Tuesday, 3 November 2020

Sri T N Krishnan - Jingle Bells Forever!!!

I still remember those moments very vividly. A Virtuoso in front of my eyes with his eternal, never-fading smile on his face, voice and of course, his Violin.

Sri TN Krishnan is someone whom we feel like the most adorable thatha (grandpa) in our family, whose music feels so close to heart, almost like the childhood swing that one never loses memory of. Somewhere deep inside the heart, everyone has their own favorite moments of childhood, moments of pure and endless joy. The culmination of all those limitless, pure joys is what it feels like, when one listens to his music.

My life has blessed me with a few but immeasurable moments in meeting some of the greatest Personalities of this era. Meeting Sri T N Krishnan mama is one of my most cherished moments. Till then I only "heard Him" and about him - Listening to his CDs, cassettes and also some interesting stories my mother and grandfather narrated about his concerts in Andhra. I met him during my middle school days when he came to our Steel plant, Visakhapatnam for a music festival organized by my father. Krishnan mama has this incredible aura around him. The grace and modesty with which he treated all of us, is just unimaginable, considering his stature.

Naadbhed was a blessing to me. All of us the participants, happened to perform in front of Star musicians. Musicians whom we just heard of, saw on national channels, whose music got eternalized in Akashavani Sangeeta Sammelan, were sitting in front of us as our judges. My entire first day, I was filled with disbelief. I could not believe that my music will be heard by the best musicians this earth ever saw.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mb_isG6WTc4

In the above episode, one can see the participants and the judges enjoying Sri Krishnan mama's Shankaraabharanam. I remember every svaram he played. It is etched in my memory forever. His Shankaraabharanam makes you forget all the sorrows in life, absolving you of all sins and grant you the bliss called "Brahmaanandam"!

By the time he finished his performance, I have totally forgotten that I was in the final round of a competition and he would be judging my performance. When I was asked to sit on the same stage and perform, You can imagine how insignificant & insufficient I must have felt, in front of such Maha Vidwan.

I cannot accept the reality that, I cannot meet him again, hear his violin live again, specially on the mornings of every Christmas at The Music Academy where he used to play Jingle Bells right after the most beautiful Neelambari / Shankaraabharanam to a hall filled with Musicians & Rasikas!

Here is a video  from His last Music Academy performance (Dec 2019) - the Standing Ovation from the Audience!

He remains immortal with his music & the magnanimity with which he lead his life.

Let this Shankaraabharanam guide me. Even if a fraction of his music could be absorbed and inspire my music, I would consider my life to be Saarthakam (fulfilled).



Monday, 11 May 2020

శ్రుత + శ్రుతి - 1


శ్రుత శ్రుతి సంభాషణం - 1

ఒక వీకెండ్. 
సమయం - మధ్యాహ్నమూ కాదు, సాయంత్రమూ కాదు - ఆ రెండింటి మధ్యలో ఒక ఘడియ (ఎందుకంటే శనివారం అనగానే హాస్టల్ జీవితాలకి సూర్యుడు 10 దాకా ఉదయించడు గాబఠ్ఠి!).

శ్రుతి - (వంకాయ వేచుతూ మధ్యలో) "తెల తెల వారుతున్న ఆ సూర్యభగవానుని కిరణాల్లా ఆ తెలుపు చూడు ఈ వంకాయలో, వెన్న ముద్దలా ఇఠ్ఠే కరిగిపోతుందేమో నోట్లో వేస్కుంటే!...

ఒసేయ్ కీర్తీ, ఆకలేసేస్తోందే! ఈ వేపుడు హెప్పటికి అయ్యేనో హేవిటో!"

కీర్తి - "ఈ ఆలస్యాన్ని, ఆదమరుపు అంత అందంగా చేయగలను నేను"

S - "హెలా హలా!"

K - "నువ్వు అలా గరిటెను ధనువులా చాచుతూండు, నేను ఇపుడే బాణంలా వెళ్ళి బుడుగు పుస్తకం పట్టుకువస్తా!"...

