Steering thought process, courageously striving through. Not the shadows, rays get me inspired.
music has been an integral part of my life, that it’s a part of my DNA is an inexplicable conclusion.
my parents and grandparents have been admirable advocates of classical (Carnatic) music, My mother used to be a decent vocalist during her younger days and dad always had this uncanny inclination towards genuine vocal chords. My sister, is the most impressive in our family. In fact, she is one person who has successfully juggled academics while pursuing her passion, she went on to perform with All India Radio. She is a mother of a 5 year old today but passion rekindles at odd hours, I know it does. That aside, she is spectacularly talented (she is too good to admit it).
I am not in this league, but try to reassemble myself in the classical mode. I have been a student of Mridangam myself for few years but am talking about magic here.
Percussion instruments have always struck a chord with me. In fact, instrumentation keeps me fascinated. Mridangam, Tabla, Violin, Mandolin, Saxophone, Sitar – they bring back paradise in our mortal hearts. A jugalbandi featuring the dad son duo – Ustad Alla Rakha and Ustad Zakir Hussain, a thaniavarthanam of Umayalpuram Sivaraman, a contemporary leaf out of Buckram Ghosh’s asset, the mellifluous chords from Pandit Ravi Shankar’s palette. It pours when heard amidst fragrant poetry in a defiant mood. I have little knowledge of ragas and talas but that doesn’t stop me from raving about the notes these geniuses can extract.
my inspiration, to pen this down, comes from my experience with Apple Music. I am hooked to it whenever I can, and am quite impressed with their library of classical albums. Apparently, no other streaming platform is paying such attention to what is phenomenally known to be the ‘root’ and ‘basic’ for all the music we have written, made and sold. But unfortunately, they have a short shelf life and is remotely purchased. I have procured some classics, some very old collectibles that are seldom found elsewhere. Kudos to Apple Music for doing this, for bringing regional music to our doorsteps. With local sources lurking around in plenty, Apple Music being at the helm of such redemption is a diminutive attraction.
your music, my music – well, am talking about only music.
That says it all. There is Sachin Tendulkar, and then we have other cricketers. ‘God’ is an honorific showered upon him, not to make a statement but it itself is an attribute attached to the champion. For Cricket, he is much more than a cricketer and a sportsman.
Happy Birthday Sachin!
our energy is the derivative of human passion. Passion comes in from the inadvertent urge to excel and accomplish fine deeds.
All but consumed by the wrath of the Sun, the wait isn’t over till the rays get over you and you start surviving by the skin of your life.
melts, sweats, pours. watery and stinking to hate yourself. running down, all the time. this time, not defining but defaming, quietly and feisty.
Earthquakes, quintessentially, creates panic and deprive people of using their common sense. I am consciously avoiding the technicalities here as having the knowledge of how earthquakes happen and the art of surviving when one hits us seldom go hand in hand.
I am of the opinion that we must showcase real gut and presence of mind when such impending disasters loom large. Not that they will break down upon us but the acceptance statement of ‘they could at any point of time’ should give us enough impetus to hold on to our nerves and make an attempt to survive and contribute positively. Besides, the best we can do in these situations is to keep calm, act courageously and avoid scaring others.
Pray that hell doesn’t break loose but god forbid, if it does, let’s get a grab of ourselves and not make the most of an already convicted vicinity.