shadamarshanavasu

Saturday, November 25, 2006

a grey world

Long long ago, a good friend of ours had a heart attack; he survived to tell a story; and the experience he had gone through enabled him make a 'public' story.He mentioned how the entire world with all its colours and vibrant spectrums suddenly turns grey, one unending grey! Yes he was a journalist.
While not wanting to sound so dramatic, i was far from noticing the colours, songs and good things in life for the last few days. Laid up with a bout of viral fever.And today and i am fit and energetic thank you.Yasaswini told me that she does not like my dull tone and listless talk, which helped me shake off the the viral fever hangover.I immediately recalled how i had asked my mother to speed up her convalescence from a major operation ' as i did not want to see her sick!Mothers and daughters...and their chemistry..
Now i am listening to some good asaveri from bombay jayashree and it is giving such a tranquil air and i highly recommend it to anyone just out of sickness but still too weak for any activity pursuits;but have an ear for music you should.
I have been given an entire set of world music to experience and i am not at all complaining.A real designer collection.Now i wish i have a cd player to listen to during my imminent travel schedule.

november music festival

I have been 'soaking' in music for the last two weeks.No, I am not complaining; The hindu friday review music festival has filled up every available free time on weekdays and weekends. The minute it was notified i wanted to go for those concerts; never checked up what they were, but i knew i wanted to be there.They were not the usual format we find during december season and hence the novelty for me.The first concert was by a German orchestra playing pure classical mozart.The magic of Mozart got me hooked and I was there with Shyamala to experience an unique western music ensemble.The music was melodious, with two violins, one viola and one cello what else can you expect. But we were trying hard to understand and appreciate that kind of music. As soon as we had bought a cd player i had gone and bought a mozart and a beethoven; i have been listening to them off and on, more to get into the genre of classical music than real appreciation of the same.Synchronisation and utmost concentration were the key to the whole show.The next day was a pop/jazz/fusion music by a rock band called 'Indian Ocean'.They are a group of youngsters from Delhi who play the guitar, drums, tabla and also sing.I had neither heard about them or heard them; but i was there with full eager anticipation to see how the evening shapes up. Kumar was with me and he was a tad less eager but more 'duty bound'!The music was fantastic; they had slokas, sufi music, kabir dohas, syrian christian armenian song bits,kargil siva thandavam, narmada and what her future connotes and also buddha's dilemma.You can get a fair idea what this fusion is all about; the group had strong views on religion, philosophy, ecology and preservation of environment, peace and not war and their passion was coming out very strongly. They had ideas, talent and passion to put across what they wanted to. And it was enjoyable music.At the end of the show, i was left wondering if only such passion is exhibited by all of us in our work or personal lives, our lives will be more enjoyable and meaningful.I was clapping and tapping my feet and swaying throughout the show.Next show was a fairly traditional one with balamuralikrishna. It was shyamala's choice as she is a fan of balamurali, singing effortlessly in three octaves!I had my reservations as he is prone to more gimmickry than pure music during live performances.This show was also a jugalbandi with ajoy chatterjee.As it turned out, it was more like a 'othu oodardu' in nadaswaram. It was a typical balamurali show with the second singer playing glowing tributes to him and touching his feet reverentially.It transpired that he is training under balamuralikrishna for the last few years.But then the full scale rendering of a jugalbandi was missing and it looked like a three legged race; or you can say ajoy was like a square peg in a square hole of carnatic music. He never came on his own except in the last piece where he sang a full throated bengali sangeet.The thillana was the best piece and shyamala felt 'paisa vassool' and I felt somewhat mollified.The last of the concerts i attended was yesterday and it was also the last concert of the festival.Athai came with me and enjoyed it thoroughly.It was Ravi kiran on chitra veena(renamed as such; no more gottu vadyam) and vishwa mohan Bhatt on mohan veena(he has modified a traditional veena to suit his style!)and umayaloyran on mridangam and mishra on the tabla.The group was a team in the true sense of the word; each one was given ample opportunity to lead, share and show his prowess; and lead they did and enthralled us with their brand and unique playing skills.There was one piece where the 'tani avartanam' was first and the musical piece followed suit!Started off with 'vaatapi' and then keeravani in ragam tanam pallavi was enjoyable.Now a word about these two veenas; i am seeing them for the first time; chitra veena is much smaller than a regular veena and kept squat on the floor in front of the musician.it appeared more like an electric guitar to me; the deep resonant music also resembled an electric guitar more than a veena; but the artist draws deep gamakas and carnatic neravals from this instrument with ease; that is their expertise.He has a small piece of metal which he runs over the strings; no, they do not have any ridges like a veena; more like a violin.Mohana veena is similar but has more strings which has a much wider range especially in the higher octaves.It does have a small resonator .The stylus is actually a piece of metal "stolen" from his vespa scooter, Mr Bhatt said.The show had humour and comraderie which was palpable;it had artists who dared to innovate from their basic 'tool' their musical instrument.It had musicians from two corners of the country, exchanging musical notes through email!It had a senior artiste who has accompanied the likes of ariyakudi ramanujam ayyangar, accompanying a young artist two generations later.It had a very junior tabla player, who obviously loved being there and his fingers danced over the tabla that it was a fascinating spectacle.Did miss music solo by a pakistani ghazal singer and an orchestra by a well known