James : The Singer

The pain, the angst, the fervour, the ardour, the poetry, the music, the symbolism, the sensuality, the fever, the passion, the beauty of it all....it's ironic that I had to listen to 'Bheegi bheegi' (Gangster), 'Alvida' (Metro) and 'Rishtey' (Metro) to assess his range and worth as a singer . I owe you a big thank you, K, for re-introducing me to James !




God forbid though, that I'd ever have to experience what this felt like, in reality.

K means the world to me. I'm incomplete without him.

Rabindrasangeet

When we want to have a quiet and cosy evening together, sit back and basically just feel relaxed and refreshed, K and I instinctively reach out to the Rabindrasangeet available online. Quite a few are available on YouTube, mostly sourced from old and recent Bengali films and telefilms or private albums by professional singers but sadly enough, too few to pick and choose from. Once I spent some time searching for a few of my favourite Tagore compositions online and was appalled at the limited number of websites that showed up on Google. That made me ponder. I would have thought that I'd be spoilt for choice as it usually happens when I'm googling anything else on that omnipotent search engine. I have to waste a whole lot of time just making random hits and hoping I'll find something that approximates my target. Rabindrasangeet alas seems to be a rarity of sorts online. And yet, folks back home tell me that there's been a boom in the e-media of late.

Anyway, all this means that we lament our not having foresight enough to carry some Rabindrasangeet CDs with us to the USA. Both of us are to blame, since music forms a very notable part of our everyday lives. Our tastes are markedly different when it comes to English music, where I'm notoriously fickle, moving from Tchaikovsky to Enrique to Dido to Philip Yon to the Beatles in one clean sweep, leaving K breathless in his effort to keep up with my tastes. He is more into multi-genre rock and Pink Floyd. However, we manage to embrace considerable similarity when it comes to Bengali and Hindi music, where we are both heavily into anything Kishore or A.R.Rahman, Sonu Nigam or Debabrata Biswas, Lata or Asha, Shreya Ghoshal or Sraboni Sen. And Rabindrasangeet is like our refuge. When we want comfort and cheer, trust us to curl up on our cushions with Rabindrasangeet and coffee (er well, tea for K).

It's startling, the effect Rabindrasangeet has on us. The long drawn out enunciation most professional singers sport is soothing, almost as slurred at points as it would take a teetotaller after a couple of pegs to come up with or even me, when the mercury drops sharply to minus 10 and below. We laugh at the drawling and affected accents when we are in the mood for jest and banter, but when you're far from home like us and sometimes, just nothing seems to work except perhaps tears (easy for me, tough for K) or deep sleep (escape from reality itself), Rabindrasangeet provides unimaginable relief. Just musing on the words, brooding on their meaning can lift you effortlessly to a plane of pure pleasure, when each nerve thrills to the melody and the spirit yearns to become one with the flesh.

I personally think my greatest influence in writing poetry has been Rabindranath. The blending of love and worship, pain and pleasure, word and meaning, wisdom and worth...why else would I learn to write each word as if I felt it walk my heart each step, arriving at a climax as one would stand ecstatic at the door of heaven, straining to reach for a few drops of peace from what little 'punyo' (godliness) I have gained from striving to please others on each day, in each poem.

"I Walk Alone"

I'm not the only one. It seems there are are so many more others. And much more musical ones, when you come to think of it, after watching the following...

Musically speaking...

Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.

~Berthold Auerbach

There are songs. And there are more songs. And then there steps across the trodden paths a new age pied piper with a certain song. It strikes gold in the depths of your heart, makes you feel like you've lived a million years and scaled epic heights, traversed irridescent oceans and seas and witnessed a panorama of noble emotions, woven countless dreams and hoped to fulfill them all, loved and lost that one special person to whose cause you could have been a martyr over and over again. That in short is 'Dil Ka Rishta' from Rahman's latest musical jubilee,'Yuvvraaj'. Yes, Rahman remains unsurpassed in the scope and grandeur of our musical destiny. And 'Tu Meri Dost Hai' comes a near second. Near but not quite there. It's hard to pinpoint why. Probably because as some famous person concluded, there is only one masterpiece. The others are all unconscious derivations.

I feel fortunate, at this time and place, when people everywhere only seem to talk about crises and conclusions, where the world at unholy moments literally seems to be a study in scarlet, in chaos,cunning and cruelty, that I can still wake up in the morning and feel I have enough strength to go on. Thank Rahman.

JAL..latest video...Main Mast Hoon

The latest Jal video...as good as they always get... a religious twist this time, that only adds to the 'jal', that is, the fluidity and flexibility of their music...bittersweet...

Heal The World (M.J.) : An old favourite...goes out to my best friend in school, Brinda Dutta