Ennammo Vagaiyay Varuguthu Maane
Carnatic music, technology, travels, and more
Tuesday, April 9, 2024
Chien de la Casse: a review
Wednesday, January 10, 2024
RIP Ustad Rashid Khan
There was a phase in my life (2017-20) when I listened almost exclusively to North Indian and Pakistani classical and semi-classical music. On those journeys, I came across many great musicians, and Rashid Khan was perhaps the greatest khayal singer on that list.
Yaman: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oSEuCJSnu94
Sunday, November 19, 2023
Redesign
I imagine that many posts here will be about Carnatic music and technology in the days to come, and so a redesign from my old "public diary" style felt necessary.
The title, Ennamo Vagaiyay Varuguthu Maane, is from a Ghanam Krishna Iyer composition beautifully rendered by Sanjay Subrahmanyan, music by T S Sabesha Iyer. It roughly means ''O deer (deer-like girl), some strange feelings have conquered me." This is my exact mental state when it comes to making any decision, writing any article or just sitting somewhere on a fine sunny day. Although for me, those feelings are far less romantic than what Ghanam intended when he wrote the song.
The layout is also a lot simpler, reminiscent of the good old days of the Internet in the early 2010s and late 2000s.
Saturday, October 28, 2023
Sanjay Subrahamanyan at the Navaratri Mandapam, 2023
One fine September afternoon in Trivandrum. Own picture. |
As I wrote earlier on this blog, Carnatic stalwart Sangīta Kalānidhi Sanjay Subrahmanyan performed in Thiruvananthapuram at the Padmanabhaswamy Temple's annual Navaratri concert last week. These concerts, one for each of the nine evenings, are held in the Navaratri Mandapam in the Kuthiramalika Palace, near the temple's eastern gate. He was performing on the sixth, for which Maharaja Swati Tirunal has composed the Kamavardhani kriti 'Saroruhasana Jaye'. Only the compositions of Swati Tirunal are performed here.
I was slightly late to the show. The city's traffic held up the bus I had boarded, and I could only reach the temple by 18:05. I felt embarrassed: concerts like those at the Navaratri Mandapam are not meant for people without a sense of punctuality. In fact, Prince Rama Varma had written on his blog that no one would be allowed to come late. There is also the rule that patrons cannot leave before the concert ends: this concert is not for those in a hurry, either! Fortunately, I could still enter. I quickly changed into the temple's dress code and left my luggage at the cloak room (I had two large bags with me because I was catching a night train after the concert). As I was late, the Mandapam was already full and I had to take a seat on the walkway outside with many other rasikas, including a friend from college who lived near the temple.
Sanjay started his concert with a Sanskrit song in Kedaram, 'Paramānanda Naṭana Mām Pāhi'. This was a meditative piece that correctly set the mood for the rest of the evening. It was slightly surprising that Sanjay started a concert at a Vishnu temple with a song on Shiva. Up second was a more popular kriti, 'Sarōjanābha Dayārṇava Mām Ava' in Chakravakam. This song has been immortalised in the Keraliya consciousness by Dr K J Yesudas.
That song was followed by an ālapanam that seemed (to me) very Huseni-esque. My friend reassured me that the ragam was Bhairavi, and it was easy to see then why that was the case. I am terrible at distinguishing the serious sounding ragams. The violin solo ensued, confirming Bhairavi to me. The song was 'Pālaya Dēvadēva', a relatively lesser-known composition. There was outstanding swarakalpana with the piece, and Sanjay and his regular violinist Varadarajan got to bring out their typical chemistry.
The next ālāpanam was in Chalanatta (identified by the friend's sister). Once I heard it was Chalanatta, I knew what song it was going to be: the version of 'Jaladhisutā Ramaṇēṇa hi Sō'ham' popularised by Sanjay in that ragam. I have not been able to find who composed the Chalanatta rendition of this song, and so I will desist from saying anything more than that Swati Tirunal originally composed it in Behag. The Chalanatta version has also been adopted by Sanjay's students; Vivek Sadashivam sang it in May this year at his Edappally Sangeetha Sadas concert on the occasion of Swati Tirunal day.
Two short bridge pieces connected Chalanatta to the day's main kriti. The first was the familiar 'Vihara Manasa Rame' in Kapi and then 'Ānandavallī' in Neelambari. Then came a long ālāpanam in Panthuvarali/Kamavardhani, and the violin solo. Then an elaborate tānam. The night's main kriti, 'Saroruhasana Jaye' was then sung. There was a fantastic swarakalpana afterwards. The Kamavardhani episode went on for nearly an hour, including the thaniavarthanam by Neyveli Venkatesh and kañjira vidvān Alathur Rajaganesh. It was only then that I realised there was no ghaṭam in the concert!
After the thani, Sanjay sang 'Japath Japath Hari Nām', a kriti originally in Todi but put to music in a chaturrāgamālika by Prince Rama Varma: Mand, Sushama, Behag and Sindhubhairavi.
