father was the last one I told in my house to. I told him, ���I have started reading the Quran and it gives me a lot of peace.��� He said to me, ���Yuvan, I am not comfortable with you becoming Islamic.��� My brother and his wife were very supportive. It���s odd but in some way I used to get that spiritual feeling that it was my mom, who held my hand, and said, ���Yuvan, you are alone. I want you to stand here under the tree called Islam.���