కరెక్టుగా ఒక 10 సెకనులలోపల...

S - "హేవే, అక్కడే ఏం చేస్తున్నావ్? ఇక్కడ ధనువు ఎక్కుపెట్టి రెడీగా ఉంటే!"

K - "నేనేం చిన్నదానినా, చితకదానినా! ప్రయివేటు పీకేస్తున్నావ్ నాకు! వస్తున్నా ఆగెహె! నీ ఆత్రం నువ్వూనూ...!"

S - "హబ్బ! హెన్నాళ్ళయిందే ఈ మాటలు విని! హేవిటో!! 'పుష్ అండ్ పుల్ లైక్ అ మాగ్నెట్ డూ' లు మాత్రమే వినపడే ఈరోజుల్లో నీకు నేనూ నాకు నువ్వూ, శర్మా శాస్త్రీ, షెర్లాకూ వాట్సనూ, లాగ దొరికేశాము!... "

K - "బావుంది నీ కీర్తిత్కర్ష! అంటే స్వోత్కర్ష లో త్కర్షని అన్వయించి వాడేశా, కరెక్టో కాదో తర్వాత్చూస్కుందాం.....,
బుడుగు వెయిట్ చేస్తోంది, వంకాయ ఆపసోపాలు పడుతోంది.. ఇంక త్వరగా కానివ్వాలి!"

S -"హోకే! మొదలెట్టెయ్ మరి!"

K - "నా పేరు బు..."

S - "ఒసేయ్, మనం బాపు గారు రమణ గారి లాగ కూడానే! ఇందాకటి దాన్లో ఈ ఉపమానం కూడా కలిపేస్కో!....."

K - "సరే ఓకె.

"ఇంకో పేరు పిడుగు... మా బామ్మ హారి పిడుగా అంటుంది........"

S - "అవునే, ఈ అకాల వర్షాలతో పిడుగులు పడుతున్నాయ్ కదా చెన్నైలో, అర్జున ఫల్గుణ పార్థ కిరీటీ... ఆ తర్వాత ఏంటి వస్తాయ్ నామాలు!..."

K - "ఒసేయ్, నీకు ఏదైనా గుర్తొస్తే ఆవగింజలో అరక్షణం కూడా ఆగవు కదా? అసహన పక్షీ...!" 

S - "హదెంటే హంత మాటనేశావ్, పిడుగా అనేసరికి, నీకు స్తోత్రాలూ నామాలూ కంఠోపాఠం కదా అని అడిగేను. హంతమాత్రం దానికి........!"

K - "ఇంక చాలు తల్లీ, వివరాలొద్దు, ఇప్పటికే నీ మొహంలో దీనరసం చూసి కరిగిపోయా! స్తోత్రాలూ అవీ ఇవీ ఎందుకు గాని, చాలా సులభమైన మార్గం ఉంది."

S - "హేవిటది!!!"

K - "'నరవరా ఓ కురువరా' పాడుకో, సరిపోతుంది!!"

S - "హబ్బ! ఒక నిముషం నీకు జోహార్లర్పించేందుకు మౌనంగా ఉంటా...!"

K - °°కీర్తి స్వగతం°° *ఇదే చాన్సు. ఇది మౌనంగా ఉండడమే నాక్కావలసింది*

"ప్రయివేటు మాష్టరు, పితూరీలు.... 
మినప రొట్టె, మీసాలవాళ్ళు................"

S - "హొసేయ్, మీసాలవాళ్ళంటే గుర్తొచ్చిందే. మొన్న నేను ఇంటి నించి తెచ్చుకున్న పిండితో మినపరొట్టె వేస్కుంటూంటే అనూష వచ్చింది. దానిని తింటావా అని అడగాలేకా, తెచ్చుకున్న పిండి ఇంక రెండు రొట్టెలకే సరిపోయేలా ఉంటే చూసి ఏడ్వాలేక, తెగ మధనపడిపోయాననుకో. ఎంతైనా ఈ జీవితం దుర్భరమే, దుర్భరం..."


