Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Thursday, 2 May 2013
Sunday, 2 December 2012
The Tune
I saw him today! After listening to him for
so long, finally I could spot him. Oh what a relief!
It is amazing how some sites, sounds and
smell can transmit you to another time and place instantly! This is what
happened when I first listened to this man in this city called Mumbai. The
first time I heard him was a Sunday morning. I was preparing my cup of morning
tea, when I heard the soothing tune of a flute. I was wondering who it was! The
tune took me back to my childhood immediately, when my momma and me used to
admire a similar distant playing flute in our comfortable home in Guwahati.
Every night, after around 8.30 pm when we
would ready the dining table for dinner, a melodious flute played somewhere in
the background. Unlike now, there were not many houses in the neighbourhood and
we always wondered which house the tune emanated from! The tune was so
melodious that we would eat without exchanging a single word. In my young mind,
I used to even relate that tune to many story book stories that I was so fond
of. That tune made my childhood so perfect!
Listening to that tune, the curiosity kept
growing bigger and more intense in my mind. My repeated questions to my mom
made her enquire on who played that tune. We finally found out. The tune was
played by two Bodo labourers who were staying in a small bamboo hut a little
far from our home. I was astonished to learn that! Such amazing and melancholic
music from such simple people! I asked mother, “They are poor labourers; they
spend the whole day slogging outside under the sun, where did they learn it
from?” Mother said, “They didn’t learn it from anyone. Such music comes from
the heart.” I asked again, “Why would they play the flute at the same time
every night?” Mother replied, “They play it post dinner, while they are about
to sleep.” Knowing that I would ask her why do they eat so early and almost get
ready to sleep when it’s just time for our dinner, mom continued, “They do very
hard physical labour. They need enough rest to work again the next day. So,
they eat early and go to sleep early too.” I couldn’t be more touched by her
statement! Of course, when I heard that as a kid, I didn’t know what to say; I
just kept quiet and got lost in my own thoughts. 
Now, on the Sunday, when I heard the flute
for the first time in Mumbai, I got lost in my childhood memory. I started
imagining who that person could be! After sometime, I got busy in the daily
chores and the flute playing stopped too! I assumed, maybe he has a Sunday
filled with activities and chores too! The next Sunday, I heard that flute
again! It made me restless, just like I was in my childhood, when curiosity got
the better part of me. But I possibly won’t be able to find out which one of
these skyscrapers around it was coming from. I almost gave up hope. But yes,
every Sunday, I enjoyed the flute like a routine. |
| One of my many Balcony Gardens |
Today, while watering my pots in the balcony,
I heard that flute again! This time, it felt as if it was coming from the road!
I tried to spot it manoeuvring my eyes from our fifth floor apartment through
the Gulmohar tree below. I could spot him! He is a flute seller! Wearing a
white shirt, khaki trousers, he was supporting the huge display of different
coloured flutes on his right shoulder while playing the flute. Oh how wonderful
the tune was! Unlike my childhood times, when I couldn’t make out the song the
Bodo boys played, this time, I could recognize the song. It was a Hindi movie
song from the 70s. I could relate many similarities between those Bodo boys and
this man. The single remarkable similarity was – their tunes came from the
heart, that’s why the tunes were so melodious!
Today, (March 17, 2013,) another Sunday, there was a little development to this "Flute Story". Here it goes:
It’s Sunday and I hear that soulful melody again.
Every Sunday it reminds me how beautiful life is! Listening to the tune, I
could recognise the song the flute seller was playing and I started singing
along. While continuing my Sunday chores humming the song along, I got
surprised when my partner ;)
asked me to get ready with my camera, as the flute seller was coming upstairs!
Whoa! I was thrilled. Yes, I always enjoyed the music he played, but never
thought of calling him home. (In my opinion, some things are best enjoyed from
a distance. When you start knowing it too well, you may not feel as good as you
do now. The same rule is applicable to people. Some people are likeable only from
a distance. :) )
Well, the doorbell rang and I opened the
door. He looked like a simple man. I told him how well he plays and how we
enjoy his flute every Sunday. I asked him where he learnt playing the flute. He
said that it was self-learnt. He also displayed all the flutes he was carrying
to sell. He explained which flute is what and how it was to be played.
Displayed his skill by playing different sets of flutes and also gave us to try
some. Obviously we do not know how to play the flute. Still, we bought 2
flutes. Apart from the cost of the flutes, we gave him a small gift for playing
so well. He was happy. My day was made. :)
Wednesday, 9 November 2011
Dr Bhupen Hazarika lives on...
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| Dr Bhupen Hazarika |
A life, led with the highest degree of simplicity — the pain, ups and downs of personal life, expressed in effortless melodies, the man, the legend who touched everyone's heart with his humane lyrics and melodies — can that great human being be dead and gone forever? No, for me, he is still alive in every one of us, whose heart he has touched with his soulful melodies and personal interaction. For me, only his body has expired, but his soul has moved on to live in each one of us, as our very own Bhupen mama, Bhupen da and Dr Bhupen Hazarika.
The enormity of his funeral procession, the gathering of people of all ages, cast and religion to pay homage to the great legend are the proofs how a single element called soulful music is enough to unite everyone. Bhupen mama's music had that power. An excellent orator, director, brilliant student, a pioneer in making Assamese music global, Bhupen Hazarika lives on. My prayers to the almighty, may his soul rest in peace and guide us to remain united forever.
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| Companionship |
My heartfelt condolences to Ms Kalpana Lajmi, though I know, no word can be enough to condole her on her loss. The emptiness she is going to face is unimaginable. My sincere gratitude to her for her unconditional love for Bhupen Hazarika. I thank her for taking care of the legend in his time of need, for being there for him – always, for having the courage to face the ridicule she had to face for her nameless relationship with Dr Bhupen Hazarika. She is not great for these reasons alone, my respect for her has grown manifold for (also) establishing the fact that love doesn’t have to have a name or a relationship tag to it. Love is just love. Ms Lajmi has proved it loud and clear. My heartfelt gratitude to her – for everything.
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