The entire concert is available online on All India Radio's (Trivandrum Studio) YouTube channel.
Saturday, September 9, 2023
Intercity Diaries, Pt 1
He took out his grey earpods and stuck them in, deep. He was now seated in the train, in a car that by its looks seems to have been coupled onto the others ages ago and repeatedly dragged from each end, back and forth, for hundreds of miles, every day. The unreserved cars on the Intercity were packed with people as usual, but fortunately, no one could be seen standing anywhere and a few of the three-seater chairs had only two occupants. He could eventually find a seat, and retired to his favourite music.
Indian classical. Not many people are into that. Especially not people his age.
The train hesitated to leave Trivandrum Central. It was already two minutes past five-thirty and the crowd was not in the mood for a languid, laidback journey. Youths, probably here because one of their friends' sister got married, stood in the vestibule after realising how late they had arrived to secure a seat. The crowd clears after Kollam, someone consoled them. Proud government officers with their glistening blue ID cards asserted their punctual arrival, leg-on-leg, sitting comfortably on the edges of the old seats, hoping their importance would drive the train faster. Somewhere, a police officer was offered a seat by a young girl who wished instead to stand in the doorway with her boyfriend.
By the time the boy had taken in all of what was happening around him, the train had left and was slithering out of the city, waiting for the opportunity to pick up speed. He glanced at his phone. 17:37. Another four hours until his destination.
He recalled his journey that morning for some reason. He had hurried out of the house, his stomach mostly empty, and bought himself a sleeper to Varkala on the Trivandrum Mail. Near the seat he found sat an elderly Brahmin. He did not look a day younger than eighty. He noticed what the boy was playing on Spotify, and struck up a conversation about Carnatic music. He told the boy, like a proud grandfather who had fought a war, how he listened to G N Balasubramaniam in the flesh, how he shook M S Subbulakshmi's hand, and how he had procured the autograph of Madurai Mani Iyer. The 19-year-old had never been so piqued by a man ever before.
Before he knew it, the train had brought him back to Varkala, where he was earlier that day. He checked the app on his phone, learning that the train was running 12 minutes late; actually a handsome kind of punctuality for this shaky contraption. As some got up and alighted the Intercity, a few got on. A noticeable figure among them was this other boy in a white shirt. He looked out of place in that coach, surrounded by travellers bored out of their wits. He almost looked happy and content.
Seeing him fumble for a seat with his bags still on his body, our original character led him to the seat right next to his. He smiled and sat down. He realised how good he looked for someone doomed to take the Intercity. As soon as he sat down, he took out a pair of earphones and stuck them in, proceeding to connect the other end to his phone. Our hero, now with his ears free, slid his phone back into his pocket and attempted to strike up a conversation.
"Where are you getting down?"
The rattling bogey assured him that his charisma would fail. His new friend did not hear him. A while later, he lifted his eyes from his phone and looked around, and saw his neighbour trying to communicate. He promptly pulled his earphones out, stopped what he was doing and started to talk.
This story was interrupted as the mental peace of its author was disturbed at Kollam Junction railway station by an influx of loud women. To be continued.
Monday, July 17, 2023
Sanjay Subrahmanyan at Thureeyam 2023
Source: MD Madhusudan, Wikimedia Commons. |
My parents and I visited North Kerala last weekend merely to listen to Sanjay Subrahmanyan, undoubtedly my favourite artist, who was performing at Thureeyam. For those unaware, this is an annual music festival organised by the Sampujya Krishnananda Bharati Swamigal of the Anandabhavana Ashramam of Pothamkandam, Kannur. Many great musicians have performed here, and this year's iteration Involved TMK, Jayanthi Kumaresh and Hariprasad Chaurasia, to name a few.
The evening of the 15th of July, Sanjay was joined by his regular team of S Varadarajan on the violin and Neyveli Venkatesh on the mridangam, and on the ghatam by the illustrious Tripunithura N. Radhakrishnan. He began with a medium-paced padam in Gambheera Natta, 'Hara Hara Shiva Shankara', which rasikas may know from his Tamizhum Naanum concert in 2019. The piece soon escalated into the next speed. The percussionists got to show their mettle as he stepped it up yet another kaalam, each letter of the lyrics being distinct nevertheless. The night's next piece was 'Janani Ninnu Vina' in the serious Reetigowla. As in most of his concerts, he followed up a Tamizh introduction with a Telugu starter.Wednesday, March 29, 2023
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Chien de la Casse: a review
Alliance Française de Trivandrum recently screened the French arthouse production Chien de la Casse by Jean-Baptiste Durand. Short (1hr 33m...
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Source: MD Madhusudan, Wikimedia Commons. My parents and I visited North Kerala last weekend merely to listen to Sanjay Subrahmanyan, undoub...
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He took out his grey earpods and stuck them in, deep. He was now seated in the train, in a car that by its looks seems to have been coupled...
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One fine September afternoon in Trivandrum. Own picture. As I wrote earlier on this blog, Carnatic stalwart Sangīta Kalānidhi Sanjay Subrah...