K - బుక్కు మెల్లిగా మూస్తూ, 
"అంటే అసలు మినప రొట్టి పిండి తెచ్చినట్టు నాకు చెప్పాకుండా, నువ్వు హాయిగా తినేసి తెలియానివ్వకా, ఇపుడేమో అనూషకి ఇచ్చానని చెప్పబోతున్నావన్నమాట..."

S - °°శ్రుతి స్వగతం°° *హతవిధీ. ఘోర తప్పిదం. అతి ఘోర తప్పిదం.*

K - "ఇంకెందుకే బాపు రమణలూ, శర్మా శాస్త్రీ, షెర్లాకూ వాట్సనూనూ... అయిపోయింది..."

S - "హది కాదే, మరి చెగోడీలూ...."

K - "హా"

S - "టొమాటో మెంతి పచ్చడీ...."

K - "హమ్మో"

S - "ట్రయినులో కొన్న సోంపాపిడీ...."

K - "హమ్మో హమ్మో"

"......."

"......."

"......."


to be continued.


Originally written on 25th November, 2017 at Chennai.

Sunday, 30 June 2019

Majili Review

Majili left me in such heavy emotion... What should I say? 
So much vizagness in the movie, the city I adore the mooooooooooost.
What beautiful characters. So much fondness. So much purity. So much love. So much pain. So much misery. And so much depth and beauty.

Poorna is a reflection of a scar. Many of us experience that failed love and the love that was so much full of life, which breathed life into yourself. Reason for living.

Yes. He gets into all possibilities of nastiness. Yet. It is shown beautifully. Somehow, the guy wins you with his truth. And this truth is particularly not disturbing like Arjun Reddy.
Poorna wins you with surrender and not vandalism. You can see similarities like attitude, failing to take no for an answer, rigid, easily triggered. But Poorna is a hell lot different than Arjun Reddy.

In reality, people like Arjun Reddy may fail well in love but not love like Poorna. The entire existence of this man is completely shadowed by one magnanimous character Sravani, a writing rarity that happened to telugu cinema.
Whoever wrote this character, kudos to them. Thankyou, for telling us, the audience, about something called "class" which we seem to have forgotten completely.  

A part of me questions, isnt it borderline stupid, being the "idealistic, Non questioning wife" to such husband, who comes home drunk, doesn't work and doesn't mind yelling at her own father in the middle of the road at midnight etc.
Yes. It's true. Epitome of patience and hope. I saulte her and also pity her for it. 

Yet, there's a silent credit we give to Poorna inspite of all these. I have to credit Samantha's performance for that. The only reason I dint find Poorna to the level of disgust is Sravani. 

My favourite quality of her is that, she stands for truth, even if it's hatred. My memories of seeing such genuine, deep female character were with Savitri and then Soundarya. That's it.

The song "Priyatama..." haunts you like the moisture of rain. It's fragrance doesn't leave you soon.

Gopi Sunder's care for the pain of the hero, even while he fights is captured through the Violin he puts as the fight goes on. Interestingly, all the fights in the movie show you the pain of the hero and not just vandalism. You'll actually end up feeling sorry for him even though the others are the one who get hurt. 

Naga Chaitanya maintains his class. He is not afraid to break the atypical *mass masala, intro song, dhamal dhamal, itemsong* kind of scripts.

Samantha and Naga Chaitanya - their career's BEST performance.

What a Majili from Ye Maya Chesave - to - Marriage - to - Majili. Both of them are so adorable on screen, off screen.

And what a movie to do just after you get married. My God.

Not for the lighter audience. Must for audience who wait for some class to happen to telugu cinema. 



Thankyou Shiva Nirvana for this film.

You can watch it on Amazon Prime Video. 


Tuesday, 17 April 2018

A Southern Home


Mylapore 🏡, Mornings 🌞, Muggulu ⚛️.

There is some mystic ecstacy in a South Indian home!