band and an abang concert.But i had really witnessed an international classical concert, a pan Indian jazz concert, a fusion concert of vocal and instrument.Saw human creativity at its finest and experienced fully music being a balm for the soul.Had an opportunity to witness these concerts from various corners of the Music Academy; from the first row with mrs ygp and N ram and N Murali of the hindu; the very last row; and also on the left and right side of the balcony from the middle rows.I can say the acoustics is good and for music concerts, music academy is the best!Now for a break before the december festival season and its madness..'Seviku paattu illada podu....I have been 'soaking' in music for the last two weeks.No, I am not complaining; The hindu friday review music festival has filled up every available free time on weekdays and weekends. The minute it was notified i wanted to go for those concerts; never checked up what they were, but i knew i wanted to be there.They were not the usual format we find during december season and hence the novelty for me.The first concert was by a German orchestra playing pure classical mozart.The magic of Mozart got me hooked and I was there with Shyamala to experience an unique western music ensemble.The music was melodious, with two violins, one viola and one cello what else can you expect. But we were trying hard to understand and appreciate that kind of music. As soon as we had bought a cd player i had gone and bought a mozart and a beethoven; i have been listening to them off and on, more to get into the genre of classical music than real appreciation of the same.Synchronisation and utmost concentration were the key to the whole show.The next day was a pop/jazz/fusion music by a rock band called 'Indian Ocean'.They are a group of youngsters from Delhi who play the guitar, drums, tabla and also sing.I had neither heard about them or heard them; but i was there with full eager anticipation to see how the evening shapes up. Kumar was with me and he was a tad less eager but more 'duty bound'!The music was fantastic; they had slokas, sufi music, kabir dohas, syrian christian armenian song bits,kargil siva thandavam, narmada and what her future connotes and also buddha's dilemma.You can get a fair idea what this fusion is all about; the group had strong views on religion, philosophy, ecology and preservation of environment, peace and not war and their passion was coming out very strongly. They had ideas, talent and passion to put across what they wanted to. And it was enjoyable music.At the end of the show, i was left wondering if only such passion is exhibited by all of us in our work or personal lives, our lives will be more enjoyable and meaningful.I was clapping and tapping my feet and swaying throughout the show.Next show was a fairly traditional one with balamuralikrishna. It was shyamala's choice as she is a fan of balamurali, singing effortlessly in three octaves!I had my reservations as he is prone to more gimmickry than pure music during live performances.This show was also a jugalbandi with ajoy chatterjee.As it turned out, it was more like a 'othu oodardu' in nadaswaram. It was a typical balamurali show with the second singer playing glowing tributes to him and touching his feet reverentially.It transpired that he is training under balamuralikrishna for the last few years.But then the full scale rendering of a jugalbandi was missing and it looked like a three legged race; or you can say ajoy was like a square peg in a square hole of carnatic music. He never came on his own except in the last piece where he sang a full throated bengali sangeet.The thillana was the best piece and shyamala felt 'paisa vassool' and I felt somewhat mollified.The last of the concerts i attended was yesterday and it was also the last concert of the festival.Athai came with me and enjoyed it thoroughly.It was Ravi kiran on chitra veena(renamed as such; no more gottu vadyam) and vishwa mohan Bhatt on mohan veena(he has modified a traditional veena to suit his style!)and umayaloyran on mridangam and mishra on the tabla.The group was a team in the true sense of the word; each one was given ample opportunity to lead, share and show his prowess; and lead they did and enthralled us with their brand and unique playing skills.There was one piece where the 'tani avartanam' was first and the musical piece followed suit!Started off with 'vaatapi' and then keeravani in ragam tanam pallavi was enjoyable.Now a word about these two veenas; i am seeing them for the first time; chitra veena is much smaller than a regular veena and kept squat on the floor in front of the musician.it appeared more like an electric guitar to me; the deep resonant music also resembled an electric guitar more than a veena; but the artist draws deep gamakas and carnatic neravals from this instrument with ease; that is their expertise.He has a small piece of metal which he runs over the strings; no, they do not have any ridges like a veena; more like a violin.Mohana veena is similar but has more strings which has a much wider range especially in the higher octaves.It does have a small resonator .The stylus is actually a piece of metal "stolen" from his vespa scooter, Mr Bhatt said.The show had humour and comraderie which was palpable;it had artists who dared to innovate from their basic 'tool' their musical instrument.It had musicians from two corners of the country, exchanging musical notes through email!It had a senior artiste who has accompanied the likes of ariyakudi ramanujam ayyangar, accompanying a young artist two generations later.It had a very junior tabla player, who obviously loved being there and his fingers danced over the tabla that it was a fascinating spectacle.Did miss music solo by a pakistani ghazal singer and an orchestra by a well known band and an abang concert.But i had really witnessed an international classical concert, a pan Indian jazz concert, a fusion concert of vocal and instrument.Saw human creativity at its finest and experienced fully music being a balm for the soul.Had an opportunity to witness these concerts from various corners of the Music Academy; from the first row with mrs ygp and N ram and N Murali of the hindu; the very last row; and also on the left and right side of the balcony from the middle rows.I can say the acoustics is good and for music concerts, music academy is the best!Now for a break before the december festival season and its madness..'Seviku paattu illada podu....

