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August 29, 2008 Leave a comment

I have nothing to say, but I want to write, so feeding the beast. Ignore me!

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Fool – a stream of consciousness.

August 21, 2008 6 comments

You lust,

after women, wealth and power,

You lust,

after statues, plazas and towers,

What do you seek? Happiness?


You yearn,

for times gone by,

for the scent of grass,

for the love of a maiden,

What do you dream for? Happiness?


You look forward,

to greener pastures,

to growing up,

you look forward.

What about right now? Happiness?


You feel,

sad, angry, hateful,

thirsty, desperate, incomplete,

lacking, lacking, lacking,

What do you lack? Happiness?


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A piece of history…

August 15, 2008 2 comments

I was reading about the history of Gwalior Gharana in an interview with Pandit Laxman Krishnarao Pandit and came across this piece of history. What passionate people the days gone by have produced!

There was a court musician during the time of Daultarao Scindia called Ustad Nathan Pir Bakhsh and his maternal grandsons were the legendary Haddu, Hassu and Nathu Khan. The main musician in the court at the time was Ustad Bade Mohammad Khan who was famous for his taanbaazi. The trouble however was that there was a relationship of professional jealousy between Ustad Nathan Pir Bakhsh and Ustad Bade Mohammad Khan due to which the latter refused to teach the former’s maternal grandsons even though they belonged to the same tradition of Shah Sadarang. The king solved this problem by asking Haddu and Hassu Khan to sit under his throne hidden from the eyes of Ustad Bade Mohammad Khan while he sang in the court! The two youngsters were already talented and knowledgeable and with this impetus to their style, they picked up quickly and became good singers of khayal gayaki in their own right. This can be said to be the critical moment in the development of khayal gayaki and all the other gharanas of khayal thus owe their existence to Gwalior.
One day the king asked Ustad Bade Mohammad Khan to sing and asked Haddu and Hassu Khan to follow. Bade Mohammad Khan saheb was amazed at the singing prowess of the two youngsters and felt betrayed. He left the court but did something nasty before leaving. There is a particular taan called the ‘kadak bijli ki taan’ which can only be employed once during a performance due to the pressure it puts on the lungs. Bade Mohammad Khan praised Hassu Khan and asked him to take the same taan a second time. When Hassu Khan took the taan, his lungs got ruptured. Ustad Nathan Pir Bakhsh tied his turban around Hassu Khan’s chest and asked him to complete the taan even if it meant his death! Hassu Khan died prematurely but Haddu Khan lived on and taught many people and remained an unparalleled khayal singer all his life.

Lyrics maketh the song…

August 5, 2008 3 comments

All the inanity that passes for lyrics these days in hip-hop, reggaeton, reggae and what not probably inspired this guy! Enjoy!!

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Pablo Neruda for the soul.

August 4, 2008 2 comments


And it was at that time… Poetry came
to find me. Don’t know, don’t know from where,
it leapt, winter or the river.
Don’t know how or when
no, not words, not
voices, not silence,
but I was called from the street,
from the branches of the night,
suddenly, from the others,
in violent flames,
or coming back alone,
I, without a face,
it touched me.
I did not know how to say, my mouth
no names,
my eyes
were blind,
and something began in my soul,
fever or lost wings,
and I made it alone,
that fire,
and I wrote the first, vague line,
vague, without a body, pure
pure knowledge,
of he who knows nothing,
and suddenly saw
the sky
and open,
pulsating spaces,
perforated shadows,
with fires, flowers, flights,
the revolving night, the universe.
And I the smallest thing,
made drunk by the great void,
in the image, likeness
of mystery,
felt myself pure part
of abyss,
turned with the starlight,
my heart broken loose in the wind.

– Pablo Neruda

PS: This post inspired by the movie Il Postino

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