The MS Subbalakshmi suprabhatam,
The Unabashedly strong Filter Coffee smell,
The Jhumkis of a beautiful wife, that keep swinging throughout the day,
The Agarbatti and its fragrance that melts into the morning heat,
The cute Nose ring on the tiny face of a 6 year old girl,
The HINDU and its Friday review on that table,
The washed evening Dhotis on the cloth hanger,
The Hair pins and the flowers,
The Dosa pan that gets tilt so often onto the stove,
The compulsory always-afresh Kottimeera in the fridge top right row,
The Popular Popu dabba in the kitchen, a solution for everything... 


The Ammamma who always is ready to do Tomato Pachhadi,
The Tata who always is ready to teach you a new English word or two,
The Father who always is ready to take care of your vehicle even before you realise,
The Mother who always is ready to search and find anything you lost before you can visualise.


#BeautyOfHome #SouthIndia #BeautyOfSouthIndia #Art #ArtAtUnusualPlaces
#Places #Life #Soul #Artistic #Mornings
#Fresh #FestiveMornings #Indian #IndianHome #IndianCulture
#IndianArchitecture #SouthIndianHome #SouthIndianDesigns #Decor #Architecture #DoorsOfInstagram #ArtInMyHeart #ArtEverywhere #AmmaNanna #OurHome
#FilterCoffee #Jhumkis #PopuDabba #Dosa #Kottimeera

Thursday, 12 April 2018

RIP Asifa Bano

She is a child to someone.
She is a friend to someone.
She is a sunshine to many.
She is a hope for so many.

(I don't really wish to choose "was" yet.
Coz she isn't "was" yet. To me.
I do not want to believe so. So soon).

She must have not thought that, the calming silence of the Himalayas could also contain the malice of a mutilation.

She must not have thought that, animals that accompanied her are more trustable than the people who did.

She must not have thought that, a world so cruel can exist amidst so much beauty.

She must not have thought that, the human existence can lead to such heinous activity.

And she definitely must not have thought that,
words like Hindu, Muslim could actually contribute to something so horrible.

She left us in an Emptiness.
That's how the world should be cursed.

She is so much more alive in those heavens than she ever was, here.
And we pay the sins in terms of the Emptiness created within Life,
the worst paradox ever.

Somewhere, everyone is responsible.
Somewhere, everyone just dies a little with every one thing like this.

Let us gulp it together.
Let us succumb to some death that it created in us.

#RIPAsifaBano
#ShameWonOnceAgain
#WeAreAshamedOnceAgain
#HumanityLostOnceAgain

WE LOST, AS A RACE.

Monday, 24 April 2017

Dear Indian Woman, What is your definition of Woman?

Dear #IndianWoman, What is your definition of Woman?

Here is an incident that I would like to shout out to everyone.
I was travelling from Bangalore to Vizag yesterday and there was a 3.5 year old baby boy who was pretty active, very enthu for his age, asking many questions, running through the whole train, not giving his mother a moment of rest. Kids like that are a treat to watch and to be with. His mother, grand mother were also present.
There was another lady (a professor in a college it seems) with all of us, aged perhaps between 45 to 50, who was appreciating the boy for his apparent skills.
All was good, till the boy started trying to reach the upper berth. He was trying so hard but it was too tall for his height. However, everyone around him decided to cheer for him and help him climb.
This professor lady started clapping and encouraging him. She then said, "Come on, you are not a girl, you can do it".

It din't make sense to me. There were 4 women along with me right there, sitting next to me and everyone was agnostic to that remark. Nobody seemed to be taken aback nor there was the slightest discomfort.
I do not understand how it can encourage a boy or a girl when you mention to them that the respective other can't do it.
I hear things like this from many people, showing discrimination between boys and girls, between the fairer one and the darker ones and so many more. This is wrong. This is Discrimination.
Aren't we educated enough to understand the meaning of such remarks?