Monday, November 13, 2006

malthusian doomsday reversal?

I was quietly reading the morning newspaper just before getting ready for work. Nothing unusual about that; it is fairly predictable;what else will a diehard chennaite do without the hindu newspaper.Some headlines excite me to read on further and atleast four or five stories make me want to read the entire stuff and actually ask for more, as they leave many questions unaswered.Well, they remain with me during the day and i try to find some answers by delving into the internet, bouncing the idea with some colleagues or family, but mostly i try to fill in the remaining jigsaw puzzle from 'own ' resources. Very, very few of them refuse to die down and remain with me for a long long time.
But nothing ever jolted me out of the 'oonjal' and log on to the net to reach out through my blog.Not in my recent memory at least.But this news item tucked away in a corner on the last page of the daily, says, tribals want their women to produce more babies as they are concerned about the dilution of their identity and dwindling population.Well, one reads up such news item of late, from various parts of the globe and also from governments in such cases.
But this one says the tribal community will give 20,000 rupees if a woman "produces" more than 20 babies!!!I am shocked and am not able to really express the shock and bewilderment.Are women machines and that too incentive for more than 20 babies;
Isnt it the worst form of degrading a woman's role in reproduction.
I wish the women of that tribe say "NO" to even the first child bearing; if the community still wants babies by the 'two dozens' let the entire operation be 'outsourced'!!
Tribalisation at its worst!!

Sunday, November 12, 2006

tamil nadu goes green

There is a distinct possibility that Tamil nadu could be mistaken for Kerala for the extent of greenery and water that one spots from an aircraft.Yes, this time, the aircraft was flying relatively low i guess, and it was a clear day after many rainfilled days.The entire duration of the flight from Kochi to Chennai had endless stretches of dense greenery interspersed with waterways, lakes and ponds.So much so, that i was having a mental game of trying to precisely pinpoint the crossover to Tamil nadu.And i failed. Felt happy failing in this test.
I had got myself into this game, as i distinctly remember the train journeys i had undertaken to Kerala. The trains usually leave chennai late in the evening, and one would have barren or near barren stretches to stare at.But when I used to wake up, early morning the greenery will hit me so forcefully that after a while i used to complain it is hurting the eye to see so much of green!An eye used to other colours than green in Chennai and Tamil nadu naturally had an adjustment problem.
But this time, the flight was enjoyable as greenery continued throughout the journey.
I almost felt like a mythological character going in a 'pushpaka vimanam'!The dense white clouds used to waft in between and i felt they are like a flock of sheep slowly making their way back home. Now and then a thin strip of black cloud used to appear and it looked like thin smoke fumes from a chula.Some grey clouds used to quickly go past and they would resemble the thin veil delicately woven and gently being blown in the sky.Down below the green was ever present in ever so many shades that i really felt it was a quilt made to order with some applique work of white and blue in between.
As we were descending to chennai airport, the tapestry was getting clearer and i felt like looking through a telescope and the ground below was quickly racing to meet the aircraft!
And chennai airport greeted me with a lot of green with puddles of water to complete the perfect home coming.