But here, I got double shocked to hear it from a woman herself, that too a professor??
Why are We, the Women, putting ourselves down? Have we become so retarded that we do not even realise what we say?
I see that, lot of people take that remark as a usual comment, very natural way of boosting up a child's morale. But here, aren't we telling the kid that he's superior to the girl?
It is not a mere sentence, it is an outcome of a chronic mental disorder. It is a disfavor to humanity to raise your son with the impression that he is better than other females..
On one hand, we have people like #PVSindhu#GeetaPhogat who bring glories to us and on the other hand we have Women professors who cannot even interpret the words that they say?
Can #Feminism or #MARDs be of any use when we degrade ourselves?

Hence, I choose to ask this question to everyone and request you all to ask yourselves.

Saturday, 7 January 2017

Tyagaraja, Todi, Rama

Early hours of Saturday,
7 Jan, 2017,

1:17 AM.

No sign of any sleep. My mind is totally awake since I haven't prepared the complete list to be sung in my concert, day after tomorrow. Thus, the ray of insomnia.

I planned to sing Todi, one of the most popular raga-s of Indian music and also one of my top favourites. At first, I decided "Aaragimpave". Then I jumped to "Emi Jesithenemi". And then, I wandered over "Koluvamare". 

And then I came across a beautiful composition of Sri Tyagaraja, "Ninu Vinaa, Sukhamu Gaana, Neeraja Nayanaa". I remembered learning it so long ago that I hardly remember anything. 
So, I began brushing it up. 

In a raga, every composition is so different from another. There are inumerable aspects like the emotion, the sandarbham, the itivrittam, the tone of the words, the gait of the compoition and many more. 

"Ninu Vinaa, Sukhamu Gaana.. Ninu Vinaa, Sukhamu Gaana.." !!
While singing these lines, one does not feel like moving from them because of the emotion of the pure joy imbibed in it. I was singing the pallavi for almost 45 minutes!
Enthoo sukham! Entha sukham? - Eelaagani Vivarimpalemu! Svaanubhavavedyame!

"Manasukenthoo Aanandamai....." This line literally looks like a swing to me. The svara-s move so beautifully and just pamper your heart, like never before. And then "Pulakarinchagaa...." which concludes the line.

And then comes my most favourite "Rupamu, Prataapamu....." 
Sri Tayagaraja is so charmed by Rama and tries to portray Rama's appearance to us in his words. We can see and feel Rama.

"Sarachaapamu" sounds exactly like a big Dhanus (bow), and almost a visible Rama in front of us, preparing it for his next target!
Needless to say, "Sallaapamu" is so obvious with the special Gaandhaara preserved for it all this while!

The Gaandhaara at "Karunaa rasa paripoorna" is so perfect for the emotion of Karuna. 

I always wonder, can there ever be an alternative for the particular svara-s he used for some particular words. For example,
Paluku Kanda Chakkera - S G M P , P S , , which sounds like a Sugar Candy!
Evarura? Ninu vinaa - G P D R S , , which sounds literally like a Question!
Gopikalakai Kondanettaleda -N S G , mp m G S , - which sounds like lifting the Mountain!


There is so much in all these kirtanas. We all know it but it is a beautiful reminder again and again which reminds us that it is like the Akshaya Patra which keeps giving and like the Ganga which keeps flowing forever.

"Raaga Rasika, Raaga Rahita"
Rasikatvam and Raahityamu are opposites which almost mean attachment and detachment.
The way he uses phrases for each of them is so so clever and so apt!

The Gaandhaara used in the word "Raaga" in the phrase "Raaga Rasika", is so joyous, mesmerising and flowy. 
The Gaandhaara used in the word "Raaga" in the phrase "Raaga Rahita" tilts upwards, suggesting to reach a higher level, leaving the attachments and also reaches the Taara Sadja, which I interpret as a journey towards the Ultimate.

So much Todi at once. So much Todi just all over me. It began to feel like, my whole room and my bed is smoked by Tyagaraja and his Todi.
So much beauty and aesthetics! So much joy, such a beautiful Bhaavam! What a Wonderful usage of Adjectives!

I wish everyone this joy of so much of beauty, striking you at once!


Here is a small attempt to Visualise Tyagaraja, Todi and Rama.